When Zhou Yibai ran downstairs, he saw Meng Yu standing at the entrance of the community.

Meng Yu held a pet box and briefcase in one hand and put the other in the pocket of the suit pants, smiling at him with a cynical look on his face.

"Where is the car?" Zhou Yibai ran all the way, and pulled Meng Yu's sleeve panting, signaling him to go with him.

Meng Yu was pulled over by him, then he held his hand and said, "Stop at the company."

"You came over?"

"Yes." Meng Yu nodded naturally, "Let's take a look at the way you came that day."

Zhou Yibai took Meng Yu into the elevator and asked again: "Aren't you afraid that I won't let you get up?"

Meng Yu smiled: "Will you still not let me go up?"

"Why can't it?" Zhou Yibai calmed down his breathing and glanced at Meng Yu squintly, "Aren't you going to give me a live performance and begging me to forgive you?"

Meng Yu found that Zhou Yibai's expressions were getting more and more in front of him, which was very fun, and then smiled and said, "Okay, since you want to see so..." As he said that, he turned around to face the corner.

Zhou Yibai was just talking casually, but he didn't expect that he was going to come. He hurriedly glanced at the top of the elevator and said, "There is a monitor here."

"It's okay." Meng Yu turned his back to Zhou Yibai and didn't know what he was doing. "When the police uncle comes later, I will say I'm the duck you can't sleep at night."

"???" Zhou Yibai and black people question mark.

"Okay." Meng Yu still turned his back to Zhou Yibai, but just turned his head to look at him, "Are you ready? The live performance of the male anchor."

"It's better not to be there..."

"It's too late."

Meng Yu turned around in an instant, and Zhou Yibai closed his eyes intuitively.

However, a second later, he heard a "meow" sound. He opened his eyes a little, but did not see the obscene scene he imagined, but only saw Meng Yu holding Maomao.

Meng Yu did not act lewdly, but his expression was quite lewd. While opening Maomao's legs, he whispered excitedly: "Look! It's Maodandan!"

"..." Zhou Yibai was speechless, but his body moved forward on his own and bowed his head and leaned over.

"Look, how cute!" Meng Yu poked Maomao's balls, "Do you want to touch them?"

Zhou Yibai looked at the little bell-like cat Dandan and couldn't help but stretch out his finger and poked it.

Ah, the round and round... Zhou Yibai poked it again.

Maomao had given up struggling and was held by them without any face to do the inhumane thing.

When the elevator arrived at the floor, Meng Yu hugged Maomao out of the elevator and asked with a wicked smile: "Are you still satisfied with the live performance of the little male cat anchor?"

Zhou Yibai nodded weakly and asked while opening the door: "Why does Maomao still have Dandan?"

Meng Yu stood behind Zhou Yibai very excited and replied, "It is a straight male cat. I want to ask for his wife from now on, but now I can't be a eunuch."

"Can't go into heat?"

"No." Meng Yu said, "I also find it strange, but it just doesn't."

"Maybe as cold as me."

“???”

Zhou Yibai opened the door as if nothing had happened, and Meng Yu followed behind and walked in with the cat in his arms.

This room was rented by Zhou Yibai, with two bedrooms, two living rooms and two bathrooms. The rent is not low but the transportation is convenient. You can get to the subway for ten minutes after stepping out of the house. There is also a supermarket nearby. In addition, this room is large and is very suitable for children to play. Zhou Yibai was looking for this and rented it.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw a shoe cabinet. Large shoes and small shoes were lined up on the shoe cabinet. The coats hung on the coat rack next to me were big and small, and one of them was hung with a small backpack in the shape of a caterpillar doll.

Meng Yu looked at the small backpack and couldn't help but stretch out his finger and poke it.

"You let Maomao come down and play." Zhou Yibai asked Meng Yu to put down Maomao, and then helped Meng Yu hang her suit jacket. "You go to the sofa and sit down, and I'll see what else in the refrigerator."

Zhou Yibai entered the kitchen, Meng Yu sat on the sofa and continued to look around curiously.

There is no wallpaper or painting on the walls on all sides, and it is simply decorated with paintings. Those paintings include illustrations of Zhou Yibai paintings, and several children's paintings that are obviously written by children. They are framed and seriously hung on the wall. There are even small labels hanging below with the name, author and date.

There is a large bookcase near the door of the living room. The bookcase is not full of books. Several of the layers are placed in storage boxes. I don’t know if the bottles and jars in the box are used by Zhou Yibai.

There is a carpet under the bookcase, and a few cloth boxes next to it are filled with toys, which is Ningning’s game area.

On the other end of the living room is a table, with several side-by-side low cabinets as separates the work area in front of the table. There are three screens on the work table, with scattered paper stacked on both sides, and in the middle is a spread out book and a drawing board.

