I woke up with eight tails

That night, on the other side of S City, a certain magnificent villa was brightly lit.

The master of the Qin family was sitting alone in the study, stroking a clean nine-petal lotus-shaped Ru kiln with both hands, his movements were very gentle.

The knock on the door suddenly sounded hastily.

He didn't lift his head: "Come in."

"Master Qin," the visitor looked anxious and spoke quickly, "The Food and Drug Administration has also revoked the license of our pharmaceutical industry! It is said that not only the large number of illegal sales of prescription drugs are related to us, but also the initial supply The license materials are fake, and the police officers are coming to investigate thoroughly!"

Qin Xiang raised his eyes: "Is there a search warrant?"

"Yes—" Before he could finish speaking, the phone rang again, and the man answered it with sweat profusely, his right hand holding the phone was trembling.

The call was brief.

Qin Xiang carefully put down the lotus bowl, and as soon as the call ended, he said, "A Bing."

"...What the hell is going on with his grandma? How did those scouts know so well about our defenses? They rushed to the warehouse with full armor and opened their eyes? Damn..." In order to relieve his nervousness, A Bing hung up. After picking up the phone, he cursed and cursed, and then he realized that the big boss had just called him, and quickly responded with a flattering smile, "Master Qin, you are so good, you must have thought of this situation a long time ago! You must still have a way Bar."

Qin Xiang took out a notebook from the bookcase by himself, flipped through it quietly for a while, and before A Bing was about to collapse, he finally said, "I thought about it."

"There is no way."

Just when Ah Bing was about to get excited, he heard the second half of the sentence, and his facial features turned into an extremely distorted expression, half laughing and crying: "——Ah?!"

Qin Xiang turned to a certain page and didn't move it again: "Do you still remember the betrayer three years ago? I heard that you were still 'partners'."

"Betrayal? Who?" Under Qin Xiang's gaze, A Bing forced himself to concentrate and think for a long time before hesitating, "Oh, I seem to have this impression... There is such a person who doesn't talk much, so I can't remember clearly ...No, is there really such a person?"

Qin Xiang sneered: "If it wasn't for this diary, I would forget about it."

A Bing was going crazy: "What's wrong with this man? Does he have anything to do with us now?"

"Of course there is."

Qin Xiang closed the letter, looking at A Bing like a monkey, disdainful and patient, "Three years ago, I found out that there was an omission in the organization, and there was news from the informant that there was an informant named 'Cat' in the police. It's been moving, but I'm not sure who it is."

"At that time, I didn't believe in many people. I barely locked in one person, and the relationship was quite close, but he didn't recognize it, no matter what."

A Bing swallowed: "And then."

"Then I set him a win-win trap - if he jumps, he'll have the best protection from the police, at worst he'll be free in a few years in prison; and I'll be sure he's a 'cat ’, cutting off this tumor is just a relatively high price.”

A Bing realized that he really had no relevant memory at all, and was very curious: "Then, did he dance?"

Qin Xiang said, "I jumped."

A Bing choked for breath: "So, he is a 'cat'?"

Qin Xiang shook his head, his tone very mocking: "I don't know."

"..."

Qin Xiang went on to say: "In order to prove his innocence, he simply jumped off the roof of the building, indirectly misleading the police for a long time. And not long after, I suddenly discovered that my informant had already been controlled by the police. Not everything is right.”

A Bing was speechless by this reversal, deeply feeling that his IQ was not enough.

What's more important is that he didn't remember such a shocking event at all, and he was suffocated.

"This is an unsolved case. In the end, we don't even know whether the 'cat' exists or not, so let it go." Qin Xiang glanced at A Bing, "Even now, many people don't remember it at all."

A Bing: "..."

"However, I've been thinking recently," Qin Xiang said, "if 'cat' really existed, then, as the most trusted person at that time, how much would he know? How much would he pass on."

A Bing broke out in a cold sweat suddenly.

——In three years, those who are prepared are enough to do too many things, and opportunities are always only given to those who are prepared.

If all this is true, then even if Qin Xiang is as sophisticated as Qin Xiang, they will be powerless.

Deliberate and deliberate, accumulate thick and thin.

...the lunatic.

Take your life to accumulate, take your life to fill, this is the real madman with bones.

"No wonder the Taoist said back then that the eldest son, Fang Fei, was the cause of my Qin family's prosperity, but also a fatal calamity...So I was waiting here. I guarded against him for half my life, but I didn't guard against a Loulian."

After the murmured words fell, the green bowl suddenly became hideous, Qin Xiang suddenly stretched out his hand, and ruthlessly smashed the priceless Ru Kiln to the ground.

"—Boom!"

The nine-petal lotus instantly turned into pieces of broken porcelain.

"..." A Bing was in a daze, and suddenly caught something, and subconsciously muttered, "Lou Lian? The one from the same crew as the young master? My niece really hates him."

