Chapter 177 I successfully stopped him from committing suicide today
Mo Yan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that she was a little cute.
He involuntarily reached out to touch her heart, but when he touched her little fuzz, his hand suddenly pushed Nanjia's face back hard.
Nan Jia looked at Mo Yan confused, why was he pushing her?
Mo Yan said with a straight face, "Don't point your asymmetrical face at me."
whatfuck?
He slandered his little love?
Nan Jia bit Mo Yan's finger. Nan Jia was venting her anger but she didn't use any force.
In Mo Yan’s opinion, her little teeth were just like scratching an itch, they didn’t hurt at all.
But Mo Yan still reached out and patted her head: "Little dirty cat, are you crazy? You don't want your head anymore?"
Nanjia bit him hard and then flew off the bed with lightning speed.
She ran away as fast as lightning, fearing that Mo Yan would catch her if she ran too slow.
Mo Yan didn’t even think about arresting Nan Jia. He lay on the bed and looked at her back. He felt a little funny. Was he scared now?
Nanjia ran outside the door and stopped. She suddenly thought of the knife that was thrown to the ground. Her little head poked through the crack in the door again.
Seeing the door being pushed open slowly, Mo Yan said quietly: "Why don't you leave yet? Do you want me to stew you?"
Nanjia ignored him, picked up the hilt of the knife and walked out.
We can't leave such dangerous things here in Mo Yan.
Looking at her small body, Mo Yan felt that she was a bit cute for no reason.
Nan Jia returned to the first floor with the knife in her mouth and vomited in front of Butler Wang.
Butler Wang hurriedly picked up the knife. His voice was accusatory: "Little dirty cat, why are you still playing with the knife in your mouth? Be careful to scratch you!"
"Meow meow meow" is not me, it's Mo Yan!
Butler Wang didn't understand what Nan Jia meant, so Nan Jia turned around and rushed towards the stairs.
“Did you get your knife from Mo Yan?”
“Meow” Nanjia nodded
Butler Wang’s expression suddenly became solemn, and his eyebrows were serious.
The young master started committing suicide again?
Butler Wang put aside what he was busy with. He picked up the knife and put it in a hidden place. Then he got up and went to Mo Yan's room on the second floor.
As soon as Mo Yan opened the door, Butler Wang lectured: "Master, if you have anything you can't think of, tell me. Don't choose such an extreme method."
" "Meow" Nanjia also meowed in agreement.
Mo Yan’s gaze immediately shifted to Nan Jia, who was following Butler Wang’s feet.
Mo Yan clasped his hands in his fists and looked down at Nan Jia: "Are you still a spy cat? Are you still a spy?"
"Meow" Nan Jia looked dissatisfied. She should be a rescue cat, how could she be? Spy cat? It sounds awful.
"Master, don't blame the little dirty cat. You..."
Mo Yan shifted his gaze to Butler Wang, with cold eyes: "Stop talking, I am not now Are you ready to stand in front of you?”
“No, you can’t ignore your suicide just because you are not injured.”
Mo Yan felt that Butler Wang was about to start a long speech, so he hurriedly interrupted: "Stop, I understand."
Butler Wang also said: "Master, you have to listen to others' advice! Life is still very beautiful. "
"Meow" Nan Jia responded, life is indeed good, and when she gets older, she can even eat small dried fish.
“Master, look, the little dirty cat agrees.”
Mo Yan looked at Nan Jia faintly and raised his eyebrows: “Not only can you complain, but you can also fan the flames? ”
Nanjia:...
"Young Master..."
Mo Yan interrupted him: "Steward Wang, have you prepared dinner? I want to eat ribs, you hurry downstairs to cook. . ”
Butler Wang is still a little worried about Mo Yan, he is afraid that Mo Yan will commit suicide again. He thought for a while and said: "Then, let the little dirty cat accompany you." "Yeah"
Seeing Dao Mo Yanliang's thin lips curl up in an emotionless arc, the hair all over Nan Jia's body stood up.
The look in his eyes that made him smile was scary, as if he was waiting for him to fall into a trap and then give him a good meal.
Nan Jia stretched out her claws to grab Butler Wang’s trouser legs.
Butler Wang, please take me with you. Don’t put me here. This person is going to eat kittens.
Of course Mo Yan saw Nan Jia’s intention, he bent down and picked Nan Jia up.
Mom, he hugged me?
Nanjia is even more scared! It's over!
Mo Yan in this world has disliked her from the beginning, and now he hugs her, which shows the seriousness of the matter!
Looking at Butler Wang’s heartless departure, Nan Jia lowered her little head.
Hey, after all, it was the little milk cat who shouldered all this by himself.
Mo Yan closed the door and then smiled.
Feeling the stiffness of the cat in his hand, Mo Yan felt happy in his heart.
Mo Yan deliberately threatened: "Little dirty cat, you are finished."
"Meow" I'm wrong, isn't it okay?
Mo Yan pinched Nan Jia with both hands and shook it: "Oh, now you know how to please me? It's too late!"
Nanjia was so shaken that she almost vomited.
Mo Yan put Nan Jia on the ground. Nan Jia couldn't stand still, so she just lay down on the ground and pretended to be dead.
"I haven't dealt with you yet, why are you pretending to be dead?" Mo Yan's tone was sinister
Nan Jia moved to Mo Yan's feet and then stretched out her head to rub him, trying to please him. Full of meaning.
Mo Yan carried her to the base of the wall and asked her to face the wall and think about her faults: "You face the wall and think about your faults. I will let you out in half an hour."
Just let yourself wallow in your mistakes? Don’t hit yourself?
Nanjia stared happily at the wall.
Just staring for a while, Nanjia felt a little heavy.
Half an hour later, Mo Yan opened the door: "Okay, let's go."
Nanjia hurriedly walked out, but when he got out of the door, Nanjia turned back.
"Why are you back again?"
Nan Jia looked past Mo Yan and looked at the decoration style of Mo Yan's room.
The walls are pure black wallpaper and the curtains are also gray. There are no extra decorations in the room. It doesn't feel warm at all. It can only make people feel endless oppression and indifference. No wonder I felt inexplicably depressed just now!
This is not possible! Ordinary people will become depressed if they stay in this kind of room for too long.
Not to mention Mo Yan, who was already prone to suicide.
The decoration style in his room must be changed.
Nanjia took a few steps back, then ran up the wall.
Looking at Nan Jia lying on a high place, Mo Yan was startled. He might have died if he fell. He quickly walked to Nanjia's side.
Before Mo Yan reached out to pick her up, Nanjia slid down from the wall with a 'crash' sound.
Mo Yan looked at the torn wallpaper with a startled expression.
While he was in a daze, Nanjia rushed to the other side and clawed at his wallpaper frantically.
The black wallpaper was scratched one by one by her, revealing the white wall behind it. The room instantly changed from a cold business room to a shabby rough room.
This does not look depressing anymore, because it looks very annoying.
Mo Yan shouted in a cold voice: "Little dirty cat!"
Nan Jia hurriedly ran away from his feet and ran away.
(End of this chapter)