Although there are many things in the house, they do not give people a mess. And from the beginning of stepping into the door, although there are no children, there are traces of children in every corner, which makes the house particularly lively.

Meng Yu leaned against the pillows with different shapes on the sofa and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is it good to eat dumplings?" Zhou Yibai poked his head out of the kitchen.

"All it's OK, whatever you cook is delicious." Meng Yu looked up at him, and suddenly felt like he had finally returned to his home after working for a day.

Meng Yu leaned back on the pillow and stretched.

He felt a hard object behind him, so he reached out to take out a small red toy car. He looked left and right with the car, imagining Ning Ning playing games with the car, and couldn't help laughing.

After lying down for a while, he came to the kitchen.

Looking inside from the door, I saw the water on the stove being cooked with rumbles, and Zhou Yibai stood aside to make him dipping sauce.

Zhou Yibai noticed that he was coming and looked up and said, "You go and have a rest, it's going to be fine right away."

He didn't leave or speak, but just leaned against the door to look at Zhou Yibai.

Seeing that he didn't leave, Zhou Yibai said again: "Then you wash your hands first and wash your hands."

Meng Yu walked to the sink, and Zhou Yibai also put down the bowl.

Zhou Yibai helped him roll up his sleeves, wet his hands with boiling water, and pressed the can of duck-shaped next to him to squeeze out hand sanitizer. He first rubbed bubbles on his hands and then covered them on his hands.

"The hands must be washed clean." Zhou Yibai carefully washed each of his fingers, and then changed the back after washing the front.

Zhou Yibai lowered his head very seriously. From Meng Yu's perspective, he could see his slender white neck and the plump and small earlobes of his ears.

Meng Yu looked at it and couldn't help but lower his head and kiss him on the neck.

"What are you doing!" Zhou Yibai covered his neck, raised his head and stared wide, "I haven't taken a shower!"

Meng Yu smacked his lips as if aftertaste and said with a wicked smile: "Then you will kiss you later after washing."

Zhou Yibai looked at him silently, lowered his head to help him clean his hands, and pointed at the rabbit hanging beside him with his chin to wipe the hand towel, and said, "Dry it yourself."

"Don't you help me wipe it?"

"You always want to make trouble."

"I won't make trouble." Meng Yu quickly raised his hand to surrender, "Really."

Zhou Yibai didn't say anything, and came over to help him dry his hands. After wiping, he waved his hand in disgust and said, "Go out! Take up space."

"Where did I occupy space? I'm so handsome, it's a work of art here." Meng Yu leaned over again with a shameless look, hugged Zhou Yibai from behind, lowered his head and leaned his chin on Zhou Yibai's shoulder, "This way, it won't take up space, right?"

Zhou Yibai twisted and wanted to get rid of him, but he couldn't get rid of him, so he had to be hugged by him.

“Isn’t it hot?”

"Not hot, it's warmth."

The two stared at the floating and rising dumplings in the pot together, and Zhou Yibai took a spoon and stirred the water.

"Is this OK?"

"Wait a little longer."

Zhou Yibai wanted to get the bowl aside, but Meng Yu refused to put it on. The two of them moved horizontally to the bowl rack as if they were walking, and then the crab walked back to the edge of the pot.

Zhou Yibai twisted his hand and tried to break away again, but Meng Yu didn't move, and tightened his arms again, hugging his waist firmly. Zhou Yibai gave up struggling and began to fish out the floating dumplings.

"Do you still eat it?" Zhou Yibai had already packed all the dumplings.

"Eat." Meng Yu looked at it for granted.

"Then you're not letting go?"

"I won't let it go."

Zhou Yibai was extremely helpless and picked up a dumpling, dipped it in the sauce, and said, "I don't care if my clothes get dirty later."

Meng Yu originally put his chin on Zhou Yibai's right shoulder. Seeing that Zhou Yibai seemed to be feeding him, he quickly moved to the left and nodded, "It doesn't matter, it will be dirty if it is dirty."

Zhou Yibaiduo was pinched to his mouth, and he opened his mouth and ate it in one bite.

"The dumplings you cook are delicious, and they are indeed the chef."

“…This is just quick-frozen dumplings.”

"Oh, then the sauce you made is delicious."

"Flame."

Meng Yu laughed and was very happy to be disliked.

The two of them maintained this sticky posture and finished a large bowl of dumplings. After eating, Meng Yu touched his stomach and collapsed back to the sofa with satisfaction.

Zhou Yibai was busy washing dishes, and then made some fish to feed Maomao. After taking care of the cat and the kitchen, he wiped his hands out.

It's already eleven o'clock.
To be continued...