Paranoid villains always go crazy [Quick Transmigration]

After a while, the bodyguards and servants packed up and left, and the bedroom returned to calm.

Lin Jinran released the little black cat and sat back on the sofa by himself.

Although he doesn't dislike small animals, he can't say he likes them too much. His heart is already cold enough, and there is no extra soft space for these fragile and clingy little pets.

It may be just a coincidence that the black cat scratched Lin Er tonight, and maybe one day in the future, the wounding claws will also be aimed at him.

The touch of the soft fur was vaguely left on the fingertips, and Lin Jinran thought of the hexagram image of Taoist Yi Chan, thoughtfully.

Are black cats really spiritual?

Qiu Luo, who had regained his freedom, did not leave right away, but rushed to the desk in twos and sat down next to the edge of the desk, as if he was very interested in their conversation.

Secretary Chen looked at the strange sitting posture of the black cat, opened his mouth in surprise, and remained silent for a while. Qiu Luo sensed something was wrong, and immediately put down Erlang's legs, squatting obediently like a normal cat.

Secretary Chen then looked away.

"Mr. Lin, Erye Lin's behavior tonight is very unusual. He used to be cautious. Do you want to kick him out of the board of directors?"

Lin Jinran picked up the Braille book again, ran his fingers over every raised dot on the page, and said lightly: "Just test me. He still holds 10% of the shares in his hand. It's too cheap to drive him out now." He's gone, it's still useful to keep him."

Secretary Chen responded, and then talked about the newly issued shares of the group's subsidiaries.

Qiu Luo immediately pricked up his ears and took note of it. This was important inside news, and even he, the second young master, didn't know about it before he entered the group's decision-making level.

But on second thought, he has become a cat and has no money, so what's the use of knowing which stocks will go up?

Qiu Luo's raised ears fell flat in an instant, and her tail swept back and forth listlessly on the desk.

Soon, it found a fun activity to pass the time.

The electronic learning dictionary that Lin Jinran used to learn Braille is still on. Press the corresponding Braille, and the dictionary will be read out in mechanical Mandarin.

Qiu Luo couldn't understand those polka dot symbols, so she reached out her claws curiously and flicked them casually.

Secretary Chen: "Next week's schedule is empty, you plan to go..."

"Raising pigs."

Secretary Chen choked on the saliva and ignored the kitten playing.

Lin Jinran was silent for a moment, and said, "Just leave it alone."

"naughty."

Lin Jinran: "..."

Secretary Chen ignored the electronic sound of the tablet machine, and said again:

"The doctor said that relaxing in the wild in the past will help restore your eyesight, so it's better to take time to go to the countryside..."

"Field battle."

Secretary Chen couldn't bear it anymore and lifted the little black cat away from the electronic dictionary, thinking that the dictionary was no longer available, and the contents were all messed up.

After a while, the servant came in with a cotton candy-shaped cat house. There was a small door that could be closed, revealing only an arc-shaped gap.

Secretary Chen ordered her to put it in the corner, and casually said to Qiu Luo, "Boss Lin doesn't like making noise, so you can sleep there at night and don't run around."

Qiu Luo stared at the cat house, afraid that she was going to suffocate herself, and became even more angry.

With a flick of its tail, it happened to hit the volume knob of the electronic dictionary, and an amplified electronic voice resounded: "Damn!"

The corners of Secretary Chen's eyes twitched: Didn't this cat do it on purpose?

Even Lin Jinran couldn't help casting a "glance" at it.

The maid looked at the little black cat secretly, and summoned up her courage to ask, "Sir, what's the name of this cat?"

Lin Jinran didn't even think about it: "Just call me a cat."

Qiu Luo, who got a new name, choked on the plane's ear, speechless: "..."

Come on, you win.

After setting up the cat house, the servant put a pair of mahogany trays on the desk: "Sir, it's time to take the medicine for tonight."

Qiu Luo saw a cup of warm water, two capsules, and a bowl of boiled traditional Chinese medicine emitting an unpleasant smell above.

The smell was too strong, Lin Jinran's brows sank, revealing a hint of disgust.

The servant looked nervously at his words, the master's temper was not good, especially when he was taking medicine.

Since Lin Jinran became blind, most of the daily documents that need to be processed have been handled by Secretary Chen and several other subordinates. Even so, there are still countless things waiting for him to handle personally.

What's more, he is a suspicious man from the bottom of his heart. Even if he can't see the documents that have been processed by others, he has to listen to them before he can rest assured.

If it weren't for the hospital's examination to be normal, Lin Jinran even suspected that his eyes were poisoned by the people around him.

The busier you are, the more tired you will be, and your health will wear off day by day, thus creating a vicious circle.

But he didn't say anything, and skillfully fumbled for the capsules and medicine bowls, and took them one by one.

After Secretary Chen and the servant left the bedroom one after another, they stuffed Qiu Luo into the cat house before leaving.

The unique bitter smell of Chinese herbal medicine permeated the room, Lin Jinran's stomach twitched for a while, nausea surged up, he covered his mouth and coughed heavily, and an unhealthy blush appeared on his cheeks.

The clock is past midnight now.

When the servant left, he turned off the light in the bedroom, and the room was dark except for the hazy moonlight streaming on the floor.

In the dead of night, loneliness and emptiness come overwhelming.

Lin Jinran gently stroked the edge of his eyelids, his eyes turned dark red from coughing, maybe he was really tired.

There was a muffled sound across the mahogany desk, and a bowl of hot pear soup was attached to the back of his hand.

