I who pretended to be a bully have feline sequelae

It seemed that he noticed that Wen Yu hadn't returned for a long time, and there was another news over there.

Qiu: I'm not forcing you, but I want to see you.

I want to see you... I want to see you... I want to see you

This was so lethal that Wen Yu's palms holding the phone began to tingle.

Qiu: It's nine o'clock in the xx bar, and I'll wait until twelve o'clock. It doesn't matter if I don't come. See you in C City.

"Aaaaaaaaaaa!"

Ruan Ruan: Got it.

He pretended to be calm and answered the news, but Wen Yu's brain was bubbling like boiling water.

Now she is eager to find someone to advise her. Of course, the closest person is Wen Ziyang, but how dare she talk to her about this kind of thing.

After picking and choosing in the address book, Wen Yu finally set his eyes on "Smelly fart at the same table".

Wen Yu: Deskmate, are you asleep?

Fart at the same table:?

Wen Yu: I just want to ask you something

Stinky fart at the same table: say

Wen Yu: Do you think I'm good-looking?

Smelly fart at the same table: ...

Stinky fart at the same table: why do you suddenly ask

Wen Yu: If you don't answer "good-looking", then I'm ugly!

Smelly fart at the same table: good-looking

Wen Yu: No sincerity, no emotion, perfunctory, you just think I'm ugly woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Song Qiulin stroked his forehead, rubbed the center of his brow weakly, compromised a little bit, and sent a voice message, the tone was full of helpless pampering.

"It looks good, it looks good everywhere, is it possible to play, and it's serious, why do you ask suddenly."

Wen Yu listened to it three times in a row before a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Wen Yu: I might have to meet a netizen. They always say that they will die when they see the light, so I am a little worried...

Stinky fart at the same table: So you started worrying because of this netizen?

Wen Yu: Well...not an ordinary netizen, is it?

Smelly fart at the same table: Are you dating Zhang Youyuan online?

Wen Yu: I didn't, I didn't, what are you talking about!Withdraw withdraw withdraw!Qiu and I are very innocent!

Stinky fart at the same table: Just say it, it seems real to be so excited

Wen Yu: You can’t just talk about it casually. Qiu is a god, and he’s different from us mortals, so how can he be profane?

Fart at the same table: God?

Song Qiulin looked down at himself, he had two arms and two legs, and no wings on his back, which probably didn't fit the word.

Wen Yu: You don't understand, it means that she is awesome

Smelly fart at the same table: Oh?tell me the story

Wen Yu: The big guy in the game, he can do all the questions, he has a sweet voice, a big local tyrant, kind-hearted, calm and patient

Wen Yu: Not convinced

Smelly fart at the same table: What about me, I am not "a big local tyrant with a sweet voice, a kind heart, calm and patient"

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Wen Yu: How can you compare with her, you can't compare.

Smelly fart at the same table: Oh?

They are obviously the same person, but there is something different, Song Qiulin himself is a little curious.

Wen Yu: Your grades are better, your family is richer, your voice is nicer, and your appearance is better, but you are less gentle and patient, you know,

Smelly fart at the same table: Are you sure you are not praising me?

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Wen Yu: Shut up you, break up where you are, you sleep with you, I went to chat with the gods at 886

With a smile on the corner of Song Qiulin's lips, he stamped on the "Shenxian", waiting for a reply from the other side.

Ruan Ruan: Okay, I will go, see you at nine o’clock

Qiu: There will be a Halloween event in the bar that day, so remember to change into your clothes.

Ruanruan: Got it, cute.jpg

Song Qiulin let his hair hang lazily, leaned against the head of the bed, looked back and forth between the two chat records, and sneered, "You are so young, you still have two faces."

Before going to bed, she took Wen Ziyang's newly prescribed medicine and took a pill with warm water.

After taking the medicine for a few days, there didn't seem to be any obvious side effects. Wen Ziyang didn't give a large dose, so he just asked her to try it first.

Song Qiulin tried patiently for a few days, and the fluctuations in his brain seemed to gradually calm down. There was no muscle ache when he woke up in the morning, and there was no blood-red handwriting printed on the mirror.

It seemed that everything had returned to its original state, but she was still a little uneasy in her heart.

A week passed very quickly, and when the appointed day came, she was ready early.

She wanted to at least tell Wen Yu her identity before leaving for City C, so that she would feel less deceived.

After choosing the clothes to wear, she sat on the sofa without bending her back, as if she was afraid of wrinkling the clothes, staring at the clock, waiting for the second and walking step by step.

"Second Miss, are you still going out at night?" The aunt at home saw that Song Qiulin remained in this position for almost 10 minutes, and finally couldn't help but say, "If it's still early, do you want to go up and rest for a while?"

"No, come on, I'm waiting for the driver to come."

"Then I'll call and urge him."

"Two or 10 minutes after the appointment, don't rush, you can go to work, I'll just stay alone."

It's her own habit. Before doing important things, she makes all preparations three to ten minutes in advance to deal with emergencies.

"Hey, good." The servant knew that Song Qiulin was happy, so he didn't stay to bother her anymore.

Song Qiulin took a deep breath. For some reason, the closer the time was, the faster her heart beat, and she couldn't control it no matter what.

Is this tension?

"Crack-knock-"

The living room was quiet with only the sound of the clock swinging. Song Qiulin's eyes focused on the number "12". Every time the pendulum clock crossed it, she would try to take a deep breath to suppress herself.

