am i a devil

In this way, the old cat, under the multiple temptations of canned cat food, cat climbing frame and catnip, inevitably moved into Wang Mo and Xun Ying's new home.

And when he had nothing to do, he went to wander around the door of the puppet cat opposite the house, making himself fascinated like the tragic hero Romeo.

That day, the old cat had just climbed up the windows of other people's houses, and when he was walking back, he saw Wang Mo returning home belatedly.

He is very busy with his job now, and he has to go to the company almost every day, mainly taking physique and acting classes, because it is said that his manager, Sister Li, is helping him to win a project. It will also hinder others, and if you don't talk about it, you will be ridiculous, and you will be very passive at that time.

So Sister Li has been very strict with Wang Mo these days, like the head teacher of the third year of high school, who is giving orders every day, and it is impossible to call it quits early.

"You're back little brother."

The old cat saw Wang Mo coming back, so he jumped over to say hello.

"Hey, brother cat." Wang Mo nodded towards the old cat.

Although the relationship between him and Xun Ying has undergone some subtle changes, Wang Mo still treats the old cat like an old brother, and is still very polite when he sees him.

"Have you eaten yet? Let's play with my brother." The old cat proposed an invitation to Wang Mo.

"Okay, when I go back to clean up, I'll come and find you." Wang Mo thought for a while and said.

"Wait for you." The old cat nodded.

So Wang Mo bid farewell to the old cat, then went upstairs and returned to his room, washed up briefly, and changed his clothes.

Recently, he is not as unaccustomed to the black super mask as before, but after wearing a mask for a long time, his skin full of collagen always wants to enjoy the refreshing feeling of being washed with warm water.

Wang Mo thinks that the current house is good everywhere, but there is only one downside, that is, the privacy is too good.

Not only is the privacy of the neighbors whom you don't know very good, but even people who live under the same roof have to stay in the lobby on the first floor, making it difficult to meet each other.

Just like now, if Wang Mo doesn't knock on Xun Ying's door, or if Xun Ying doesn't come to knock on Wang Mo's door, although theoretically they live together, in fact, the straight-line distance between them is much shorter than many people who live in the same place. The stranger in the apartment is far more distant.

One of them lives on the first floor and the other lives on the second floor.

Wang Mo was out of his mind for a while, and then he was going to go to the yard to find the old cat to have a string.

In contrast, the garden of the villa is a relatively open place, where the old cat lives, so Wang Mo may not meet Xun Ying when he returns home every day, but he can meet the old cat every time.

Wang Mo was about to go out when he suddenly remembered that the old cat sometimes drank two cups when he licked the skewers. If he wanted to drink today, he might have to fall asleep when he came back. After all, this experience is equivalent to that of his ancestors. Compared with my old cat, Wang Mo's drinking capacity is really like a quail.

So Wang Mo took out a notebook from the drawer of the workbench, and wrote something casually on it.

Wang Mo has recently added a habit of keeping a diary. When there is nothing to do, he will write two strokes on it, and then lock the diary, making it mysterious like a second-year student.

Right now, he had just finished writing his diary and put the notebook away when he heard a knock on the door.

"Please come in." Wang Mo said quickly.

Then he saw the old cat carrying a few skewers of grilled fish, grilled shrimp, grilled leeks and so on, and holding two bottles of beer in the other hand, wandering in like an acrobat.

Wang Mo quickly took what was in Lao Mao's hand and placed it on the coffee table in the living room.

"I waited for you for a long time, so I baked it myself and came up to find you." The grumpy old cat said.

"I'm sorry Brother Cat, I kept you waiting." Wang Mo laughed.

"It's easy to say, let's go together," the old cat said, picked up a bottle of beer, and made a toast gesture to Wang Mo.

Wang Mo also picked up the bottle of beer in a similar manner, touched the old cat, and then blew on the bottle.

After the two drank for a while, Wang Mo was already dazed by the old cat, so he hung up the exemption card, indicating that he could not drink any more.

"Have another cup, brother." The old cat gave Wang Mo a bunch of grilled fish, and then persuaded.

"It seems that one bottle is already my limit." Wang Mo's little face was flushed from drinking, and it seemed that he really couldn't drink it.

"Okay, let's eat and drink enough, let's talk about life and ideals." Lao Mao seized the opportunity very keenly.

"Hi, let's talk." Wang Mo hiccupped, then nodded.

"How is the progress between you and Xun Ying?" the old cat said with eyebrows all over his face.

"It seems that there is no chance to meet each other these days." Wang Mo thought for a while and said.

Old cat: "..."

"Please also, take the initiative."

The old cat's tone was as if there was a marriageable age in the family, but he was concerned about the daughter's resentful parents who had no interest in marriage and love.

Wang Mo: "..."

"Then tell me, how do you feel about Xun Ying?" the old cat asked persistently.

"It feels pretty good." Wang Mo thought for a while and said.

"It's good, then you can get closer to him." The old cat said.

"Actually, I think I'm very close to him, but this doesn't mean anything, isn't brotherhood the same feeling?" Wang Mo asked back.

"Of course it's different. Oh, you said you're not young anymore, why don't you keep getting better at it?" the old cat said bitterly.

"Let me tell you straight, if you want to know whether you can develop into a couple with someone, just imagine the two of you standing together, surrounded by rose petals, do you think it is very beautiful, can you Accept." The old cat said, intertwining his hands to look like a girl praying, his eyes flashing the style of 80s girl comics in the last century.

Wang Mo seriously imagined himself standing with Xun Ying, with rose petals floating around him, and he thought it was okay.

"I don't feel repulsed by this," Wang Mo replied honestly, "Because Xun Ying is already very good-looking, and any kind of painting style will not be very shocking."

The old cat thought for a while, and then said decisively, "Then you change someone else, replace Xun Ying next to you, for example..."

The old cat looked around, then pointed to himself: "Me!"

Wang Mo stared at the old cat's uncle's face for a few seconds, and then ran into the bathroom covering his mouth. After a while, there was the sound of vomiting.