Chapter 181 Successfully prevented him from committing suicide today
Mo Yan’s eyes were cold, and he stared at the owner of the Ragdoll cat expressionlessly.
The woman saw that Mo Yan had no guilt and even wanted to threaten and oppress her. She pointed at Mo Yan and cursed loudly, with harsh words: "What are you looking at? You are the one who is scolding you. You are absolutely in good spirits for abusing a cat." Problem. People like you shouldn’t be alive! Living is a cancer of society.”
You don’t deserve to live, you bitch, even though you are ugly, you can’t be shameless!
The woman looked at Nanjia with disgust, and cursed: "What kind of bastard dares to yell at me?"
Nanjia looked at the man with an air of disgust, she couldn't bear it, she was going to scratch him to death Bitch.
She actually insulted Nan Jia, and Mo Yan’s eyes became filled with a haze.
But before Nan Jia could jump on the woman and start to take revenge on her, Mo Yan suddenly stepped forward and slapped the woman in the face. The woman was stunned. She always thought that Mo Yan would never do anything.
Mo Yan's eyes were kind and dark: "Bastard? If you can't say anything useful, just shut up."
"You dare to hit me?" The woman sat on the ground and cried hysterically.
"Not only did he abuse the cat, but he also beat people. Come and see the dark perversion in this person's heart."
Damn it, did she complain first to the bad guy?
Nan Jia rushed to her and scratched her arm hard.
The woman’s arm was scratched by Nanjia and bleeding, and she shouted sternly: “Ah! You dead cat!”
After Nan Jia scratched her, she ran away. She quickly rushed towards Mo Yan, crawling all the way from his trousers to his shoulders.
She also gently rubbed her head on Mo Yan's cheek to comfort him.
I've avenged you, don't be angry.
Mo Yan smiled and touched Nan Jia's head, and then his cold eyes glanced at the ragdoll cat beside him.
Locked by Mo Yan's gaze, it lowered its head and trembled. It no longer looked as domineering as before.
Mo Yan ignored the woman who was sitting on the ground and kept cursing. He walked around her and left.
Mo Yan was not affected by the woman's slander at all, and his expression was extremely calm. As if he was not the person involved, but just a spectator watching the play, he left the scene gracefully after the play was over.
The woman stood up suddenly and looked at Mo Yan with burning eyes: "Stop! You kicked my cat, and your dead cat even scratched me. You just left like that? Do you think I'm easy to bully?"
Mo Yan looked at the woman with burning eyes and said slowly: "The black villa in front is my home. Do you want money? Remember to bring your disability certificate." >
Black villa? The woman's heart moved. Because they all say that the people in the black villa are very rich.
But looking at the cat on his shoulder, she began to doubt the authenticity of the rumors.
Would a rich person keep a stray cat? The pets of the rich people around her may not be particularly noble, but at least they are pure species.
"How can I be sure of the authenticity of your words? Who knows, are you trying to deceive me?"
Mo Yan glanced at the woman coldly, the intimidation in his eyes Let women not dare to be presumptuous anymore.
Mo Yan left slowly. He put Nanjia in his hand and rubbed her head with his hand: "I'll teach you, next time someone bullies you, you go straight to her. My face is scratched. Our family is rich and can afford to pay.”
What's the use of scratching your arm? Scratching the face will definitely make that person remember it for a lifetime.
The onlookers watched the farce in groups of two or three and chatted. A girl in a white skirt pointed at the woman on the ground and said: "She really deserves it. She was bullied too! She should be beaten." She. "
The woman on the ground has done this not once or twice. Why is her cat so noble? Are other people’s cats worthless?
“Yes, her cat has the same temperament as that woman, always looking for trouble, bullying this and that. Being kicked this time really relieved me.”
It’s just a matter of fact. It didn't end there. The next day, a woman on the third floor let out a scream.
She was frightened by a flesh-colored object on her bed, and she swung the object to the ground with force. It fell to the ground and let out a cry of pain: "Meow".
The woman then recognized that ugly thing as her own furless doll.
The woman suddenly broke out in a layer of cold sweat, and her hands and feet were cold.
My house is on the third floor. How did the person who took the puppet away from the house and shaved it get in?
Why does he have a key to his own home?
The woman's face turned pale. If he could quietly take the cat away and bring it back, could he also kill himself silently?
The fear in the woman's heart suddenly rose. She hugged the quilt and hid in the corner, shivering.
She needs to move away quickly!
Nan Jia was lying in front of a small bowl drinking milk, and suddenly she said: "Nan Nan, the first star of the dark value has dropped by one-fifth."
Nanjia paused while drinking milk: "So suddenly? Why?"
Is it because her eating posture is too graceful? Is Mo Yan so beautiful by himself?
Fortunately, Nanjia only thought about this idea in her own mind. If the survivor heard it, the survivor would be very speechless and not want to talk to her.
"I think your behavior in the past few days may have slowly affected him."
"Oh" Nanjia continued to drink milk, and suddenly the smell of meat wafted over.
Nanjia sniffed hard, she couldn't bear it anymore and said: "Qiu Sheng Sheng, when can I turn into a human being? I'm so frightened."
Qi Sheng Sheng laughed, his eyes a little dodgey: " Soon, soon."
Survival is a problem! Nanjia narrowed his eyes and asked in a very oppressive tone: "Qiu Sheng Sheng, what are you hiding from me?"
"It's not a big deal, it's just... that Nan Nan, you may not be able to transform into a human form. Because there are no monsters in this world." The survivalist rubbed his hands, and his voice became lower and lower under Nanjia's high-pressure gaze.
Nan Jia’s eyes are faint and he really looks like his master.
"Nannan, don't be angry. There are many advantages to not being able to turn into a human being. You...that."
Nanjia in his consciousness looked down at the Survivor with his hands clasped in his fists: "Well, You say. I'm listening."
Qiu Sheng Sheng: Wow, her tone is more like a master.
Nan Jiake really hasn’t been threatened by his master so many times in vain. His demeanor and tone are quite similar.
Survivor suddenly said: "Well...well, at least you won't be staggered by your master after you make a mistake."
"Please! Live! Live!" Nanjia shouted sharply
It's still not a human...no...a ball? Can you say this?
The survivor glanced at Nanjia and whispered: "What's wrong? I... am telling the truth."
"Shut up!"
Humans and cats? No, Nanjia already has a picture in his mind.
Some pictures appeared in Nanjia's mind involuntarily.
Nanjia is heartbroken: I can’t change into a human form? Then my baby, my delicious food, I...
Author: Stop, stop howling for me. You go help me get a subscription, a recommendation ticket, a monthly ticket, and a good review, and I will let you change into a human form.
Nanjia wiped away her tears and looked at the bosses sincerely: Give me some, give me some.
(End of this chapter)