Once again, when the pointer crossed "12", her vision suddenly went black, as if someone covered her eyes from behind, she staggered to stand up, but found that her body could not keep up with the speed of her brain's instructions... or Said her brain gave orders and it didn't work.

It's time for me, a voice in her head seemed to say, and then she fell into a boundless darkness.

When the helper cleaned up the kitchen and came out to pass the living room, she realized that Song Qiulin was no longer on the sofa. When she looked up, she happened to see her steps going upstairs.

"Second Miss, are you going to bed? Didn't you say you still have an appointment tonight?"

"Yeah." The figure turned his back to her, and spoke softly, "Change your clothes again."

The maid smiled, "Then the appointment must be someone very important to the second lady."

The person on the stairs was stunned for a moment, then paused, then smiled, "Yeah, she's very interesting."

Turning around the bedroom, she walked into the bathroom familiarly.

"After resting for so many days, it's time for me to come out to play." Song Qiulin in the mirror seemed to have changed his expression, stretched out his slender index finger, and gently stroked his cheek, "Such a beautiful face, don't dress up well ,Pity."

The driver's car arrived at the gate of the house on time, and Song Qiulin, who had changed his clothes, was stuck opening the door and coming out.

Because the air in the car is not very circulated, the driver can easily smell her different smell today.

Second Miss went to meet someone so late, and she even wore perfume?

He glanced behind him curiously in the rearview mirror, and this look made him feel even more strange. The second young lady, who always wrapped herself tightly in long-sleeved trousers, was dressed in an extraordinarily sexy style today. He was arranging his hair with his head tilted, most of his face was covered, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

But I don't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that when the clothes were changed, it seemed that Second Miss's whole person had changed.

"Look ahead, the light is green."

"Ah! Yes, I'm sorry Second Miss!" The driver hurriedly came back to his senses, only to realize that he was thinking about something just now, and he almost made a big mistake.

……

It was rare for Wen Yu to tidy himself up and go out at once.

Because of the Halloween-themed event at the bar, there were many strangely dressed people in the nearby streets. She walked among the crowd and felt that she was not so strange.

After much deliberation, she turned herself into a cat, which is simple and convenient, just buy cat ears and put it on her head, and save most of the makeup steps.

The bar was the one that Song Qiulin brought her to last time. Wen Yu walked up the stairs. It seemed that because of the event, he could hear the boiling voices before entering the door.

The door was half open, Wen Yu squeezed through the crowd with a little helplessness, and went to the front desk. She remembered that there were at least a few seats for her to catch her breath.

She picked a seat in a corner, ordered the alcoholic drink that Song Qiulin ordered for her with the bartender, and held it with her hands.

Wen Yu didn't know how attractive her pure student spirit was in this group of people. She had a fair and lovely face, but her raised cat eyes were always vigilant, and she bit her lower lip because of nervousness. On the contrary, it makes people want to feel pity.

The fluffy cat headdress suits her very well, and the smooth bangs are attached to the full forehead, which looks like a cat in a state of fright with its back fur raised.

I don't know why Qiu chose to be here. Everyone is either wearing heavy makeup or wearing a mask. She can't see any of them clearly. How can she recognize people?

Wen Yu pursed her lips and looked at the time on the phone. There were still a few minutes, and she had to wait.

Somewhere at the front desk, a woman who just took a seat noticed Wen Yu standing in the corner like a shivering cat. She glanced interested, smiled slightly, and snapped her fingers at the bartender.

"Whiskey, without ice."

And while the woman was slapping Wen Yu in the face, Wen Yu seemed to have noticed her too. It is undeniable that this woman has an outstanding aura, which allows you to catch her at a glance in the crowd.

The mask covered the upper half of the woman's face. A pair of long and narrow eyes with red colored contact lenses were exposed through the opening of the mask. Under the edge of the mask was a delicate and upturned nose tip and lips.

The shape of the lips was thin, but they were dyed the most presumptuous and gorgeous red. Every slight movement of a woman's lips turned into an infinite charm in Wen Yu's eyes.

Even if it's just half of her face, one can guess her good looks from her nice jaw line and straight nose bridge.

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Sure enough, she is a face controler, she can't take her eyes off a stranger's lips in public.

The woman has a very good figure, and the slings of the top can't hide anything at all, exposing her right-angled shoulders to the light, her smooth and smooth black hair is draped over her shoulders, tucked around her collarbone, which is eye-catching.

Wen Yu watched her stretch out her slender right hand and took the wine glass from the bartender's hand. She took a sip with her red lips against the rim of the glass, leaving a pale mark, and a mouthful of cold liquid slid down her throat. The woman raised her eyelids , the sharp eyes that even the mask can't hide.

She seemed to notice a girl staring at her not far away, smiled slightly, raised the cup in her hand to Wen Yu from a distance, raised her chin and took another sip, as if to invite her.

Wen Yu was found peeping, his face blushed, he covered his face, turned around and ran away.

The woman was half leaning on the bar, smiling lightly as she watched the back of the girl leaving in a hurry, her gaze swept over the cat and tail she wore for the theme of the bar, because the movement of the trot swayed a little bit in embarrassment .

The look in his eyes darkened unknowingly, and his voice became hoarse after drinking, "Song Qiulin has a good eye for this piece of wood."