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Chapter 16 The Cat's Revenge Part [-]
Ning Ning hopes not to work overtime: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Youyou dreams of making a fortune:?

Mumu wants to have a meow:?
Xiao Yining clicked on the phone, and told about the incident that made her so angry.

Ning Ning hopes not to work overtime: Damn, if I have no professional ethics, I will give him a reverse amulet so that he will be rewarded quickly!
The other two girlfriends who were also cat slaves were also shocked.Miyou took the lead in breaking out.

Youyou dreams of making a fortune: Why is there such a person?He should have hired someone to catch those stray cats and free-range cats, right?Oh my god, all the cats here won't be caught, right?
Gong Jiamu, who has dreamed of having a cat for many years and just got his wish this year, even issued a series of soul questions——

Mumu wants to have a meow:?Now that there are so many artificial furs, the quality is beautiful and warm, and everything is not bad. Why do people still use real fur?And cats are not suitable for this, right?Are you sick? !
Just listening to the description, Gong Jiamu felt a little nauseous when he thought of a group of cute furry being ruthlessly skinned, and they were even alive.

Mumu wants to have a cat: Why do some human beings always make me feel cruel beyond imagination!
After putting down the phone, Gong Jiamu couldn't recover from his depressed mood for a long time.

She is actually a very sensitive girl who is easy to empathize with, but her emotional digestion ability is not good, it is okay when she is happy, but once she empathizes with something unpleasant, she will always feel uncomfortable for a long time.So she usually prefers to act faster than her brain, and it's over if she goes up with her intuition.It may be this kind of subconscious self-protection that made Gong Jiamu develop his current straightforward personality over time.

Xiao Yining once commented on Gong Jiamu: "The horoscope is as strong as the head, and the fate is as hard as the character."

Because of a bad mood, Gong Jiamu rolled on the bed for a long time and was still flustered. He took out his mobile phone and played two games, and the wild row knelt down again.After losing five stars in anger, Gong Jiamu threw away the phone depressed.

"Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

She buried her head and didn't see it. On the other half of the pillow she didn't touch, two side-by-side depressions suddenly appeared - as if an invisible cat jumped to her side, tilted its head, curiously looked at her worriedly.

The dent on the pillow stayed for a few seconds, and then slowly returned to its original shape.

Zhao Shan frowned and walked on the way home, carrying a half-sized plastic bag in his hand, and several cold medicine boxes rattled in the bag as he shook his hands as he walked.

The sound seemed to annoy him even more. He gripped the bag tightly and tried to stuff the pill boxes into his pocket, but failed.He simply stopped, took out the medicine boxes one by one on the street, unwrapped them, stuffed the boards of capsules and oral liquid bottles into his pocket, and threw the empty medicine boxes and plastic bags away.

A gust of wind blew over the fluffy plastic bags, and the medicine boxes rolled all over the floor.Zhao Shan frowned and kicked forward, trying to kick the medicine box away.

Like a coincidence, or something was deliberately playing tricks, the medicine box rolled away with the wind before he kicked it.Not only did Zhao Shan fail to kick, but he almost lost his waist because he was exhausted.

He opened his mouth to swear, but Feng slapped him down without knowing it, and Zhao Shan couldn't help coughing twice.

"X's." Zhao Shan cursed angrily, and spat on the ground, his originally fat and kind face turned ferocious like a ghost at this moment.

Zhao Shan returned home with the medicine.

Qin Wanhong had just put the child to sleep, and came out of the house, saw Zhao Shan took out the pills from his pocket to take, and told him in a babbling voice, "Don't take the medicine with cold water, I'll pour some warm water for you."

"No, I'm done eating." Zhao Shan swallowed the medicine in one gulp with the cold water on the table.

Qin Wanhong let out an "ah" and didn't stop her.Seeing that he had already swallowed, Qin Wanhong sighed: "Why are you in such a hurry. What medicine did you buy? Where is the instruction manual?"

Zhao Shan said impatiently: "Every time I catch a cold, I eat this. What instructions do I need? Throw it on the road."

Qin Wanhong hesitated to speak, thought for a while, and sat next to Zhao Shan: "Shanzi, tell mom the truth, what is going on with your business?"

It's good that she didn't mention this, but when it was mentioned, Zhao Shan became very angry.

"Why do you care about this? I earned the money back, and if I don't steal or rob, I won't break the law! I can't control my legal business!"

Qin Wanhong wanted to persuade: "Master Ke Xiao said..."

Zhao Shan was full of disdain: "You can pull it down, she is a liar."

Zhao Shan stood up and waved his hands to leave. Seeing Qin Wanhong sitting there with an uncomfortable expression on his face, after all, he was his own mother. He hesitated for a moment, then sat back and said, "My own mother, think about it, how can there be such a young woman?" Master? She ordered my business with you first, and made you believe her. But mom, think, what am I doing, I broadcast live every day, and you can find out by just asking around!"

Seeing Qin Wanhong start to think, Zhao Shan made persistent efforts: "Then she said it was a big matter, she couldn't handle it and didn't want to. Look, isn't this just waiting for you to beg her? Waiting for you to beg hard, promise to give After this and that, no matter how difficult she is, you see, is it such a routine?"

Qin Wanhong shook her head: "But, Shanzi, Qiuqiu's face..."

"Didn't the doctor say it all! That's allergic purpura!" Zhao Shan said earnestly: "Mom, we have to believe in science. Qiuqiu is my son. Don't I feel bad for suffering so much at a young age? I can't do business well. Earn money so that you can treat Qiuqiu. But is the business so easy to do? You see, I have a cold today, so my wife has to take care of it for me.”

Seeing that Qin Wanhong was getting more and more shaken, Zhao Shan simply acted miserably, with a bitter face: "Mother, you can feel sorry for your son. If I wasn't tired, my body wouldn't be so easy to catch a cold." He gestured Describing the prospect for Qin Wanhong: "You can help me take good care of Qiuqiu so that I can earn money. With money, Qiuqiu can treat diseases well. With money, I can have a second child with my wife. Give you a little padded jacket and let me bring it for you. You, just take good care of the rear for me, and don’t believe in those gods and ghosts to make things difficult for me.”

Qin Wanhong chuckled: "That's fine. You can count Shanzi yourself." She still couldn't help adding: "You listen to my mother's advice, you can't do things that kill people and kill people without conscience."

Seeing that it made the old lady laugh, Zhao Shan's heart relaxed, and he slapped his thigh with excellent singing and singing and raised his volume: "Oh, I'm wronged! Is your son like that? Don't worry, those fur coats of mine , I bought all the goods, and I didn't touch anything myself."

"That's fine, then you can go back to the house and rest. Mom will cook some ginger syrup for you. After you drink it, you will sweat and sleep and catch a cold and you will be fine."

After persuading Qin Wanhong, Zhao Shan went back to the house happily and lay down on the bed. After a while, there was a loud snoring sound.

Accompanied by his snoring, the curtains in his room were windless and automatic, as if something passed by quietly.

The top of the high wardrobe in Zhao Shan’s room is covered with dust. Among the dust, there are a few small paw prints, as if an animal once squatted here, staring at the humans below with its cold eyes .If someone can see it, they will suddenly realize that it is the eyes of hunters.

(End of this chapter)