Husband, Please Stop Flirting

Feng ChuChu rubbed his cheek against the face of the kitten who couldn't meow, and sincerely said thank you to the kitten in his heart.

The Si Yeqing who came to see the wind holding a cat covered with blood.

"Are you all right?" Si Yeqing asked with concern.

Feng ChuChu raised her crying red eyes and said, "kitten, it... It died to stop the bullet for me."

Si Yeqing hugged Feng ChuChu and said softly, "well, don't cry, don't cry."

The police followed the wind and learned about the situation, but the state of the wind at this time is really not suitable to ask any questions. The wind buried the kitten in the park.

When he got home, the wind was still depressed. Andy took Si Yeqing's hand and asked, "Mom, what's the matter?"

Si Yeqing makes a hissing gesture to Andy. Andy doesn't understand and looks at Si Yeqing, but he is still quiet. No one bothers him that night. The wind is clear.

The next day, Feng ChuChu bought saplings and planted a tree in front of the kitten's grave as the kitten's tombstone.

"Mom, was the kitten that saved you yesterday buried here?" Andy asked.

The wind touched Andy's small head everywhere and said, "yes, so Andy, we must treat small animals well in the future. Animals are spiritual and sometimes more human than people."

Andy nodded vaguely, then bowed to the sapling and said sincerely, "kitty, thank you for saving my mother."

The wind gently moved the leaves, as if Kitty was answering Andy's words.

On the other side, Locke, who ran away, was also hurt on his shoulder. He lay in a dark alley and thought that Feng ChuChu was really lucky. He couldn't kill Feng ChuChu at any time.

Just like this time, seeing that Feng ChuChu was dying, a cat came out of nowhere and saved Feng ChuChu's life.

Feng ChuChu's luck made Locke feel afraid, and there was a faint intuition in his heart that he could not kill Feng ChuChu in his life. Not only he, but everyone should be able to kill Feng ChuChu.

Thinking of Locke, he fainted. Vaguely, it seemed that someone was calling him to send him to the hospital. He subconsciously took out the gun in his arms, pointed at the man and said, don't send him to the hospital. He didn't know what happened later.

Feng ChuChu later met a stray cat on the street several times. Each time, he thought he saw the kitten that saved her.

After returning to the store, Feng ChuChu asked the workers to redecorate the store. She wanted to turn it into a cat coffee and give those stray cats a home.

Feng ChuChu has discussed this idea with Si Yeqing. Si Yeqing agrees very much, but there are many forehead germs on stray cats, and they haven't been vaccinated.

Feng ChuChu and Si Yeqing paid together to establish a cat and dog rescue station in Beijiang city to adopt those stray cats, and give them physical examination and vaccination.

The windy cat cafe was soon renovated. Windy ordered a lot of special cat climbing racks and recruited more than a dozen clerks.

This is he Xiaofeng, the boy who brought Feng ChuChu a chair. She asked Feng ChuChu if he was short of people and if he could leave here to work.

Feng ChuChu asked why. He Xiaofeng scratched his head and said, "my girlfriend especially likes the flower pulling masters in the coffee shop. I also want to be the one my girlfriend likes."

After hearing this, Feng ChuChu agreed, but he Xiaofeng was an apprentice, so the salary would not be very high. He Xiaofeng said he didn't care.

When Locke woke up, he found himself lying on a very soft bed, full of the smell of sunshine, which made Locke relax.

But he immediately opened his eyes and looked around vigilantly. He saw that the room was not big, only a wardrobe, a small desk, a bed, pink sheets, and a sweet smell in the air, which made Locke realize that it was a girl's room.

Locke looked pale at the messy wound bandaged on his shoulder. He sat up in pain. The bullet should not have been taken out yet. He must take it out as soon as possible, otherwise his arm will be useless.

This was a slight noise from the door of the room. Locke quickly turned down from the bed. Ah Nai, who came in with porridge, was immediately caught by someone, and the porridge in his hand fell to the ground.

"Where is this?" Locke said with a smile.

Locke speaks English. Anei can only understand a few words. Anei says "this is my home" with his only vocabulary

When listening to Chinglish, Locke is also covered with black lines. He was just about to knock anei out, but anei touched the wound on Locke's shoulder because of nervousness.

Locke snorted stiffly. Arnie quickly turned around and asked with concern, "are you okay?"

Locke looked at anei warily. Anei smiled at Locke, "I don't mean you any harm."

Saying this, anei helped Locke to the bed, but Locke still looked at anei very vigilantly. Anei smiled and pointed out to indicate that he wanted to go.

Locke nodded and anei went out. Locke touched the knife he was carrying and slowly followed anei behind him. As long as anei dared to call the police or tell others about him, Locke immediately understood anei.

Anei went into the bathroom, took out his broom, turned around and saw Locke, wondering why he didn't feel Locke at all.

"I'll clean the room," said Arnie.

Locke looked at Arnie's actions and guessed the general, and then gave Arnie the way. Locke's own large number of the room, very small, about forty or fifty square meters, one room and one living room, little furniture, and for a long time, but they were cleaned up very clean and the room was not messy.

Locke sat on the sofa, holding the knife tightly in his hand. After Nai came out, he looked at the cold sweat on Locke's face, frowned and said, "really don't have to go to the hospital, it's the hospital."

"No, prepare me alcohol and fire, or I'll kill you," Locke said with a smile.

Anei looked at Locke in surprise. It turned out that Locke could speak English.

As a killer, Locke must be proficient in demerit recording language, but he learned Chinese six or seven years ago when he met Feng ChuChu.

After all, there was only beer and gas in anei's house. Locke had no choice but to disinfect and preheat the knife, bite his teeth and dig out the bullet with his bare hands.

On one side, ah Nai's tears fell. He quickly wiped the cold sweat for Locke with a towel. Locke fainted in ah Nai's arms because of lack of strength.

When I woke up again, it was the next day. The gauze wrapped around my shoulder looked better than last time. Ah Nai fell asleep at the head of the bed.

This time, Locke has leisure to look at anei. Anei is not particularly beautiful. Anyway, in the eyes of Locke who is used to seeing beautiful women, anei is even ugly and has ordinary facial features.

But when they were combined, they were very patient. Ah Nai's eyelashes trembled. It should be waking up. Locke quickly took back his sight.

Anei slowly raised his head, propped up his arm, narrowed his eyes and looked at Locke vaguely.