At the same time, in the simply furnished apartment, the cihuamao who had just finished the bath suddenly opened its mouth wide.

"what……"

"what……"

"—Ah Choo!"

With a big bath towel around his head, Qin Fangfei hugged the cat to the small stool and forced the hair dryer to serve it.

"mum--"

Lou Lian struggled to kick his legs, kicked off the pet towel, and began to shake his fur.

With his face full of water, Qin Fangfei violently suppressed the raccoon cat's resistance, and continued to blow the wind.

a few days later.

"It's so hot."

Lou Lian was wearing thermal underwear, a duck down vest and three layers of blankets, like a ball, he stretched out an arm dissatisfied, and patted the man's shoulder, "I'm so hot."

Qin Fangfei took the time to turn around from the computer: "Don't take it off, the medicine is on the table, go and take it by yourself."

"..." Lou Lian wiped his nose and sank into his dantian, "It's hot! Ah!

"..."

Qin Fangfei had no choice but to put down the mouse, and took Lou Lian by the nape of his neck all the way, forcefully gulped down the cold medicine, and stuffed that arm back into the blanket.

Lou Lian's mouth was bitter, and the bitterness reached his heart, so he pulled out both arms, and the blanket fell to the ground in an instant: "Can you treat me better?"

——As a cat, Lou Lian didn't like to wear a lot of clothes, so he ran around wearing only one at home all day, and finally got sick from the cold.

But even under the order of Mr. Qin, he would rather move with a pile of blankets than wear one more.

The duck down vest does not count as one piece, at most half a piece.

Hearing this, Qin Fangfei just brought a rope, first pressed Lou Lian's arm back, and then quickly tied the three-layer blanket around Lou Lian's neckline, making a beautiful knot.

The blanket could no longer fall off, and the arm could no longer be pulled out.

"?!" Lou Lian stared blankly at the person in front of him for a while, then lowered his head to see the knot in his neck, and the sky collapsed for a while.

"You can't do this to me," he pursed his mouth, and was about to cry with a meow, "I was miserable in my previous life, and you still tied my neck!"

Qin Fangfei said, "Oh."

This "oh" is like a chubby full stop, directly suppressing Lou Lian's drama addiction: "..."

It’s like this, when a certain Mr. Qin said this for the first time, he still felt distressed. After he found out that Lou Lian was really picking up chicken feathers and using such an excuse to achieve his own small goals, he learned to "Oh".

"Oh" Well, the word "oh" may be able to express the true inner thoughts of the shy Mr.

——Lou Lian thought shamelessly.

Just last week, when Qin Fangfei mentioned a certain vest that Lou Lian had in his previous life, Lou Lian was taken aback.

Thinking about it again, with my husband's IQ and brain, I was so obvious at the time, it was perfectly normal for me to think of it.

Maybe earlier, he had doubts, so he deliberately took himself to "grave sweeping".

There was nothing to quibble about, and there was no point in hiding the matter now, so Lou Lian simply admitted it.

Qin Fangfei's expression at that time was very indescribable, it was probably both happy and sad, and then he hugged him forcefully in his arms.

But in fact, it has been a lifetime, and no matter how strong the hatred is, it has faded with time and life and death. In addition, there is still a three-year "buffering period" for the big dream. In fact, Lou Lian is not as uncomfortable as the other party imagined.

He could even jokingly talk about his own death in his previous life—but he talked about the "cat" part from beginning to end, and he didn't dare to say the part that belonged to "Loulian in the previous life".

Who knows how the mechanism of Orange Blossom's talk works, what if the moment when Lou even said something, Black and White Wuchang suddenly appeared and hooked him away.

Since "cats" can have tombstones, it probably belongs to bugs, so let's talk about it.

After Qin Fangfei listened to it, he connected it with the things he had investigated, and restored a rough future, which was not far from the truth.

While Lou Lian was amazed, he also felt that the barrier that had always existed between the two disappeared.

That feeling is indescribable, as if the husband no longer feels like the kind of intimacy between the master and pet to him, but something else.

Qin Fangfei turned down the air conditioner by one degree: "Here."

Lou Lian was barely satisfied, stopped shouting and glanced at the other party's computer.

Small grids one by one, with different heights, are in different rows.

He moved over: "I'm writing a song."

Qin Fangfei nodded.

Lou Lian stopped making any noise, turned on his computer - the newly bought game laptop, put on the headphones and started playing games.

Arrange them casually, and you don’t need to turn on the wheat.

After more than half an hour of silence, when he was killing all directions in the wild area opposite Loulian and typing physical output, he received a message on his mobile phone.

At the same time, Qin Fangfei's cell phone vibrated.

The two bowed their heads at the same time.

The author has something to say: Huahua will remember her previous life in a way that you can't imagine OWO