The two cats raised by Han Feilu are a bit like their owners. They are tiger-like and cheerful. Not only are they not afraid of people, they are also familiar with them. The second time Zhou Song came to the house, the civet cat named Tiger had already made a gesture to welcome the owner home.
etiquette.
Zhou Song bent down, picked it up and walked in: "It's so heavy. You haven't eaten all night and you are still so heavy."
Baoyu lay on the floor, watching him wagging his tail. He knelt down and touched Baoyu's head, and said with a smile: "Baoyu, why don't you welcome me?"
Han Feilu didn't come back last night. The two cats stayed alone in the empty room all day and night with no one to feed them. Han Feilu called him this morning and asked him to help feed the cats. The reason why he asked him for help was because
The community he lives in is not far from here, only a street away. It's about ten minutes' walk and it's more convenient to drive. So Zhou Song came over early in the morning and went around to the pet store to buy some snacks for the cat.
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He put the tiger down, took out his mobile phone and read the voice message Han Feilu sent this morning, and said to the two cats: "Wait a minute, let me hear where your father, who cares about children and raises them, put your rations.
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Han Feilu introduced the location of cat food storage in detail in his voice. He followed Han Feilu's instructions and found the cat food and canned food in the cabinet at the bottom of the kitchen. He had no experience in raising cats, so he followed Han Feilu's instructions.
Each cat poured a bowl of food, squeezed half a tube of nutritional paste into each cat, and then covered it with a layer of canned fish. He brought the two sets of meals to the cats. The two cats were very happy, and they lowered their heads and ate fiercely.
Zhou Song touched the tiger's back, which had twists and turns and piles of meat, and said proudly: "It seems that my cooking skills are good."
While the two cats were eating, he lay on the floor and carefully observed Baoyu's eyes. Han Feilu said in WeChat that Baoyu's left eye had been inflamed for two days. If the congestion in the eye was not gone, he needed to continue applying ointment.
The upper eyelid of Baoyu's left eye was still a little red and swollen, so Zhou Song found the tube of ointment Han Feilu mentioned from the drawer of the coffee table, sat on the floor and waited for Baoyu to finish his meal, waiting to apply the medicine to it. Although Baoyu looked delicate,
But the food was very uncivilized. Feng Juan Canyun finished the meal, drank some water, and then lay down in front of the window to eat.
Zhou Song grabbed one of its arms and dragged it to him, but it didn't struggle at all. Zhou Song took it into his arms, put it face up, and carefully opened its eyelids, "Don't scratch me.
, I haven’t had the vaccine yet.”
Baoyu was extremely docile. When his eyelids were opened and medicine was applied, he only kicked his legs twice symbolically. Then he lay quietly in Zhou Song's arms and even snored. Zhou Song squeezed some ointment into his eyes.
, and rubbed the ointment on its eyelids a few times to spread the ointment, then covered its entire cat head and waited for the ointment to be fully absorbed.
Guessing that the time was almost up, Zhou Song let go of his hand and found that Baoyu had fallen asleep with two teeth bared. He played with Baoyu's ears for a while and felt sleepy, so he stretched out and lay down on the floor.
The morning sun was very warm, and Zhou Song fell asleep soon after lying down. When he was about to fall asleep, his cell phone suddenly rang. He answered the call and yawned before speaking: "What are you doing?"
Han Feilu: "Where are you?"
Zhou Song: "I haven't left yet."
Han Feilu fell silent, and Zhou Song said: "If you have anything to say, just say it."
Han Feilu: "Are you busy this morning?"
Zhou Song closed his eyes and petted the cat and said, "You don't care whether I am busy or not, but you don't help me with my work."
Han Feilu: "If you are not in a hurry to go to work, can you come to our unit and give me some clothes? My short-sleeves are all rotten, and I am too embarrassed to stand in front of others."
Zhou Song opened his eyelids leisurely and did not reply for a while. Han Feilu said again: "If you are busy, forget it, I will find a time to go back at noon -"
Zhou Song: "Which one?"
Han Feilu said hurriedly: "Anything will do. Just call me at the door and I'll have someone go out and get it."
He hung up the phone after talking like he was on fire. Zhou Song carried Baoyu to the bedroom, opened the closet, and saw a dark color, and immediately felt disgusted. Han Feilu's taste in clothes was really not very high, and the clothes in the closet were
Most of the clothes were comfortable and tidy. Even though there were two pieces that were quite designed, they lacked matching. Zhou Song looked around and couldn't pick out any clothes that caught his eye, so he closed the wardrobe again and went out.
Went to look for a clothing store. When leaving the community, turn right and you will find the supporting commercial street. Zhou Song chose an Italian men's clothing brand store and relied on his good taste to buy two shirts and trousers that suited Han Feilu's temperament. Before leaving, he saw
There was a belt that suited the newly purchased pants, so I bought the belt too.
Carrying large and small bags, he took a taxi to the entrance of the Public Security Bureau and sent a message to Han Feilu. Han Feilu quickly sent Mu Xuecheng down, and Mu Xuecheng stretched out her hand to take the thing in his hand: "This is
Korean team clothes, right? Just give them to me."
Zhou Song didn't give it to her, but said with a smile: "I just happened to come to him for something, so I'll take it in myself."
So Mu Xuecheng led him into the police office area, moved a chair for him next to his work station and asked him to sit down and wait, saying: "Team Han is still working, please wait a moment. Have you had breakfast?"
Zhou Song said: "After eating, you can go about your business. There is no need to entertain me."
Perhaps Pan Shaojie's death caused a chain reaction. The interior of this law enforcement agency office building was very busy. Everyone was answering calls or looking for information. There were only a few female police officers sitting firmly on their chairs.
