[Comprehensive] Cute Pet Diary

[Christmas Wonderful Night. 】

【Owner: Maureen Nightingale (amateur boxer)】

Maureen left early in the morning on Christmas Eve and arrived at her parents' house when it was dark.

At this time, the weather became not so good, the sky was unusually gloomy, and the wind became stronger.

Maureen, who got out of the car and was about to walk, felt that Dongmiao must be bored after being stuffed in the pet carrying bag for a long time, and the carrying bag was so thin that the inside was not much different from the outside, so she put him away. out.

Dongmiao has indeed had enough time in the carrying bag.

And for some reason, when he woke up in the morning, he felt that his little heart was beating a little fast. After traveling a long distance this day, this strange heart rate has not subsided.

He tried to count his heartbeats, but usually he couldn't hold on for half a minute before he would make a mistake.

Dongmiao felt for a moment that her little heart would explode because it was beating too fast.

Maybe it's time for him to blow some air, Dongmiao thought.

So as soon as Maureen opened the bag, he actively crawled out, lay on Maureen's suitcase, and stretched vigorously, trying to let the cold wind numb his heartbeat.

It's a pity that it didn't work.

When Maureen stretched out her hand to him, Dongmiao didn't hesitate, and climbed onto her shoulder along her arm, retracted into the hood of her down jacket with peace of mind, and used his fluffy big The tail wrapped around Maureen's neck, making her a handy scarf.

The fluffy tail made Maureen's neck itch.

She lightly scratched her tail and laughed a few times. Seeing that Dongmiao was very skilled in drilling her hood, she didn't worry that he would fall out, so she dragged the suitcase and continued walking with peace of mind.

Christmas is just around the corner, but there are still many pedestrians on the street. They are either in a hurry or unhurried, but most of them tilt their heads strangely to see the combination of Maureen and Dongmiao.

Dong Miao, the serious-looking Uncle Meow, sticks his head out of Maureen's hood, bouncing up and down as Maureen walks, just like His Majesty the King who came out for inspection, extremely majestic.

Looking at Maureen again, she was both a servant and a mount for Uncle Meow, and she was in a very good mood. Even if she walked in the cold wind, her steps were cheerful.

After walking into the place where Maureen's parents lived, more people knew her, and after walking a few steps, someone would greet her: "Hey! Maureen from Nightingale's family!"

"The smallest nightingale has returned to her nest!"

"Didn't you add another little nightingale to your family this year?"

Maureen grew up here and knew the neighbors very well, and didn't care about their good-natured jokes.

When she parted from them, she still remembered to wave goodbye to them: "You guys! Merry Christmas!"

Maureen's parents live in a high-end residential area, most of which are three-story villas.

Dong Miao followed Maureen all the way, and saw civilian cars parked on the road, but none of them cost less than 20 US dollars.

Dongmiao didn't expect that Maureen, a little girl who lived in a cheap rental house in New York and worked in a pet store that was about to close down, and whose monthly salary could only buy a pair of better gloves, was actually a child of a rich family.

Maureen didn't know what Dongmiao was thinking.

She stretched out her hand that was not dragging the suitcase to touch Dongmiao in the hood, while looking diagonally forward: "Look, Your Highness, did you see that tall fat man?"

Dongmiao let her touch it, looked up and saw a tall fat man, very young, but half bald.He's on the block helping put up the Christmas tree.

Dongmiao guessed who it was.

Maureen purposely showed it only to him, perhaps because this man was one of her family.

In the end, I heard Maureen continue: "His name is Alan. When I was in elementary school, I beat him half to death in the men's room because he abused cats."

Winter Meow: "..."

"Don't look at his fierce appearance, but he was actually a coward at that time. He cried when he was beaten, and he cried when he was beaten. He was more girly than a girl."

Winter Meow: "..."

Seeing that you look so happy, I thought this Alan was someone who had a good relationship with you, but it turned out that he was a victim of yours when you were young!

Maureen paused, but didn't finish speaking.

