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Chapter 189 Successfully Prevented Him from Suicide Today
Mo Yucheng stared at the closed door, an evil look flashed in his eyes!

He let Mo Yan know what regret is today.

Holding the spare key he stole from nowhere, Mo Yusheng opened the door and strode in.

Nan Jia was sleeping in the nest, when she heard footsteps, she was a little surprised, Mo Yan and the others came back so early?
Nan Jia raised her head abruptly, but saw a strange but slightly familiar face.

Nan Jia frowned: Who is this person?How can there be a key to the house?
Nanjia Jin Yuanbao's cat nest was too eye-catching, Mo Yusheng saw her nest as soon as he entered the door, his eyes flashed brightly.

Really God is helping him!This is too easy to find!
Mo Yusheng walked up to Nan Jia quickly, and he took a look at Nan Jia.

The disgust in his eyes is self-evident, Mo Yan raised such a miscellaneous cat?
Is this cat worth his protection?I really don't know what he was thinking.

The malice emanating from this person was too strong, Nan Jia rushed out from the cat's nest to stay away from him.

Mo Yusheng chased after Nanjia in the direction he was fleeing.

Nanjia looked at the person who was chasing after her, and she hurriedly asked Qiu Shengsheng: "What's the situation?"

Qiu Shengsheng explained: "He is Mo Yan's younger brother, the son Wang Yanran gave birth to. It's probably not good for him to come here."

Nan Jia: Nonsense, he already has a knife, I can't see that he has bad intentions?

Suddenly, Mo Yucheng threw the knife in his hand at her.

Nan Jia hurriedly turned to the left, the knife brushed against the fur on her right.

The hair on her waist and abdomen was cut off by a knife.

Nan Jia ran all the way to the second floor. She was about to jump out from the second floor, but all the windows on the second floor were closed.

Nan Jia was blocked in a room, Mo Yucheng smiled ferociously, he slowly closed the door, and slowly approached Nan Jia.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Nanjia hid directly under the bed.

Mo Yucheng lay under the bed, reaching out to take Nan Jia out.

Nanjia bit him hard with her fangs.

"Ah" Mo Yucheng shouted, looking at the bleeding finger, the resentment towards Nanjia in his heart was even heavier.

How dare this little mongrel cat bite himself?

He must kill that cat!
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Mo Yan took care of the old man's funeral, and didn't return home until nine o'clock in the evening.

Mo Yan didn't see Nan Jia when she was changing her slippers, and she's closed today?The active business these days has made her tired, so she is on strike now?
After Mo Yan changed his shoes, he called out, "Little dirty cat?"

Didn't run over, did she fall asleep?
Mo Yan yelled at Nan Jia again, but still didn't come over.

Mo Yan frowned, it shouldn't be, how could the little dirty cat ignore him.

Mo Yan started looking for Nanjia, but there was none in the living room, nor in the kitchen.

She ran out?But she never got lost.

There is no Nanjia in every place, and Mo Yan starts to worry.

Mo Yan hurriedly went to the monitoring room to check the monitoring to see if Nan Jia had escaped.

"stop"!Mo Yan asked the security guard to stop the surveillance, and he saw Mo Yusheng in the surveillance.

With a cold face, Mo Yan took out his mobile phone and called Mo Yusheng.

Mo Yusheng was at the bar, surrounded by a lot of noise.His mobile phone rang or someone told him.Looking at the word 'Mo Yan' on the phone screen, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise: "Mo Yan, why did you call me? It's strange."

Mo Yucheng crossed his legs on the coffee table, with a rampant and wanton expression.

Hearing his provocative tone, Mo Yan knew that what happened today must have something to do with him!
Mo Yan asked coldly, "What are you doing at my house? Did you take my cat away?"

Mo Yusheng's crossed legs changed positions, the corners of his mouth raised, and he said quietly: "Your cat? You mean that little mongrel cat?"
The expression in Mo Yan's eyes suddenly darkened, and a look of horror and gloom flashed across his eyes.

"Where is she?"

"She should be in your room, right? Look for her."

There was a strange joy in Mo Yucheng's eyes, he could imagine Mo Yan's expression when he saw the kitten's corpse, it would be very interesting!The look on his face will definitely make me happy.

Mo Yusheng's tone made Mo Yan feel cold all over. He would never put the kitten in his room kindly, unless...

Mo Yan's back was covered with cold sweat, and the fingers holding the phone felt numb for a while.

He hung up the phone and ran back immediately!

Mo Yan was very flustered, he kept praying that Nanjia would not have an accident.

Running to the door of his room, Mo Yan looked at his door, he was too scared to open it.

Mo Yan reluctantly comforted himself: Little Dirty Cat is so smart, she will definitely hide and won't be hurt by Mo Yucheng.

Mo Yan actually didn't believe these words in his heart, because he didn't even hear the little dirty cat's voice.

Mo Yan forced himself to open the door, and he walked into the room.

Mo Yan's legs suddenly went limp, and he sat slumped on the ground with red eyes.

The body of the little dirty cat on the bed wasn't even whole, it was in pieces, his white sheets were completely stained red with her blood.

Mo Yan's heart was like being stabbed by a knife, every part was aching.

Mo Yan sat on the ground blankly, holding his curled legs with his hands, his body trembling uncontrollably, but his eyes were fixed on the dead body of the little dirty cat on the bed without blinking.

He exuded an aura of despair and sadness all over his body, and there was a sadness between his brows.

He seemed to be beaten back to hell again, his whole body was filled with black air, and he could not see a glimmer of hope.

He couldn't believe it, how could that wild, agile, intelligent little cat, who would wait for him to come home every day, lie motionless on the bed?
The little dirty cat is gone, so what is the meaning of living?

Mo Yan got up suddenly, and he took the razor blade from the toilet.

Mo Yan walked to the bed, and he reached out to touch the cold little dirty cat's body.

Her fur is no longer as soft and warm as before, and Mo Yan can only feel the biting cold in his hands.

As usual, Mo Yan stroked the little dirty cat's body.

Some of the bloodstains have clumped and the hair is not smooth.

Usually Nanjia's hair is smooth, she loves beauty so much, she dresses herself beautifully every day.

She definitely doesn't like the way she has blood on her body and her hair is not smooth.

Mo Yan put the razor blade in his hand aside, and went downstairs to get her comb.

Steward Wang searched around and returned home, only to see Mo Yan going upstairs like a walking dead.

Steward Wang was a little worried about Mo Yan's mental state, so he changed his shoes and prepared to comfort Mo Yan.

Mo Yan upstairs took out a needle and thread to sew up the little dirty cat's body bit by bit.

Nothing less, or she will get angry, and she will puff up her face, stare and say, "I don't want to be a disabled cat."

Thinking of her clever voice and smile, Mo Yan's eyes became blurred.

He still couldn't hold back, tears fell drop by drop.

(End of this chapter)