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Chapter 177 Successfully Prevented Him from Suicide Today
Mo Yan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that she was a little cute.

He involuntarily reached out to touch her peach heart, but when he touched her little fluff, his hand suddenly pushed Nan Jia's face back forcefully.

Nan Jia looked at Mo Yan in bewilderment, why did he push himself?

With a straight face, Mo Yan said indifferently, "Don't point your asymmetrical face at me."

what fuck?

He slandered his little Taoxin?
Nan Jia bit Mo Yan's finger, Nan Jia was venting her anger but she didn't use any force.

From Mo Yan's point of view, her small teeth are like scratching an itch, it doesn't hurt at all.

But Mo Yan still reached out and patted her head: "Little dirty cat, are you crazy? You don't want your head anymore?"

Nanjia bit him hard and then flew off the bed with lightning speed.

She ran away at lightning speed, afraid of being caught by Mo Yan if she was too slow.

Mo Yan didn't even think about catching Nan Jia. He lay on the bed and looked at her back, thinking it was a little funny, so he was frightened?

Nan Jia ran to the door and stopped. She suddenly thought of the knife that was thrown on the ground.Her little head poked through the crack of the door again.

Seeing the door being pushed open slowly, Mo Yan said quietly, "Why don't you leave? Do you want me to stew you?"

Nan Jia ignored him, she picked up the handle of the knife and walked out.

You can't leave such a dangerous thing here with Mo Yan.

Looking at her small body, Mo Yan somehow felt that she was a little cute.

Nan Jia returned to the first floor with the knife in her mouth, and spat it in front of Steward Wang.

Butler Wang hurriedly picked up the knife, and his voice was accusing: "Little dirty cat, why are you still playing with the knife? Be careful not to scratch you!"

"Meow Meow Meow" is not me, but Mo Yan!

Butler Wang didn't understand what Nan Jia meant, so Nan Jia turned her head and rushed towards the stairs.

"Did you get your knife from Mo Yan?"

"Meow" Nanjia nodded

Butler Wang's expression suddenly became solemn, his brows and eyes were serious.

The young master started committing suicide again?
Steward Wang put aside what he was busy with, picked up the knife and put it in a hidden place, then got up and went to Mo Yan's room on the second floor.

As soon as Mo Yan opened the door, Steward Wang kept preaching: "Master, if there is anything you can't think about, just tell me. Don't choose such an extreme way."

"Meow" Nanjia also meowed in agreement.

Mo Yan's gaze immediately shifted to Nan Jia who was following Steward Wang's feet.

Mo Yan clasped his hands together, and looked down at Nan Jia: "Are you still a spy cat? Are you still making small reports?"

"Meow" Nanjia looked dissatisfied, she should be a rescue cat, how could she be a spy cat?It's awful.

"Master, don't blame the little dirty cat. You..."

Mo Yan shifted his gaze to Steward Wang, his eyes were cold: "Stop talking, don't I have to stand in front of you right now?"

"No, you can't ignore your suicide just because you weren't injured."

Mo Yan felt that Steward Wang was about to make a long speech, so he hurriedly interrupted: "Stop, I understand."

Butler Wang also said: "Master, you have to listen to people's advice! Life is still very good."

"Meow" Nanjia replied, life is really good, when she grows up, she can eat small dried fish.

"Master, look, the little dirty cat agrees."

Mo Yan looked at Nan Jia faintly, and raised his eyebrows: "You will not only sue, but also fan the flames?"

Nanjia: ...

"Master..."

Mo Yan interrupted him: "Butler Wang, are you ready for dinner? I want to eat pork ribs, so hurry up and go downstairs to cook."

Butler Wang was still a little worried about Mo Yan, he was afraid that Mo Yan would commit suicide again.He thought for a while and said, "Then, let the little dirty cat accompany you."

"Um"

Seeing Dao Moyan's cold and thin lips curled up in an emotionless arc, Nanjia's hair all exploded.

He looked at himself with a smile in his eyes, it's scary to be smiling, it's like waiting for himself to fall into a trap and then clean himself up.

Nan Jia stretched out her claws to grab Steward Wang's trouser legs.

Butler Wang, take me with you, don't put me here, this man is going to eat kittens.

Of course Mo Yan saw Nan Jia's intentions, he bent down and hugged Nan Jia.

Mom, he hugged me?

Nanjia was even more frightened!Ruined!
Mo Yan in this world has disliked her from the very beginning, but hugging her now shows the seriousness of the matter!
Looking at the back of Steward Wang leaving heartlessly, Nan Jia lowered her head.

Hey, after all, it was the little milk cat who carried it all by himself.

Mo Yan closed the door, and then smiled.

Feeling the stiffness of the cat's body in his hand, Mo Yan felt a burst of joy in his heart.

Mo Yan deliberately threatened: "Little dirty cat, you are finished."

"Meow" I'm wrong, okay?
Mo Yan pinched Nanjia with both hands and shook it: "Oh, now you know how to please me? It's too late!"

Nan Jia was shaken to the point of throwing up.

Mo Yan put Nanjia on the ground, Nanjia couldn't stand still, so she lay down on the ground and pretended to be dead.

"You pretended to be dead before I got rid of you?" Mo Yan said in a gloomy tone.

Nan Jia moved to Mo Yan's feet and rubbed his head against him, full of flattery.

Mo Yan carried her to the bottom of the wall and asked her to face the wall and think about it: "You face the wall and think about it, and I will let you out in half an hour."

Just let yourself face the wall and think about it?Don't beat yourself up?
Nanjia stared happily at the wall.

Just staring at it for a while, Nan Jia felt a little heavy.

Half an hour later, Mo Yan opened the door: "Okay, let's go."

Nanjia hurried out, but Nanjia turned back after leaving the door.

"Why are you back?"

Nan Jia passed Mo Yan, and she looked at the decoration style of Mo Yan's room.

The walls are plain black wallpaper and the curtains are also gray.There are no extra decorations in the room, it doesn't feel warm at all, it can only make people feel endless oppression and indifference.No wonder I was inexplicably depressed just now!

This is not allowed!Ordinary people get depressed if they stay in this kind of room for too long.

Not to mention Mo Yan, who has suicidal tendencies.

The decor in his room must be changed.

Nan Jia took a few steps back, then ran up the wall.

Looking at Nanjia lying on a high place, Mo Yan was taken aback, he might fall to his death.He hurried to Nanjia's side.

Before Mo Yan reached out to lift her up, Nan Jia slid down from the wall with a 'crash' sound.

Mo Yan looked at the torn wallpaper and was taken aback.

While he was in a daze, Nan Jia ran to the other side and frantically paw at his wallpaper.

She scratched the black wallpaper one by one, revealing the white wall behind.The room instantly changed from a cold business room to a shabby rough room.

It really doesn't look depressing, because it looks very irritating.

Mo Yan shouted in a cold voice: "Little dirty cat!"

Nanjia rushed out from his feet and fled.

(End of this chapter)