Qiu Luo flicked the soup spoon with his paw, and then pushed the soup bowl towards the other side.

Lin Jinran raised his eyebrows lightly. Does this mean to tell him to drink pear soup?

He doesn't really believe in Yizen Taoist gods and ghosts, but this cat does give him a special feeling.

Lin Jinran picked up the spoon and took a sip. The temperature was just right, neither too hot nor too cold. The refreshing pear soup nourished the lungs, and the sweetness calmed people down.

Spoon after spoon, he drank more than half of a bowl of pear soup.

Suddenly, a pair of fluffy cat claws climbed onto his hand holding the bowl, and pulled hard towards his arms.

Lin Jinran: "?"

"Mi." Don't eat alone!

Qiu Luo snorted displeasedly, then picked up the bowl and buried her head in it.

Lin Jinran: "..." Feelings are too heavy to handle?

Never pretend that your pet is caring for you.

When Lin Jinran was lying on the bed, a small piece sank on the other side of the big bed.

As if to bully him, a blind man who has no power to restrain the chicken, the little black cat only occupied the corner of the bed at first, then got into the middle of the bed after a while, and then boldly occupied the pillow.

Finally, the large characters were spread out, and Da Lala was lying next to Lin Jinran, the "master", even tearing off a corner of the quilt to cover himself.

The sleeping ingredients in the capsule started to take effect, and Lin Jinran really didn't have the energy to discipline this overly bold wild cat.

Before falling asleep, one last thought flashed through his mind, how did the cat escape from the cat room and the cat house?

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The next day, the sky was bright.

Lin Jinran woke up alive surrounded by furry.

Half of his head was held in the arms of the little black cat, his forehead was stuck to the soft fur belly, and his nose was kicked by the cat's back foot from time to time, which made his forehead sweat from the heat.

With a gloomy face, Lin Jinran touched the nape of the cat's neck, and lifted Qiu Luo up with a low voice, full of fear: "Go back to your cat's bed and sleep."

Qiu Luo, whose dream was suddenly shattered, blinked blankly: "Oh?"

Have breakfast?

If someone else saw Lin Jinran's face, he would have been trembling with fear, but Qiuluo was no one else. He even stretched out his paw and patted the top of Lin Jinran's head, like a brother coaxing an awkward furry boy.

Then, with a flick of his hair, he broke free from the opponent's hand, rolled on the spot, got into the warm blanket, and fell asleep happily.

By the way, he stretched his legs and kicked the other party, indicating that he should not forget to call him when he had breakfast.

"..." Lin Jinran pursed her lips silently, not knowing what to do with it.

Forget it, getting angry with pets is just plain stupid.

Lin Jinran followed Qiu Luo's slight breathing and groped for the fur of the black cat. He stroked it all the way down, the warm body temperature under his palm, and the fur was smooth and delicate.

Lin Jinran touched the cat's soft abdomen, which is a vital part that animals never show easily.

But Qiu Luo didn't respond at all, and even turned over and let him rub her belly.

Is it trusting yourself wholeheartedly?

Lin Jinran suddenly felt a long-lost peace, and the anxiety and despair that had been eaten by the darkness seemed to be comforted.

At least at this moment, there is a cat by his side.

Not long after, the maid knocked on the door on time, and after getting permission, she pushed the dining car into the room.

Seeing the little black cat sleeping on the owner's bed, the maid opened her mouth in shock: "Sir, the cat...do you want to take it back to the cat house?"

Lin Jinran: "No, just let it go."

The maid was even more shocked. She silently served the breakfast and handed the bowls and chopsticks to the master.

"Meow~" It smells so good!

Qiu Luo sniffed the aroma of the rice and straightened up from under the quilt, grabbed the edge of the dining table with both front paws, and swished her tail back and forth.

The amber cat's eyes were wide open, and the eyes followed the spoon in Lin Jinran's right hand back and forth.

"Meow!" It's share!

The maid held back her smile, opened the prepared high-grade cat food, poured it on the porcelain plate in front of it, and coaxed: "Cat, eat quickly, it's delicious."

Qiu Luo didn't care that her name had evolved from "cat" to "maomao".

It glanced at the canned cat food in disgust, then stared intently at the tender beef cubes and white soft thornless cod on Lin Jinran's dinner plate.

Lin Jinran chewed his food slowly, and his movements were graceful and slow.

Qiu Luo stared at him for a while, then moved closer to him, and then moved closer, tentatively stretching out his sinful claws towards the meat on the opponent's plate.

It showed its sharp nails, pierced a small piece of beef, and quickly pulled it to its own plate.

The whole criminal process was silent and the methods were sophisticated. It can be seen that he had done many bad things.

The maid who saw the whole process was so shocked that her eyes almost fell out, she covered her mouth and didn't know whether to make a sound or not.

How dare this cat openly bully the head of the family and eat it blindly? !

After succeeding one after another, Qiu Luo looked at the half of the meat on the other party's plate, and was a little embarrassed to reach out again, but his stomach was not full yet.

"Gulu..." The black cat's stomach groaned very appropriately.

After a fierce ideological struggle, Qiu Luo stretched out her claws to the dinner plate again—the last piece!

Just at this time, a palm accurately landed on the cat's head and touched it lightly.

Qiu Luo slapped her paw, oops, was discovered?

Suddenly there was a low and magnetic chuckle above his head, with a soothing and gentle tone: "Let the kitchen bring another plate of meat."