Under the predecessor's cat curse GL

It can be said that he lived in the courtyard for a few days, so he felt a little bit emotional when he returned home, but this was only limited to opening the door and seeing Xia Shuang's things posted all over the room.

In a good home, the black and white letters pasted on the four walls are like butterflies that are constantly flying, and they are all posted at a lower position—that is, where He Dongyang can just see.

Such an obvious expression shows that these things are specially for He Dongyang to see.

Sitting in the cage, He Dongyang glanced at the one by the door. The title on it was "Cats Can't Eat Chocolate", and the rest were causes, symptoms, treatment methods and so on.

Isn't this serious and considerate approach a joke?

Glancing at the others, He Dongyang concluded that all the posts were tips on how to avoid her sudden death and how to protect her.

He Dongyang was not moved in his heart, and even felt ashamed, so he posted it as soon as he posted it, can he not be completely black, isn't he a painter, at least some oil paintings, these are not warm and cute at all.

I don't know what kind of evil Xia Shuang has fallen into. It's fortunate that He Dongyang can read and write such a painstakingly arranged scene.

The two stayed at the door for a while, and Xia Shuang had been waiting for He Dongyang's reaction. When she first saw her looking around, she was still a little happy.

Her cat knows who these are for, and it's worth her pains.

After this incident, Xia Shuang realized that she didn't take enough care of the cat. After all, it was something she picked up. Being responsible for this life is a basic requirement.

Knowing that her wishes were accepted, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of Xia Shuang's mouth, she gently put the cat on the ground, and patted He Dongyang's head in a good-tempered manner.

He Dongyang had the illusion that she was going to stew himself in the next moment, and the tender touch became creepy.

"Meow."

With a perfunctory cry, He Dongyang lazily climbed onto the sofa, then turned his head to look at Xia Shuang.

Xia Shuang said: "You rest."

There are no other orders.

Feeling bored, He Dongyang yawned, touched his face and lay down, squinting his eyes.

Xia Shuang sat on the opposite sofa, crossed her long legs, took out her phone from her pocket, but didn't say anything for a long time.

The room was extremely quiet, and He Dongyang could hear her own breathing very clearly. She kept watching Xia Shuang, wondering what she was going to do.

About five or six minutes later, Xia Shuang took a deep breath and made the call firmly.

Her pupils dodged in all directions, as if she couldn't find a place, and then, she tightened her lips, and lowered her head in disappointment.

He Dongyang heard it clearly just now, the phone Xia Shuang dialed was turned off, and she almost felt lonely when she heard the first word, until she automatically hung up the phone, the frozen picture still remained unchanged for a long time.

She called He Dongyang, and He Dongyang naturally knew that he was the one who made Xia Shuang down.

He Dongyang thought in a daze, if she hadn't turned into a cat, wouldn't the long-standing conflict have been solved by itself?

Face didn't seem to be that important, He Dongyang gritted his teeth nervously, lingering in her mind for a long time, she made a decision.

Nose "Puff" hot, He Dongyang licked his mouth and opened his mouth: "Shuang, then..."

"Mr. Xia, I'm sorry, I've been bothering you lately. I don't really understand something. Can you explain it to me?"

The voice played suddenly interrupted He Dongyang's confession. There was no such accident. At this time, Xia Shuang should have stared at her in shock, thinking that the cat and herself were crazy.

The courage he had finally mustered up was punctured unexpectedly, He Dongyang's face turned dark, Lin Xin was everywhere.

What does she want to do? Can't she figure out what she doesn't know? She keeps disturbing others. Doesn't Xia Shuang have a private life?

It's clear that he is interested in Xia Shuang, and I'm afraid it's not just that, they even went to the cafe that day and gave him gifts.

He Dongyang sneered in his heart, even after returning from the gate of hell, he would still be troubled by these troubles.She looked up at Xia Shuang, wondering how this lonely person who was dating another girl and couldn't get through to his ex's phone at the same time reacted at this time.

Under the gaze of a cat, Xia Shuang replied: "Think about it yourself, and ask me if there is anything you don't understand."

This kind of answer is not a standard answer in He Dongyang's mind, because Xia Shuang is speaking, typing is enough, and she still needs to speak.

What He Dongyang didn't notice was that the corners of her mouth were involuntarily raised at the moment, showing a cute arc, and even her eyes were bent, clearly showing a very satisfied look.

After getting Xia Shuang's answer, Lin Xin said that she would think more about it, and if she still couldn't do it, she would ask Xia Shuang again.

Rejecting Lin Xin, Xia Shuang put a piece of paper that was about to fly, and went to the studio.

"Couldn't this woman go to stay somewhere other than the studio?"

He Dongyang whispered behind her, the cat's mouth kept babbling non-stop.

Xia Shuang touched the doorknob and turned her head suddenly. He Dongyang froze in place, as if he had been given a body-holding spell.

It was probably just the cat barking. Xia Shuang looked around the room and opened the door only after making sure there was nothing harmful to the cat.

