Chapter 189 Successfully prevented him from committing suicide today
Mo Yusheng stared at the closed door, an evil look flashed in his eyes!
He will let Mo Yan know what regret means today.
Mo Yusheng took the spare key he stole from who knows where. He opened the door and strode in.
Nan Jia was sleeping in her nest. She was a little surprised when she heard footsteps. Mo Yan and the others could come back so early?
Nanjia looked up suddenly, only to see an unfamiliar but slightly familiar face.
Nan Jia frowned: Who is this person? Why do you have the key to your home?
Nanjia Jin Yuanbao’s cat nest was too eye-catching. Mo Yusheng saw her nest as soon as he entered the door, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.
God is really helping him! This is so easy to find!
Mo Yusheng walked quickly to Nan Jia, and he looked at Nan Jia.
The disgust in his eyes is self-evident, Mo Yan has such a miscellaneous cat?
Is this cat worth his protection? I really don't know what he thinks.
The malice emanating from this man was so strong that Nanjia rushed out of the cat's nest to stay away from him.
Mo Yusheng chased Nan Jia in the direction where he escaped.
Nanjia looked at the person chasing after her, and she hurriedly asked Qiu Shengsheng: "What's going on?"
Qiu Shengsheng explained: "He is Mo Yan's younger brother, the son born to Wang Yanran. There is a probability that he will do nothing good when he comes here."
Nan Jia: Nonsense, he has a knife, can I tell? Is he up to no good?
Suddenly, Mo Yusheng threw the knife in his hand at her.
Nanjia hurriedly turned to the left, and the knife scratched the fur on her right side.
The hair on the sides of her waist and abdomen was cut off with a knife.
Nanjia ran all the way to the second floor. She was about to jump out from the second floor, but all the windows on the second floor were closed.
Nan Jia was blocked in a room, Mo Yusheng smiled ferociously, he slowly closed the door and slowly approached Nan Jia.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Nanjia hid under the bed.
Mo Yusheng lay under the bed, reaching out to take out Nan Jia.
Nanjia bit him hard with her fangs.
"Ah" Mo Yusheng shouted, looking at the bitten finger that was bleeding, his resentment towards Nan Jia became even stronger.
This little mongrel cat actually dares to bite himself?
He must kill that cat!
……
Mo Yan took care of the old man’s funeral affairs and did not return home until nine o’clock in the evening.
Mo Yan didn't see Nanjia when he was changing his slippers. She was closed today? The active business operations these days have made her tired, so is it now a strike?
After Mo Yan changed his shoes, he called out: "Little dirty cat?"
Didn't she run over? Could it be that she fell asleep?
Mo Yan called Nan Jia loudly again, but still didn't come over.
Mo Yan frowned, he shouldn't, how could the little dirty cat ignore him.
Mo Yan started to look for Nan Jia, but there was no one in the living room or kitchen.
She ran out? But she never got away.
Nanjia was missing everywhere, and Mo Yan began to worry.
Mo Yan hurriedly went to the monitoring room to check the monitoring system to see if Nanjia had run out.
"Stop"! Mo Yan asked the security guard to stop the surveillance, and he saw Mo Yusheng on the surveillance.
Mo Yan took out his cell phone with a cold face and called Mo Yusheng.
Mo Yusheng was in the bar, and it was very noisy around him. Someone else told him that his cell phone was ringing. Looking at the word 'Mo Yan' on the phone screen, the corners of his face couldn't help but turn up: "Mo Yan, why did you call me? That's weird."
Mo Yusheng's legs They were placed crosswise on the coffee table, looking arrogant and wanton.
Listening to his provocative tone, Mo Yan knew that today's incident must have something to do with him!
Mo Yan asked in a cold voice: "Why did you come to my house? Did you take my cat away?" Mo Yusheng's crossed legs changed positions, and the corners of his mouth raised, faintly Said: "Your cat? You mean that little hybrid cat?"
The expression in Mo Yan's eyes suddenly darkened, and there was solemnity and gloom in his eyes.
"Where is she?"
"She should be in your room, right? Look for her."
In Mo Yusheng's eyes Sparkling with weird joy, he could imagine Mo Yan's expression when he saw the kitten's body. It would be very interesting! The look on his face would definitely make him happy.
Mo Yusheng's tone made Mo Yan shiver all over. He would never kindly put the kitten in his room unless...
A layer of cold sweat ran down Mo Yan's spine, and his fingers held the phone for a while. The ground was numb.
He hung up the phone and ran back immediately!
Mo Yan was very panicked. He kept praying that nothing would happen to Nanjia.
Running to the door of his room, Mo Yan looked at his door. He was too scared to open the door.
Mo Yan reluctantly comforted himself: The little dirty cat is so smart, she will definitely hide well and not be hurt by Mo Yusheng.
Mo Yan actually didn’t believe this in his heart, because he didn’t even hear the little dirty cat’s voice.
Mo Yan forced himself to open the door and walked into the room.
Mo Yan's legs suddenly went weak, and he collapsed on the ground, his eyes turning red.
The body of the little dirty cat on the bed was not even complete, it was in pieces, and his white sheets were completely stained red with her blood.
Mo Yan's heart was like a knife being twisted, and every part of it was aching.
Mo Yan sat on the ground blankly, holding his curled legs with his hands, his body trembling constantly, but his eyes were staring at the body of the dirty cat on the bed without blinking.
He exuded an aura of despair and sadness, with sadness solidified between his brows.
He seemed to be beaten back to hell again, his whole body was filled with black energy, and there was no hope at all.
He couldn't believe it, how could that arrogant, agile, intelligent kitten, who waited for him to come home every day, lie motionless on the bed?
The little dirty cat is gone, so what’s the point of living?
Mo Yan stood up suddenly and took off the shaving blade from the toilet.
Mo Yan walked to the bed and reached out to touch the cold body of the little dirty cat.
Her fur was no longer as soft and warm as before, and Mo Yan could only feel the biting cold in his hands.
Mo Yan stroked the little dirty cat's body as usual.
Some of the blood stains have become caked and the hair is not smooth.
Nanjia's hair is usually smooth. She loves beauty so much that she dresses herself beautifully every day.
She definitely didn’t like the sight of blood on her body and unkempt hair.
Mo Yan put the blade aside and went downstairs to get her hair comb.
Steward Wang returned home after searching around and saw Mo Yan walking upstairs like a zombie.
Butler Wang was a little worried about Mo Yan's mental state. He changed his shoes and prepared to comfort Mo Yan.
Mo Yan upstairs took out his needle and thread and sewed up the little dirty cat's body bit by bit.
Nothing less, otherwise she will be angry. She will puff out her face, stare at her eyes and say unhappily: "I don't want to be a disabled cat."
Thinking of her smart voice and smile, Mo Yan's eyes became blurry.
He still couldn't hold it back, tears fell drop by drop.
(End of this chapter)