The ceiling of Meng Yu's living room is high, and a magnificent crystal lamp is hung on it.

It looks a bit rich, but the sofa in the living room is a set of large and soft, home-style fabric sofas. The two are harmonious and have a particularly home-like flavor.

Meng Yu settled Zhou Yibai down and sat down, went into the kitchen to take a bowl and a spoon, and poured two more glasses of water.

Before entering the kitchen, he put Maomao's pet box on the sofa. As soon as he left, Zhou Yibai came over to look at Maomao.

Zhou Yibai wanted to open the box, but he didn't dare to do so without Meng Yu's consent, so he had to stretch out a finger into the box and poke the cat's maroon.

"Open the box." Meng Yu came out with the thing and saw him looking at the cat, "Maomao is not afraid of being angry, nor does he bite people."

Zhou Yibai opened the box when he heard this. As soon as he opened it, Maomao ran out and jumped onto his lap.

Zhou Yibai shrank a little, his body stiffened and didn't know whether he should touch Maomao. He liked cats, but he had to raise cats forever. He had never played with cats in real life. At this time, a living cat was on his legs, and he couldn't help but feel a little good at Zhou Gong.

"It doesn't matter if you touch it, it likes others to touch it."

“Where do you touch?”

"Touch your head, like this..." Meng Yu put the bowl on the table, sat next to Zhou Yibai, and gently touched the fur on his legs.

Maomao was touched by the owner and stretched lazily. The cat moved, and Zhou Yibai shook and leaned towards Meng Yu. Meng Yu knew that he was not used to it, so he simply grabbed his hand and taught him to touch Maomao step by step.

Zhou Yibai's hand was wrapped in Meng Yu's palm, and at the same time, his palm touched the soft and warm fur, which felt very comfortable.

Meng Yu saw Zhou Yibai smiling very sweetly, like a child, and his heart was almost melted.

His kitten and big cat were next to him, and there was no better night than this, not to mention that the big cat even cooked him a pot of porridge! Dried scallop chicken porridge!

Meng Yu asked Zhou Yibai and Maomao to play, and happily lifted the lid of the pot and quickly scooped a bowl.

He put the bowl in front of Zhou Yibai first and prepared to scoop another bowl by himself.

"Ah, that's all for you, don't leave it for me."

"Don't you eat it yourself?"

"Yeah, it's specially cooked for you."

Meng Yu wanted to cry after hearing this. Xiaobai was so nice to him!

He was not polite either, and picked up the freshly prepared bowl and ate it.

He wanted to cry even more after taking a bite.

How could it be cooked so well! The chicken is soft, the scallops are smooth, the mushrooms are juicy, and the rice is boiled with the delicious broth, which can be said to melt in the mouth.

Zhou Yibai was just cooked and put it in the insulated pot. It still tastes very hot now, but Meng Yu couldn't care about so much, so he drank a bowl of it.

After drinking, he put the bowl and picked up the pot directly.

"You scooped it out and then eat it!" Zhou Yibai hit Meng Yu with his elbow, "I'll overturn it in a while."

Meng Yu had already picked up the pot, but Xiaobai said so and had to put it down again. He picked up the small bowl just now, looked at it, ran to the kitchen, and changed it to a bowl bigger than his face.

He held the bowl and wagged his tail happily, scooped porridge and said to Zhou Yibai: "I have used this bowl since I was in high school. I have to eat three bowls of rice for each meal in high school. The rice at home is consumed very quickly."

"It's better to eat."

"My mother said the same!" Meng Yu was happy, "She said it's best to eat and sleep."

Meng Yu feels that life is perfect is probably just like this when he is able to eat and sleep, and can still be with the person he likes.

And now it's almost complete.

Because it was a midnight snack, Zhou Yibai did not cook too much, and the portion was just enough to fill Meng Yu's big bowl.

Meng Yu held the bowl and ate it with satisfaction, watching Zhou Yibai and Maomao play while eating.

Maomao was comfortable to touch by Zhou Yibai, and he turned out his soft belly and asked Zhou Yibai to continue touching.

"You can bury your head in its belly and suck the cat's breath." Meng Yu suggested.

"Oh...I'll try..." Zhou Yibai carefully buried his face on his soft and hot belly and sniffed it hard.

Zhou Yibai looked up and looked intoxicated.

"The head smells nice too." Meng Yu also recommended it.

Zhou Yibai lowered his head and smelled the hairy head, and looked intoxicated.

"The small meat balls smell very good too." Meng Yu recommended again.

Zhou Yibai smelled the meat ball, and he picked up every claw and smelled it. After smelling the four claws, his face was intoxicated.

Meng Yu saw Zhou Yibai showing his intoxicated face for the first time, and secretly rubbed it out his cell phone and took out his secret photos and took a secret photo.