She changed the direction and introduced Dongmiao: "Look, that little guy over there looks like a hooligan. He stopped me when I was in middle school, asked me for money, and was dragged into a corner by me." , broke his leg."

"..."

"There's also that person under the tree, who was in the same class as me when I was in high school, who stuffed me with a dozen love letters a day, and often followed me home, and was almost concussed by me at the graduation party [Inuyasha] nympho It's an attribute, not a skill."

"..."

"Ah, how can there be that! And that, that, and that!" Maureen put on a wasted expression of "time flies, time is gone", and said in a rather emotional voice, "I think back then, half of this block All the above boys have been beaten by me..."

Winter Meow: "..."

He couldn't help turning his head to look at Maureen's profile.

The delicate facial lines gave him an illusion.

I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it.

I knew you were violent, but I didn't expect you to be such a cruel girl!

Dongmiao still remembers that Maureen said that the reason she didn't want to come back to her parents' house was because of her family.

Now it seems that it's not just because of her family.

If she still stayed here to develop, maybe not half of the boys in this area were beaten by her, but all of them.

If it hadn't been known for a long time that Maureen has a good heart, Dongmiao might have regarded her as a bully in this block.

——No, maybe she is already the top dog here.

"Ah, the Christmas tree is up."

Maureen's low cry recalled Dongmiao's seriously distracted thoughts.

He looked in Allen's direction, and sure enough, the five-meter-high Christmas tree stood up.

From a distance, Allen looked at the tree and smiled, took a string of colored lights from someone else, and hung them on a tripod.

Dongmiao heard Maureen smile.

She paused for a while and looked up at the Christmas tree with interest, as if imagining what the Christmas tree would look like when the lights were on.

Allen got off the tripod, turned around with a smile, and happened to see Maureen across the street. The moment he met her eyes, Dongmiao saw him flinch subconsciously.

... Childhood shadows, understandable.

Allen's smile quickly disappeared without a trace.He looked at Maureen with a complicated expression.

It was the look of fear and sympathy.

Dongmiao can probably guess it.

It was Maureen's mania that Allen was afraid of, and it was her mania that he sympathized with.

But Dongmiao also knew that Maureen didn't want Alan to be afraid of her, nor would he care about his sympathy.

Dong Miao tilted her head, and sure enough, she saw Maureen's side face whose smile was fading away.

"Merry Christmas, Ellen," was all Maureen finally said.

"...You too, Maureen." Allen responded distantly.

Maureen curled her lips stiffly, dragged the suitcase and turned around, walking towards a three-story small villa with a lawn.

Suddenly she felt her head sink, and one ear felt the touch of fluff.

She immediately understood what happened: "Hey, is the view from this position good, Your Highness?"

Dongmiao, who had half of her body on Maureen's head, answered with a "grunt".

Although he only has three legs, it was not difficult for him to climb up Maureen's head in the past, but today, because of the strange heart rate, he wasted a little more effort on his career as a jewelry designer.

His right paw was around Maureen's head, the paw was hanging down, and the pad of flesh touched Maureen's forehead slightly, like an elder comforting her.

Maureen couldn't help laughing again, stepped forward and knocked on the door of the villa.

At first, Maureen replied to her parents that she would come back for Christmas, but her parents didn't think much about it, thinking that she would bring a little luggage, come later and leave earlier like the previous festivals.

As a result, when the doorbell rang on the afternoon of Christmas Eve, they opened the door and saw the face of an unhappy uncle Meow first.

Then, beneath that unhappy cat face, their adorable daughter greeted them with a rare smile: "Merry Christmas - miss me?"

Maureen's four sisters have already returned, and they brought their partners this time. Before dinner, the living room was packed to the brim, and the cynicism among each other was not loud, but it was sustainable.

Maureen immediately began to hint to herself, not to beat people, not to tear down furniture...

"Maureen!" The second sister with the best ability greeted her first, and then everyone started calling her name.

All of a sudden, "Maureen" and "Merry Christmas" filled the living room. It seemed that the atmosphere was happy, but the decibels were so loud that Maureen wanted to plug her ears.