In fact, without Xia Shuang's examination, apart from improving her memory, what He Dongyang wants to do is to restore her body as soon as possible. First of all, she must obtain a normal digestive system, which is extremely important at present.

Secondly, she has a novel that has been delayed for a month and has not been finished. According to the current speed, when will the temperature of "The Temperature A Billion Meters Away" be put on the agenda.

He Dongyang went through the things to do in his mind, and found that there were a lot of things, and her mood plummeted. She couldn't help wondering, does she really have so many things to do?

Could it be that I was thinking too much...

Xia Shuang was in the studio, and she couldn't do anything with braised pork belly. He Dongyang gently pulled out the phone from the crack of the sofa. After being familiar with it for so long, she was used to this method of operation.

Turning off the phone means almost no power consumption. He Dongyang turned on the phone beautifully. Despite preparations, Xia Shuang's missed call still pierced into her body like a thorn.

hurts a little.

After sorting out her mood, He Dongyang dug out the draft of the novel from the messy folder. She hadn't written it for a long time, and she basically forgot the plot, and now she has to read it again.

Serious people are the most attractive, even if it is a cat that wags its tail sometimes.

Xia Shuang is in the studio, and He Dongyang is pondering over the novel. At first glance, this pattern is similar to that of the past six months, but there are some subtle differences.

At least, the atmosphere in the room was no longer dull. While He Dongyang was concentrating on his own affairs, he was also thinking about what Xia Shuang was painting at the moment.

Speaking of which, for a long time, He Dongyang didn't read Xia Shuang's paintings. After reading a few chapters of the novel, He Dongyang's interest moved to other places.

Today she is a rare actionist, she does whatever comes to her mind, immediately hides her phone, and sneaks into Xia Shuang's studio shaking her head.

The room next to the studio was where He Dongyang lived before. Now that he thought about it, He Dongyang didn't even take a good look at Xia Shuang in such a close location.

Shaking his head helplessly, He Dongyang just stood there, looking at Xia Shuang carefully, but he had to admit that Xia Shuang's appearance moved her the most.

Unlike a beauty completely covered with frost, Xia Shuang's outline is soft and beautiful, her eyes are bright, and from the tip of her nose to her lower lip, He Dongyang can't help but sink into it when she looks carefully.

I remember the first time I was on the big bed, just a simple casual glance, the temperature of He Dongyang's palm couldn't be controlled and it became hot.

Xia Shuang, who has no bad ideas, can be called beautiful, just like a nine-day fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world.It's a pity that although Xia Shuang speaks little and doesn't like to get close to others on the surface, she is a person with rich psychological activities after all.

If she suddenly raises her eyes and laughs silently, it will basically be He Dongyang who is closest to her who will suffer.

Also, when Xia Shuang and He Dongyang quarreled, neither of them looked like mature adults, and it was obvious that they had turned into cats by cursing each other.

He Dongyang observed Xia Shuang's movements, and chose a comfortable place to squat down. Xia Shuang had already noticed her coming in, and seeing that she was safe, she didn't intend to chase her away.

Moreover, this feeling of being looked at is very familiar, inexplicably making people feel [-]% warm, maybe this is what they often say, the benefit of having a pet.

Time passed by Xia Shuang's pen, and also passed by He Dongyang's eyes. This quiet atmosphere ended for two hours. During this period, He Dongyang squinted.

Jinwu is to the west, and the afterglow is thousands of miles away.

He Dongyang arched her body and stretched, her fragile little bones cracked, He Dongyang hurriedly checked for any sprains, but in the blink of an eye, she saw Xia Shuang's painting.

Maybe both of them remember that when they met in the rain for the first time, He Dongyang wore a floral dress with a combination of earth and foreign colors, the kind of nude color base with light yellow vine flowers, it is hard to forget after seeing it.

The painting in front of him presented He Dongyang with a bittersweet scene. In the painting, a young woman held a pile of manuscripts on her head. The torrential rain drenched her long black hair and the manuscripts on top of her head. .

Very embarrassed.

Here, He Dongyang was jogging with his head bowed, with drops of water hanging on his ruddy lips, these details could only be seen from Xia Shuang's perspective.

He Dongyang felt as if he had traveled to the time when he first met. While she was running, she was amazed to the bottom of her heart by the person hiding from the rain under the eaves.

It doesn't matter if you say it's love at first sight, or you don't deny it when you see it, in short, it's true that they are attracted to each other.

The cat next to her was fascinated by the painting, and Xia Shuang felt exhausted again. She put down the brush, sat on the bench weakly, looked at the painting by her hand for a long time with no expression on her face, and walked slowly to the window .

The current He Dongyang saw the scenery in front of her, but could feel Xia Shuang's depression. He Dongyang seemed to be able to see Xia Shuang lying on the clear water, and there was nothing around her.

If he hadn't seen Xia Shuang at this moment, and stayed by his side, He Dongyang's mood would probably be the same.

After returning from the hospital, He Dongyang felt that she had become much gentler. She walked lightly to Xia Shuang's feet, and hugged Xia Shuang's ankle with her furry hands.