This was the first time Zhou Yibai knew that cats smell so good. No matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't figure out why a cat had such a fascinating smell. He couldn't figure it out, smelled the fur, and then turned over to smell Mengyu.

Meng Yu has a faint smell of cologne and tobacco, and a unique smell of men. It is different from that of a cat, but it smells very nice.

"I haven't taken a shower, why do you smell it!" Meng Yu was so embarrassed.

"It doesn't smell bad." Zhou Yibai continued to pet cats as if nothing had happened.

Meng Yu was smelled and felt that it seemed like he was suffering from not smelling it. So he held the bowl and sniffed it over Zhou Yibai's neck.

The hot air was spitting on his sensitive neck. Zhou Yibai shrank in an instant, and his face almost turned red immediately. He covered his neck and hugged the cat's body and slanted.

But it’s useless to retreat because Meng Yu has finished hearing it.

"What does this taste like..." Meng Yu closed his eyes and thought for a while, thinking that the taste should be very familiar, but why can't I remember it for a while?

There was no way, but I couldn't think of it. Meng Yu sighed, put the bowl on the table, and turned around to look at Zhou Yibai.

"???" Zhou Yibai held the cat, not knowing what he was going to do.

Meng Yu smiled and threw himself into Zhou Yibai the next second.

"Brother! What are you doing!" Zhou Yibai struggled.

"Let me smell it again!" Meng Yuzi smiled and leaned over, pressed it on Zhou Yibai's neck to make a move.

"Cat! The cat is still here!"

"It doesn't matter if it looks, it won't mind."

Zhou Yibai struggled but failed, so he could only let Meng Yu sniff his neck several times.

"Milk shower gel is right?" Meng Yu heard it clearly this time, and his tone was very firm.

Zhou Yibai was lying on the sofa with a flushed face, looking at Meng Yu with wet eyes, his breath was messy, and he could only noddle weakly.

Meng Yu looked at his ravaged look and felt it was too cute. He smiled and said, "It's okay, I will be responsible for you."

Zhou Yibai didn't have the strength to fight him, and didn't know how to fight him, so he had to raise his foot and kick him gently.

"It doesn't matter if you kick harder." Meng Yu laughed, looking like a hooligan.

He scooped a piece of dried scallops, scraped off the soup from the spoon, and then sent it to Zhou Yibai's mouth.

"Open your mouth."

Zhou Yibai was still gasping for breath, his mouth widened a little.

"Big Zhang, Zhang is so young, is he waiting for me to kiss you, right?"

“…”

Zhou Yibai's mouth opened a little longer, and Meng Yu stuffed the dried scallops into his mouth. He chewed and touched Maomao. Maomao was indeed a cat who had seen the world. After a while just now, he was still calmly nestled in his arms, without shouting, jumping, and punching each other without backhand.

"Give it to Maomao too." Zhou Yibai said, "You need both scallops and chicken."

"Okay, okay." Meng Yu scooped a piece of it each, pinched it with his hands and put it in front of Maomao.

Maomao sniffed, opened her mouth to eat, and licked Meng Yu's fingers.

Zhou Yibai saw Meng Yu feeding the cat, and wanted to try it.

Before he could say it, Meng Yu read his meaning from his eyes and took a small piece of chicken for him.

He learned Meng Yu's movements to take the meat to Maomao's mouth, but his movements were still a little scared and he did not dare to take it too close.

Maomao opened her mouth and ate it in one bite, then licked his fingers.

After the feeding was successful, Zhou Yibai smiled happily.

Seeing Zhou Yibai holding Maomao and smiling very sweetly, Meng Yu remembered that he talked to Zhou Yibai in the resort that day because he saw the photo of Ningning smiling while holding a cat. In that photo, Ningning also smiled so sweetly, like a little angel.

Meng Yu took out his cell phone and took a picture of him, looked at the photo with satisfaction and looked at it again and again.

After eating the porridge, Meng Yu washed all the pots and bowls, led Zhou Yibai upstairs and introduced his home to him along the way.

"The second floor is my parents' room." Meng Yu pointed to the master bedroom and said, "I can't bear to move their things away, all of them are still inside."

Continue up, there are two rooms on the third floor. Meng Yu pointed to one of them and said, "This is a guest room, but few people live in it and there are not enough things. You sleep with me today."

Zhou Yibai nodded and was led into the room by Meng Yu.

Meng Yu's room is very spacious, twice as big as Zhou Yibai, and in addition to the bathroom, there is also a cloakroom.

"This is..." Zhou Yibai touched Meng Yu's big bed, "The president slept with a large bed of more than 100 square meters in the novel?"

"How could it be so exaggerated?" Meng Yu touched himself and smiled, "I grew to 1.8 meters in high school. My mother always thought I would grow very tall, so she bought a big bed, but then I only grew five centimeters later."
To be continued...