Stare at the computer and check the video second by second.
Through the glass wall, Zhou Song could see the police officers walking around in the corridor outside, as well as a room with an 'Inquiry Room' sign opposite. He waited for more than ten minutes and saw the door of the inquiry room open.
, three men came out one after another, two of whom he knew, namely Han Feilu and Shao Yang. Seeing Shao Yang, Zhou Song stood up and walked out.
Han Feilu held a newly prepared transcript in his hand and said to Shao Yang: "I understand the situation. You go back to take care of your dad first. Keep your mobile phone open. You can't turn it off overnight like last night. We will
Looking for you anytime."
Shao Yang said apologetically: "I'm sorry, my dad suddenly fell and got injured. I was so anxious that I forgot to charge my phone and kept guarding him in the hospital."
"Shao Yang." Zhou Song walked over and asked, "Why are you here?"
When Shao Yang saw him, he had a look on his face that would only relax when seeing a friend: "Pan Shaojie is in trouble. I will cooperate with the investigation."
Zhou Song glanced at Han Feilu and ignored him. Then he asked Shao Yang, "Are you cooperating with the investigation?"
Shao Yang said: "Pan Shaojie said at noon yesterday that he wanted to sign a contract, so he called Mr. Liao's secretary and I. But I left after signing the contract. I don't know when something happened to him." He looked at his watch.
"My dad is still in the hospital and I have to go back to take care of him. Let's talk when we have time."
When Shao Yang came downstairs, Han Feilu asked: "I just heard him say that you introduced him to Pan Shaojie?"
Zhou Song said: "Yes, Pan Shaojie wants to sell land and asked me to introduce him to a reliable person. I have a good relationship with Shao Yang, so I introduced this business to him."
Han Feilu walked upstairs: "Go to my office."
Zhou Song first went back to the main office to get his things, and then went upstairs to find Han Feilu. Han Feilu's office door was open, so he went in and closed the door directly, saying: "I want to know about Pan Shaojie's case."
Han Feilu took away the clothing bag in his hand, opened it and looked inside: "Can you please let me go slowly? My mind has not stopped thinking about it since last night. Are these my clothes?"
Zhou Song sat on the sofa by the window in a familiar manner and said, "I bought it for you."
Han Feilu's head was full of questions: "Why are you buying me clothes when you have nothing to do? I have so many in my wardrobe, just pick two and bring them over."
Zhou Song glanced at him angrily: "Pay attention to your wording. I kindly helped you feed the cat and gave you clothes. What else did I do wrong? Do you want to wear something or not? If not, you will be naked."
Zhou Song did help him a lot today, and Han Feilu didn't dare to refute it. He took out a small waterproof bag from the drawer, which contained a set of cleaning supplies that he had prepared in the office. He took the bag
Walking out with the clothes bag, Zhou Song saw this and asked, "Where are you going?"
"Change clothes." Before he finished speaking, Han Feilu slammed the door and went out.
Zhou Song sat in the office for a long time, and then Han Feilu came back. He put on clean clothes, brushed his teeth, washed his face, and shaved his beard. His whole person was completely new. Zhou Song saw his new look and couldn't help but smile.
I nodded secretly in my mind, thinking that I had such good taste that I could change my career to become a fashion stylist.
What he bought for Han Feilu was a light gray cotton and linen casual shirt and a pair of black business casual pants. The design had a lazy and sophisticated British style. When worn on Han Feilu, he gave off a yuppie look.
temperament.
Han Feilu got his clothes wet when he washed his face, so he tied the buttons very low, and the hair on his forehead was also wet. He smoothed his hair back a few times, walked to sit across from Zhou Song, and said, "I'm going to do this today."
He is so handsome that he can get married directly."
Zhou Song: "What a beautiful thought. Do you have a girlfriend?"
Han Feilu threw the cigarette case and lighter on the table, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and put it between his fingers. He drew a circle on Zhou Song's face from a distance and said, "Although your face is beautiful, your facial features are...
The proportions are out of proportion.”
Zhou Song has lived under the label of 'beautiful man' since he was a child. He couldn't believe that Han Feilu could pick out his appearance. "That's nonsense. How am I not coordinated?"
Han Feilu: "You have an extra mouth on your face. You said you are a good person, why do you have a mouth? If you didn't have a mouth, your face would be perfect."
Zhou Song was amused by his serious look: "A few days ago you said that I am more pleasing to the eye than Wang Zuxian, and now you say that my face is not perfect. I think the problem is not with me, but with you. You need to think carefully, are you
I don’t like Wang Zuxian either.”
Han Feilu lit the cigarette, threw the lighter on the table, exhaled a mouthful of white smoke, and said: "Then you must have heard wrong, I am not talking about Wang Zuxian, but Wang Cholan. I like you with weird shapes, more than Wang Zulan
It’s pleasing to the eye.”
Zhou Songxiao fell on the sofa and said with a smile: "You are in the wrong business. You should stand on the street and clearly mark the price for others to use as a punching bag. You can get a punch for a dime. A person like you who deserves a beating can do it in one day."
Make a fortune."
Han Feilu: "Then I will become a street person?"
Zhou Song imagined the grand occasion when he went to stand on the street, lying on the armrest of the sofa and laughing for a while.
Han Feilu ignored him, took out his mobile phone to reply to a few messages, and pressed a few cigarette ashes in the ashtray. When he looked up and saw Zhou Song still smiling on the sofa, he raised the corners of his lips and asked: "So happy?
"
Zhou Song turned his head and rested his arm on his head to look at him, with a smile on his brows and eyes: "You can make me so happy."