The shit shovel officer knelt down and sang conquest for Ben Meow

Ye Yu walked on the eaves on a catwalk, perhaps because he was white, and the eaves were also white, but no one noticed him for a while.

He was crouching in a corner facing the door like an excellent hunter, his blue pupils were full of sharp light.

Soon his prey appeared.

Situ Ming felt very strange, and wanted to walk towards the cafeteria uncontrollably, as if something was attracting him.

The white soul attached to him smacked his mouth twice secretly, his mission is completed, and the next step is up to Mr. Ye Yu.

Seeing Situ Ming, Ye Yu narrowed his putao-sized eyes slightly, and in the next second his hair all over his body exploded, and he was muttering something. If he had a human form, there would definitely be a sneer on his lips.

Bai Hun controlled Situ Ming and walked towards Mo Miaoyu who was sitting in front of the cafeteria.

At this time, Mo Miaoyu was chatting and laughing with his group of cronies, and for some reason he suddenly felt a resentment rising from the bottom of his heart.

"Let me tell you, that Situ Ming is really not a thing, he just likes to shout at people, who does he think he is?" Mo Miaoyu leaned back on the chair and waved his hand in the air twice.

The person opposite him wanted to agree, but when he looked up and saw the person behind Mo Miaoyu, he froze there.

"Mo... Mo Shao..."

"What are you stuttering about? Situ Ming himself has no talent, so he is jealous of his wife's son. He calls him a lowly son every day, and doesn't even think about his own status." Mo Miaoyu laughed a few times when he said this, "It's just a mistress. Superior."

"No... Mo Shao, you... behind you."

"What's wrong behind me." Mo Miaoyu frowned, just as he turned his head away, he was greeted with a fist.

Mo Miaoyu might as well, his face was crooked.

Situ Ming slapped Mo Miaoyu and was still puzzled, then he punched and kicked Mo Miaoyu, and the white soul suddenly floated out of Mo Miaoyu's body.

Ye Yu, on the other hand, looked indifferently at the two wrestling together not far away.

Mo Miaoyu was not a vegetarian either, Situ Ming beat him like that, he couldn't have fought back, and the two of them soon got into a ball.

Unpleasant insults came out.

Ye Yu snorted coldly and left without looking back. He just gave Mo Miaoyu a psychological hint. If the other party didn't think so, this situation would not have happened at all. After all, the other party is just a duplicitous villain.

As for that Situ Ming is not a good thing, but it is Feng Mo's prey, he does not intend to move, let's use Situ Ming's hand to destroy this insignificant little person today.

Situ Ming was narrow-minded, and Mo Miaoyu scolded him and beat him again. After today, Mo Miaoyu's family's company would never be able to continue.

At the moment Ye Yu left, Feng Mo looked up at the eaves as if he had sensed it, but there was nothing there.

Seeing his perplexed look, Nan An, who had enjoyed watching the play, asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Feng Mo shook his head, took another look at the eaves, and then withdrew his gaze. He always felt that there was something he was familiar with just now, but what was it...

"Tsk, the dog bites the dog's mouth hair." Nan'an looked sympathetic, but there was a playful light in his eyes.

Feng Mo glanced at the two people who had no demeanor, and said, "It's just that Mo Miaoyu's luck is too bad."

It's just too bad, Situ Ming never eats in the cafeteria, but he came here today, and Mo Miaoyu wouldn't say that about Situ Ming usually, but he just said it today, it's not about Mo Miaoyu's bad luck .

"Don't look, I'm going back." Feng Mo stood up with the finished dinner plate, the familiar feeling just now was definitely not his illusion, but he just couldn't remember what it was, it really made him a little bit irritable.

"Tch, you miss your little milk cat so much." Nan'an followed Feng Mo with a plate in one hand, and he yawned lazily, "I haven't seen enough drama yet."

"You can stay here." Feng Mo left without looking back.

Nan An shrugged behind him, raised his heels, and looked up at the eaves at the moment of leaving, a trace of doubt flashed in his amorous peach eyes, and the place he was looking at was exactly where Ye Yu was just now.

"There is a social meeting tonight, do you want to go?" Nan'an said to Feng Mo with his hands behind his head, tilting his head.

"Not interested, I won't go." Feng Mo replied without hesitation.

Nan'an howled, "No, you have to go, many girls are here for you."

"I?"

"That's right." Nan'an moved closer to Feng Mo, "The down-and-out prince, versatile and gentle, madman, you don't know, you are not generally popular among girls."

"The Prince of Despair...?" Feng Mo smiled, "I won't go, and don't call me a lunatic."

"I knew it, but it's a pity that those girls didn't give up and insisted on asking me." Nan An pretended to be helpless and sighed, "I won't go back with you tonight, madman."

Hearing that the other party still called him a lunatic, Feng Mo frowned slightly, but nodded without saying anything.

Ever since he changed his surname, Nan An would call him the nickname Madman from time to time. He asked him why, and the other party said that sooner or later he would do something like a madman.

And he didn't deny it at the time, something like a lunatic...does murder count?

Feng Mo pursed his lips and quickened his pace, the first thing he did when he sat down was to look down on Ye Yu's situation.

Seeing the kitten shrinking itself into a ball of hair and sleeping soundly, his eyes softened unconsciously.

Even a robber will have a piece of pure land in his heart, perhaps his lover, or his relatives.

And the pure land in Feng Mo's heart is the little milk cat in front of him.

Pure, loyal, not betrayal, belonged to him alone.