Subordinate Doting - Chap 62
That’s enough.” He Zhuo didn’t want to listen to their comments on Ji Tingyu, so he defended him, “He has three gold belts. You guys together may not be his match. It’s useless to have such a big body.”
By the way, I also scolded myself, the biggest one.
The cat felt better, crawled out of his underwear, and shook his head.
Four little white paws clattered towards him, and the Samoyed circled around him excitedly and fondly, “Woof woof!”
My handsome brother, you are so cute!
He turned around and stuck his butt out, “Woof woof woof!”
Look, my tail is the same color as yours!
His tail has a light orange tint on the tip.
Ji Tingyu narrowed his eyes. This idiot, no matter how excited he was, he couldn’t point his big butt at someone else’s head. He bared his teeth and yelled: “Meow——”
”Woo woo!” The little dog was so scared that he ran away and threw himself into Shen Ting’s arms, complaining loudly: They are mean to me! They are not friendly at all!
”Who made you so owed?”
“Wuwuwu…”
You are mean to me too!
The puppy cried even more sadly, lowering his head and shedding tears madly.
Shen Ting felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to coax the dog reflexively. But he was angry, so he simply opened a piece of freeze-dried food and stuffed it into the dog’s mouth.
The puppy also has some nerve, and will vomit as soon as it opens its mouth.
”This is it.” Shen heard, “It’s the little shell you like.”
All the freeze-dried food he ate was made by Shen Ting himself, including fruits, meat puree, and some nutrients that the doctor had found out his body was lacking.
In order to suit the puppy’s preferences, Shen Ting carefully prepared different molds for different freeze-dried foods, among which the small shells were the most popular among Wuwu.
It is hard to imagine that Admiral Shen, a ruthless killer who could kill alien beasts with one shot on the battlefield, would spend his days at home on vacation wearing an apron and making cute freeze-dried foods of various shapes for his beloved puppy.
Thinking of this, the puppy was reluctant to vomit, so he held the freeze-dried food with his two paws and took a small bite carefully. His tail lifted up happily again and was carried on his back like a small backpack, and his butt became sticky and tender again.
”I’m too easily coaxed. This won’t do.” He said, and then ate the freeze-dried food in two bites.
After eating, he started to yawn again, eager to tease the kitten.
He Zhuo stopped teasing him and picked up the cat. He took off his coat and wrapped it around the cat, leaving only a black sleeveless T-shirt on his body.
So the little stupid dog saw Ji Tingyu lying in He Zhuo’s naked arms and yawning lazily.
The wolf king’s strong muscles and the cat’s glowing fur formed a picture amid the falling snow.
It is a combination of hardness and softness, an impact of roughness and tenderness.
It’s as if they were born to complement each other.
I wonder if it would be the same when Shen Ting hugs me in his military uniform?
Samoyed thought that probably not, as he would probably be mistaken for a cold and arrogant officer and his stupid military dog with a not-so-good brain.
Humph, but IQ and such are just trivial matters!
She is beautiful, cute and passionate! It is very courageous to fall in love with a poisonous snake regardless of the danger to her life. Shen Ting is blessed to have him in her previous life!
How dare I be picky!
The author has something to say:
Shen Ting: There is nothing in this world that can make a cold-blooded officer like me sad (confidently lights a cigarette)
He Dalang: The little prince of nightclubs, hot pole dancing.
Shen Ting: Woo woo woo
Cat: Nylon straps are great, I won’t use them again in the future!
Wolf: Why? Don’t you just like it – well.
Maomao: I’ll give you some mute medicine sooner or later.
Chapter 24 Kitten Bag
After returning to the base, they continued their search without stopping.
Shen Ting’s deployment time is short, so a quick victory is necessary.
Ji Tingyu suggested that he and He Zhuo split up into two groups and conduct a carpet search.
After a comprehensive search, the two teams captured four battlefield hunters, one escaped, and the whereabouts of the other two are unknown.
It was almost dusk when He Zhuo led the team back.
Several green pickup trucks rumbled into the base. The team members on the trucks were all exhausted, leaning against each other with dust on their faces.
He Zhuo wasn’t much better off. After all, he had done the most work and his arms were sore, numb and swollen from fatigue.
But when he got off the car, he walked very fast, holding a pigeon that was still dripping with blood in his hand, as if he couldn’t wait to meet someone.
After two days, the team members who were carrying out the mission together were convinced of him. Dozens of people greeted him on the road, some called him “General He”, “Captain He”, “Instructor He”, and so on.
He Zhuo did not stick to the title and responded to all of them.
Except for a few pretty little girls who gathered together with blushing faces, calling him “Brother Zhuo”.
He Zhuo paused and looked at them.
”Sorry, I’m not used to being called that. Please call me by my name.”
His voice was extremely cold, completely different from the gentle tone he usually used when talking to Ji Tingyu. He ruthlessly plucked off the peach blossoms before they even sprouted, without leaving any trace on himself.
Several little o’s looked embarrassed immediately.
Some brave ones were unwilling to give up and stood up and said innocently: “Why can’t I call you brother? Mr. He is older than us, shouldn’t we call him brother?”
”Because my brother will get mad if he hears it.”
After saying that, he looked upstairs and his eyes met with the kitten that was peeking through the window. The cat was so scared that it shrank back.
He Zhuo’s lips curved up and he murmured, “Who is the jealous one?”
Without even glancing at the Os, he quickly walked into the kitchen and put the pigeon on the chopping board with a “bang”.
”Uncle Zhong, please help me make the soup. Don’t blanch it. Just boil it in boiling water. Add some red dates and wolfberries. Use less oil and less…” Realizing that he was asking too much and was afraid that the chef wouldn’t do it well, he simply rolled up his sleeves and said, “Forget it, I’ll do it myself.”
