Nuan Nuan gave the kitten a particularly painful name - Gulu Ball.
I said I gave it a bath myself, but ended up forgetting everything while sitting at the dining table.
In the end it was me who was unlucky
Guluqiu squatted on the sofa and scratched his head, with little flies flying around his head.
I swallowed and reached out to hug her, "Gu, Gu, Gu"
I can’t say it out loud. What kind of idiot name are you using? What’s wrong with you!? Oh my god!
Nuan Nuan wiped the foie gras from her mouth and looked at me curiously, "Sister Ting'er, why do you call Gulu Ball aunt? Isn't this a violation of seniority?"
I turned my head in shock, what does this have to do with seniority?
"Look, Gulu Qiu is my child. If you call her aunt, isn't this generational hierarchy confusing?" Nuannuan waved her fork solemnly and smiled like a child.
Yes, she is a child, and her IQ will always be fixed at the age of twelve.
That's why I don't care about her, otherwise with my current little temper, I will strangle you to death regardless of whether you are a lady or a madam!
I reluctantly picked up the gulu ball and walked into the bathroom, feeling a little melancholy.
It's been two years, it's been two years, it's not long, it's not short, it's been a quiet and peaceful life.