Trapping Fried-haired Kittens

"Cough, cough, cough, cough."

Yuan Xiao walked away without looking back, suddenly a series of coughs came from behind him, as if he was so weak that he was about to die, and he couldn't speak smoothly.

"Cough cough, Mr. Cough, cough cough me, I want to cough—"

Why does this human being look like he is about to hang up at any time?

Yuan Xiao pursed her lips, and reluctantly stopped to glance at him, "What's wrong?"

Dixiu was sitting in a wheelchair watching him, the young boy in white was pouted, his milky white skin shimmered in the sun, tender and raw.

"The room is too empty, ahem, I want to talk to someone."

Yuan Xiaoxiao: "??"

Brother, the guy named Huabao behind you can't speak?

Dixiu followed his gaze and looked back, and looked up, Huabao stared straight ahead with a blank expression, as silent as a wooden stake.

Yuan Xiao: "..."

Humans are so troublesome. "

"What's wrong with your leg?"

Wasn't it fine two days ago?

Yuan Xiao looked over.

Dixiu lowered his eyelids, covered the smile in his eyes, and coughed softly, "I haven't slept well lately, I caught a cold, and I have no energy, cough cough."

"Cold?"

Yuan Xiao looked at this person. Although he was sitting in a wheelchair, his slender body was wrapped in clothes, revealing a tight and thin outline. It didn't look like he would catch a cold at all.

"On such a hot day, others suffer from heatstroke, but you are still catching cold?"

And if you just catch a cold, do you need a wheelchair?

The white and tender boy had disbelief written all over his face.

Dixiu sighed, "Ahem, I usually don't get sick, but when I get sick, it becomes very serious. This time the situation is indeed not very good, cough, cough, because..."

He paused, leaned back in the chair, looked a little tired, "My cat ran away."

Yuan Kitty: "?!"

Phew, who is your cat.

Yuan Xiaomao subconsciously wanted to refute. He didn't intend to run away. Wasn't it because the human had a fit and kissed him, and now he's still relying on him when he's sick?

Yuan Xiao finally forgot what happened in the bar two days ago, and now he was caught off guard and forced to think about it, his face darkened, and he didn't want to care about this black-hearted local tyrant at all.

"I can't solve your situation, please ask Gao Ming."

The milky white boy gritted his teeth secretly and glared at him.

"Ahem, you want to go?"

Dixiu guessed that the young man would not stay so easily, and while the young man was not paying attention, he curled his lips, and said in a calm voice, "I remember the consultant introduced by Dr. Qi, it seems that he signed a contract, right?"

Yuan Xiao stopped abruptly, opened her round cat eyes, and looked back at him.

"What do you mean?"

He did sign the contract, and not only did he sign it, but he signed it very happily.

"literal meaning."

Dixiu rolled his eyes and smiled, stopped coughing, and continued: "It's clearly written in the contract, you are the only consultant, if it works, I'll pay you three times the salary, if it doesn't work...you will pay me five times .”

"?!!"

Yuan Xiao opened her eyes wide, "You, you...threatened me?"

Cats are shocked!

When he signed the contract, how could he have thought that the object of his job would be a black-hearted local tyrant, and he signed it very readily with three times the salary, but black-hearted human beings actually threatened with small money?

Person in charge? !

"What did Mr. Xiao say?"

Di Xiu tilted his head, "You signed the contract yourself, how could I threaten you?"

"And I don't know why, when I saw you, Mr. Xiao, my mood suddenly improved." Dixiu squinted his eyes and smiled, "Mr. Xiao is really a powerful consultant. He calmed down my emotions unconsciously. Even my body feels better now.”

I can fuck you.

Yuan Xiao gritted her teeth secretly.

He figured it out, this human being, whether he was facing a cat or a human, his unscrupulous nature never changed.

But he did sign the contract, and...he has no money...

Yuan Xiaomao clenched her neat little teeth, heard a crunching sound, turned around and walked towards the villa.

"Consulting, yes, okay, can I still do it?"

Who told him to sign a contract even if he had no money? He just did what he wanted, and he didn't get three times his salary for nothing!

Huabao behind Dixiu didn't know when he disappeared, Yuan Xiao reluctantly pushed him into the living room, stood aside and retracted his sleeves, fingertips flickered with demonic power, and began to ask questions without delay.

"Why do you need a consultant?"

"Mr. Xiao, please sit down. Haven't you asked Mr. Xiao what's his name?"

Dixiu didn't answer, but asked a question instead.

Yuan Xiao didn't want to stay longer in this familiar villa, so she stood aside and waved her hands, "Don't ask so many questions, just answer directly."

Di Xiu looked at him and saw that he really had no intention of sitting down and talking, so he nodded, "Well, it's easy to say."

"I have a cat with a very wild temper. I lost it a few days ago. I waited for a long time but didn't see him come back. I was anxious and worried. That's why I caught a cold and fell ill."

He stared straight at Yuan Xiao, for a moment, like a demon staring at his tribute, eager to swallow it alive.

Yuan Xiao's scalp tightened inexplicably, and the right foot could move back, halfway through, suddenly remembered, he is a human being now, why should he be afraid?

He put his feet back and cleared his throat, "Is it because the cat is gone that you are sick and weak enough to use a wheelchair?"

Dixiu's eyes quickly returned to normal, he nodded, his face was neither red nor out of breath, and he sighed, "I can't eat, I can't sleep well."

"Oh, it would be great if my cat could come back." Di Xiu looked at him quietly.

Yuan, the cat in charge, Xiao: "..."

Thank you for the invitation, no talk.

When cats see you, they can't eat or sleep.

Yuan Xiaomao flattened his mouth, and the demon power under his sleeves increased, "If you lose the cat, it will never come back. Let's get another one."

It would be nice to be treated as an ordinary pet cat by black-hearted local tyrants instead of an unintelligent little wild cat.

"How about I help you find another one? The stray cats on the street are very pitiful." Yuan Xiao said.

"... find another one."

Dixiu paused, then noticed the serious look on the young man's face, the smile gradually disappeared, he lowered his head, and stared at the young man deeply.

"You can, try it."

Give him a cat?

Di Xiu clenched his fingers, looked at him, his eyes were darkened, and he smiled lowly with the corners of his mouth pulled.

"Hey, it's okay to give a cat, but if it's fake, I'll be angry."

Yuan Xiao: "?!!"

With a familiar tone, Yuan Xiao instantly realized that Dixiu was angry, not knowing how he had offended this human being, and slipped his ready-to-move foot again, wanting to back away.

But just as he made a move, his wrist was suddenly grabbed, and a strong force came, pulling him straight forward.