After becoming a villain, I was forced to save the villain

Chapter 308 His Cat (23)

On the way back, Du Mei lay on the window looking at the scene outside, with a little disappointment on her face.

"Four years have passed, why has nothing changed here?"

The south of Taiping Street is fine, with spacious roads, bright lights, and peddlers yelling and selling their goods, but the further you go north, the road becomes narrower and more rugged, and there is even a point where the asphalt road and the dirt road meet. It’s only six o’clock in the evening and you can’t see any lights turned off. The roadside is also pitch black, and you can’t hear the slightest lively movement under the low eaves. Red Lantern.

Du Mei felt uncomfortable, but she didn't show it, but asked Du Shiling in a low voice.

"Brother, why do we still use lanterns in our house? We can install electric lights, which are much brighter than lanterns."

Du San opened the car door, and Du Shiling got out of the car with Bao'er in his arms.

"Candles are cheaper than electricity."

Du Mei couldn't accept this short sentence.

How expensive can electricity be?

Even if it is open day and night, how much money can it spend in a day!
Du Mei's imaginary life was gradually obliterated by the reality in front of her. She originally thought about having a party at home and inviting her former classmates to drink and dance at home, but now it seems that this hope is a bit slim.

That night Ding Bao sneaked into Du Mei's room while Du Shiling was asleep.

In a room full of candles, Du Mei was writing a letter under the candle lamp, not noticing the flashing white figure behind her.

Ding Bao's footsteps were extremely light, and the bell around his neck remained motionless, and candles were everywhere he looked.

Obviously, this young lady who came back from abroad has not yet adapted to life in China, and it is impossible for the stingy Du Shiling to electrify the house that has been vacant for four years. The disappointed Du Mei can only light candles in the house and lie on the table alone. Seriously write something.

Ding Bao soon saw a small leather bag on the table, the bag was wide open, and he could easily smell the silver coins inside with a slight movement of his nose.

Just like that, Ding Bao came and went quietly, waved his sleeves, and took away a bag of silver dollars.

With this bag of silver dollars in his mouth, Ding Bao buried it under the sycamore tree outside the back door. Before he left, he didn't forget to pull a few dead leaves to cover it.

When they returned to the room, there was no sound, Ding Bao quietly squeezed in through the crack of the door, and then lay down on the cushion next to Du Shiling's bed, with his tail slightly bent, curled up into a ball, and fell asleep soundly.

Ding Bao slept soundly, especially after becoming a cat, he would take a nap anytime and anywhere.

When Du Shiling slowly opened his eyes in the darkness, he turned around and quietly looked at the figure curled up under the bed.

"Ah……"

He wants to see what this little thing wants to do.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Bazahei silently turned around and bought a fried chicken fillet.

"Here, fried chicken."

"Well, thank you."

The paw that took the money did not withdraw in a hurry, but patted the cage lightly, followed by the boss's low voice.

"Have you heard?"

"What did you hear?"

"Little assistants who fail to complete the task twice in a row will be destroyed."

Baza's heart trembled, and he continued to ask.

"Why? Didn't you get disqualified as a junior assistant if you failed three times before?"

The voice sneered.

"Heh... There is no reason, since you are locked up here, do you still have a choice? They can deal with you as they want. Now that you know about this, hurry up and save money to get yourself out."

The paw retracted.

Only Bazahei was left holding the fried chicken fillet and staying there at a loss.

It has never seen the appearance of that boss, and it has never communicated with it before.

The owner was selling here before it came to this place, no one knew what it looked like, and no one talked to it.

After all, the boss was indifferent and mean-spirited, and always acted as if he was superior. No one would take the initiative to ask for trouble.

It was the first time it had spoken such a long word with Bazahei just now.

What it brought was not good news.

Bazahei subconsciously looked at the opposite cage, that guy must not know what he was about to face.

The chicken tenderloin in my hand was no longer fragrant, but it cost eight yuan to buy, and there was still nothing left of Bazahei.

"You, hello..."

The little assistant on the opposite side greeted him nervously and frightenedly.

Bazahei turned his face to look at it, his tone was cold and indifferent.

"Hello."

"How long have you been here?"

This is the rhythm of getting closer, and Bazahei doesn't want to pay attention to it.

"Not long."

"Oh……"

The other party saw Bazahei's indifference, and his timid voice became lower and lower.

"Senior, you are really good. You won four consecutive victories not long after you first arrived, unlike me... the first mission failed, and the second mission is about to fail."

Bazahei raised his head, looked at the small figure on the opposite side, and then saw a pair of black and white eyes, which were wet, as if they had been crying.

"The task is not over yet, how can you conclude that you will fail?"

"This is not the first time for me to do a task... My salesman is not capable enough, and I am also a rookie. When I first took the task, I knew that this time I would definitely fail."

Bazahei lowered his head.

It didn't know what to say, after all, it owed its existence to meeting an excellent salesman.

This is called luck.

For a person like Ding Bao, no matter who the assistant is, it is considered lucky to meet him.

Thinking of this, Bazahei couldn't think of anything to say to deal with the other party.

"I'm sorry, I said something negative to you. I haven't introduced myself after so long. I called you. I used to work on a mission ship and was selected as a small assistant. What about you?"

Bazahei thought for a while.

"I also work on a mission ship, and most of the people who come here are on the ship."

"I've never seen you before."

"Well, such a big mission ship."

Bazahei didn't want to continue talking.

Lai Lai also realized the other party's impatience, so he squatted down very knowledgeably.

"It's a pleasure chatting with you, so go ahead."

Bazahei turned around, closed the reflective panels outside the cage, and placed himself in the darkness.

Recalling the life on the mission ship, Bazahei still prefers it here.

At least it can eat and drink by doing tasks. If it continues to stay on the ship, it will starve to death sooner or later.

The night passed safely.

When the outside world brightened up, Ding Bao stretched leisurely, jumped onto the bed lightly, and stepped on Du Shiling's lap lightly.

The man was still sleeping, with his body slightly sideways, his long legs crossed and pressed against the thick quilt.

Last night, the fire was burning vigorously, and the whole room was warm and dry. The man felt the heat and unbuttoned the collar of his pajamas, revealing a white and jade-like neck. The slender collarbone was deeply sunken, without a heavy coat , the real figure of the man is thin and tall.

(End of this chapter)