Similarly, Dongmiao thought so too.

But he's not in the mood to think of a way to deal with it now.

His heart rate was getting faster and faster, so fast that Maureen actually noticed this strange heartbeat when she took him out of the hood.

"His Royal Highness?" Maureen held him in her arms and rested his chin with her hand, but he just gave her a slightly nervous look.

Those eyes looked very energetic, or rather, a little excited.

This is indeed the reaction after a rapid heartbeat.

Dongmiao slapped Maureen's hand off with a paw.

He didn't quite know what was happening to him, but his heart beat faster and faster, and he gradually felt out of breath.

Not good... Dongmiao gritted her teeth.

It doesn't feel good.

Maureen tensed.

She once guessed that Dongmiao was motion sick, but if that was the case, the motion sickness reaction was too slow, and she didn't make trouble on the road, and she didn't show up until they got home.

Moreover, I have never heard that motion sickness can make a cat's heart beat so fast?

There was still noise in the living room. Maureen was upset and felt the rational nerve in her brain twitching.

It was this nerve that was connected to Maureen's mania. Once it was triggered, the living room was full of people and Maureen couldn't beat her.

It's too late to say hello to her sisters one by one.

Before her rational nerves collapsed, Maureen hurriedly walked past the eldest brother-in-law who didn't know whether it was the fifth or sixth brother-in-law in her arms, and at the same time avoided the move of the third sister's girlfriend trying to rub Dongmiao's hair , and finally quickly climbed the stairs to her own room on the third floor.

Maureen carefully put Dongmiao on her bed, and Dongmiao immediately curled up expertly.

Because she hasn't lived here for a long time, Maureen's room has a bed but no quilt and pillow, and the mattress is covered with a little dust, which doesn't look very clean [Quick Transmigration] BOSS didn't tell you.

Dongmiao lay on his side uncomfortably, and Maureen was terrified. She quickly took off the down jacket and put it under him, and then hurried to her parents to ask for bedding.

Not long after going out, Maureen vaguely heard the muffled sound of an uncomfortable adult male.A lot of adult men came to her family today, but she didn't care.

When she brought back new quilts, new bed sheets and other things, she couldn't see her princely highness when she entered the door.

But there was an obvious indentation on her bed, which seemed to be pressed by an adult who was not light in weight.

...Who has been in her room?

Maureen was stunned for a moment: "...His Royal Highness?"

"Crack." The door behind him closed by itself.

Maureen's back immediately felt creepy.

She took up boxing protection and was about to turn around, a hot breath came from behind, a hand - definitely an adult's hand - covered her mouth, at the same time, a man's voice said in a low voice : "Shut up."

Maureen's eyes widened.

If she hadn't immediately remembered that she had heard this voice on the streets of Manhattan, if the owner of this voice hadn't saved her life in a hail of bullets, Maureen would probably have bent her elbows to give this person's belly immediately .

Maureen: "...is that you?"

"...It's me." The man behind him replied dryly.

Maureen: "...where's my cat?"

"...Isn't this holding you?"

Maureen: "...you're kidding me."

"……I want, too."

Maureen: "...evidence."

"...your left hand touches back, I don't have a left arm."

Maureen touched it subconsciously.

She touched the shoulder, but did not touch the arm, and the shoulder she touched was not sensual, but a piece of cold metal.

... scumbag.

Outside the window, the street lights suddenly turned on, and the light from the Christmas tree across the street shone into the room faintly. The colored lights were really beautiful.

Looking at the colorful lights reflected on the walls, Maureen realized that the most important night before Christmas had arrived.

But isn't this night a little too exciting?

Stimulated, Maureen even felt that her mania was cured.

Maureen: "...can you let go first?"

"...can you find me some clothes first?"

Maureen: "..."

Help!

Not to mention that my cat has become the savior he used to be, but now he is still attacking me naked!

Should I look back first, look back, or look back?

"...don't turn back!"

Maureen: "...tsk."