Under the predecessor's cat curse GL

This... How does He Dongyang feel like listening to a horror fairy tale?

She looked at the two blackheads with a complicated expression: "Just scare yourself! What you mean is that there is a man who has been following you all the time, and then just to catch and eat you. I didn't say that, although you have grown a little bit recently. Meat, but who would love this skinny? If you are like this, I wonder if there is some blood in you that is about to be awakened. Is it possible that you really have nine lives? Writers of novels dare not write like that."

Da and Da Hei looked extremely wronged in front of her.

He Dongyang patted a cat's head with his paw, and said in a reprimanding tone: "You are not very old, and your thinking is quite complicated. You are not allowed to run around these two days, just under my nose. But, when that woman is at home , no one is allowed to make a sound, not even a sneeze, understand?"

The two kittens are not as smart as she is, thinking that she is turning around to scold them, but she allows them to stay at home.

I really can't figure it out, but it's the boss who speaks in a unique way.

Dahei got out of the panic, and his seven souls and six souls returned to his body: "Then may I ask... why did the boss ask us to come up?"

Speaking of this, He Dongyang's absent-minded feeling dissipated in an instant, and he showed off: "Today, the uncle is in a good mood, what is it called Double Happiness? Linmen specially invites the kid to the house to have a talk. But now it seems that you may have to stay for a few more days .”

The big and small blacks acted as grievances.

"Remember, when you shouldn't make a sound, when you shouldn't appear, you must hide your tracks." After she finished speaking, she sighed softly.

He Dongyang is so happy today, one is that she successfully completed the last task, and the other is that the day after tomorrow is the commemoration of her fifth year with Xia Shuang.

Time flies like a white horse, seeing a lot of time slipping through the fingers, trying to keep it, but it is like fetching water from a bamboo basket.

It's just empty, the key is that when the bamboo basket is brought up, there are some impurities in it. At first glance, it looks like dead branches and leaves, but it is not.

How much clear water does this Wang Qingquan still have?

He Dongyang would boast that he is a strange person, obviously separated, and now she is just an orange cat, but she was happy for a long time because of an anniversary that she couldn't catch.

Then again, although she was talking about black and white, in fact, she felt that these two honest children would not talk nonsense, and asked her to find out what was going on in it.

For the next time, until the afternoon of the day before the anniversary, He Dongyang would deliberately circle the corridors, doing real fishing.

However, according to He Dongyang's own statement, it was because she was too fierce that the frightening person in the legend did not dare to approach.

During this period, something happened. When she was spinning around, she met that junior high school girl again. The girl just saw her wagging tail, and she exploded in the same position as last time.

He Dongyang stood there numbly the whole time, thinking that this time it had nothing to do with her, it was all because of the girl's poor mental quality.

The girl's psychological quality is not bad. When He Dongyang swaggered past her for two or three seconds, that is, when He Dongyang walked to other corridors, she followed secretly for a while.

The roguish appearance makes people laugh, He Dongyang is now a cat after all, and his hearing is extremely sensitive, but he still has to fight her for the third time.

While fishing, she was secretly preparing gifts for the anniversary, so she was very busy.

It's been a long time since he lived such a fulfilling life, He Dongyang was full of laziness, looking at the small objects in front of him like treasures.

It was something about the size of a cat's paw, and in fact, it was a cat's paw—with a miniature brush tucked between the little fingers.

There are also various colors on the brush, all of which are Xia Shuang's favorite, extremely bright colors.

"It's pretty good-looking, and it didn't waste so much of my manuscript fee."

He Dongyang always likes to spend money when giving gifts, and he also likes to think about it. It can be seen from the couple bracelets of the two of them. Unfortunately, He Dongyang's bracelet was lost and has not been found yet.

Xia Shuang went out this morning and is still not at home.

Da and Da Hei took her words as the standard, and they even managed to breathe well in the past few days. It seemed that there were not two more living things in the house, and felt a little horrified for no reason.

It was such a day worth celebrating, even though the sky outside was so gloomy that it was about to fall, the house was especially quiet. He Dongyang was lying on the sofa bored, all kinds of speculations spread from the bottom of his heart.

A rambunctious person like her can still remember the anniversary accurately, so does Xia Shuang remember after being separated for so many days?

On the previous anniversaries, in the first two years, they would celebrate with champagne and go to high-end restaurants to eat steaks. Such a luxurious life, for them who were almost impoverished at that time, seemed like a fairy.

Year after year, I don't know which party has a problem, or both parties have flaws. On the annual anniversary, I just ate a cake at random, which can be regarded as a formality.

For some reason, He Dongyang felt that the fifth anniversary was special to each other, if Xia Shuang remembered it.

But it was getting dark, and the man didn't know which corner he was wandering in. He Dongyang got out of the sofa, his amber eyes gleaming.

She suppressed the growl in her throat, and murmured: "This woman is probably going on a date with someone else, with that child named Lin Xin, hmph, this family still has my aura, and she actually went to someone else. "

Speaking of the latter, He Dongyang's tears were about to fall, showing a pitiful appearance, with two furry paws holding the gift he planned to give Xia Shuang in his arms.

She thought, because it was not convenient for her to show up now, the moment Xia Shuang opened the door, she would quietly put things on the coffee table, pretending that she had been here today.

Waiting is anxious, and a heart is extremely restless.

"Woooo-"

There was a vibration from under He Dongyang's body, which made her fleshy belly tremble, and this feeling continued to her Tianling Gai.

It turned out that she had put the phone under her body and was angry with someone who was not in front of her for a long time, but she forgot about it.

Stepping aside in a hurry, He Dongyang saw that the incoming call was displayed, and a thumping heart immediately rose to his throat.

It was Xia Shuang who called.

It's been a long time since I talked to her, and every time Xia Shuang called her, the phone was turned off, and this time, she must have called with a fluke mentality.

The vibration kept ringing and didn't mean to stop.

Before He Dongyang answered the phone, he coughed several times, cleared his throat, and couldn't help lowering his voice: "Shuang..."

When she made a sound, she startled herself, her hoarseness was as if she had just drank magma.

"Today marks the fifth year."

Xia Shuang said this sentence without beginning or end, her voice was calm, but her breath was very suppressed, as if a breath of foul breath was choking in her throat, He Dongyang felt pain when she heard it.

"I know, so do you want to tell each other happy?"

As soon as the words fell, He Dongyang gave himself a big slap with Mao Mao's paw. It's fine if a dog can't spit out ivory, but it has thorns at critical times.

She cursed in her heart: "Are you a stupid cat?" This so-called is of course herself.

At the beginning, she still hesitated, hesitating because of face.But after so many days of getting along with each other differently, she seemed to feel that this short-term mode was not bad, because Xia Shuang would not deliberately hide her emotions in front of a cat.

Even if he is familiar with her to the core, He Dongyang still wants to see her side that is not easy to show, such as an unflattering habit, such as a cynical expression, or when she wakes up after falling asleep, her eyes are confused s color.

After receiving that sharp answer, Xia Shuang seemed to be choked up, and her emotions for many days almost collapsed: "I ask you, where are you now?"

He Dongyang was asked a cat's head and two big ones, which was actually a very easy question to answer.

"I'm out of town. I'll be back in two days. Do you want to come out and meet?"

"What do you think?"

He Dongyang rolled his eyes to the ceiling, and opened his mouth to talk nonsense. Now that he is out of town, how will he give the gift later?

Why don't you hide it first and deliver it in two days...

He Dongyang turned on the handset on the mobile phone, and began to find a secret place to hide her sweetheart. It jumped to the window and made a lot of noise.

While answering Xia Shuang's words casually, he rummaged around like a thief.

After much deliberation, it was still the safest place under the sofa, He Dongyang hurried back to the sofa and buckled up the cushion desperately.

"Carton boxes, Coke bottles, refrigerators, washing machines, old computers..."

Her head buried in the sofa was taken aback by the loudspeaker of the old man downstairs. This old man is really hardworking. It seems that he is still busy collecting waste when it is going to rain heavily. Why don't we just collect her as well.

The cushion was still heavy, and her strength hadn't grown at all. After buckling it for a long time, her paws hurt, but the cushion still didn't move at all.

"Xia Shuang, are you home now?"

He Dongyang wanted to know how much time she had left to hide things.

Xia Shuang didn't answer her question, she had already walked downstairs, holding a thin cuboid in her left hand, even the packaging was exquisite, formal black, with continuous winding patterns.

The uncle who collected the scraps passed by her, and the horn on the tricycle kept ringing.

Xia Shuang seemed to hear double horns, one of which was of course the tricycle that passed her by, and the other was from the mobile phone.

The careless He Dongyang is not as sharp as her, and after complaining about the uncle, he has nothing to do and continues to mess with her.

Xia Shuang froze on the spot for a long time, then looked up to the tall building, but the girl who used to wave to her at the window was not there.

"Hey, He Dongyang," Xia Shuang held her breath, this time her tone was very certain, not like a question at all, "Where are you now?"