I beg you not to feel good

Hua Lin stared blankly at Zhong Ye, and stammered: "Juejue, sterilized?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought she didn't know, and explained: "Cats that are not neutered have a bad temper and are easy to scratch people."

The forest cat was about to petrify in his hands, Chuya pinched one of his paws, and lifted it up seriously: "Look, its nails are so long, it will hurt very much if it is caught."

Hua Lin: "..."

But Senmao is not a real cat!

To sterilize the leader of the gangsters in Hong Kong, Zhong also didn't know how terrible he said.

In order to prevent Zhong Ye from being held hostage by Mori Mao, Hua Lin quickly hugged the cat, "I...I'll cut his nails!"

"Wait." Zhongya held her back, "Let me cut it for you."

It seems that for the convenience of driving, he often wears black gloves on his hands, not very thick leather gloves, but extremely thin cloth, which conveys a reassuring warmth when touching Hua Rin's fingers.

If Sen Mao Mao is really a cat who doesn't understand anything, Hua Lin will be very moved.

But when she saw the cat that had returned to Zhongye's hands, she had a bad feeling in her heart.

The forest cat seemed to be about to explode, its black cat ears stood up high, and its blue-purple pupils were stretched into a thin line.

She hurriedly shouted: "Zhongye, let go!"

At the same time, Mori Maomao stretched out its sharp claws and scratched Zhongye's arm quickly, accurately and ruthlessly.

Nakahara Nakaya's sleeves were habitually rolled up, and he scratched his exposed strong forearm.

Mori Maomao clawed mercilessly, scratching five or six bloodstains on Zhongye's arm in just a short moment.

When Zhongyuan Zhongye let go of his hand in pain, Mori Maomao jumped out of his hand and jumped onto another table in two or three steps.

Maomao sat on the table, raised his head slightly, narrowed his blue eyes, and showed an almost contemptuous expression towards Zhong.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

He raised his bleeding arm and complained to Hua Lin: "Look! I said it will catch people!"

Hua Lin glared at Mori Mao Mao with the same hatred: "It's not good at all!"

Forest Cat: "???"

It's obvious that Zhongye mentioned sterilization first?

His big beautiful eyes opened wider.

Zhong Yuan also asked: "Where did you get this cat?"

"I picked it up." Hua Lin didn't dare to let Chuya stay with Mori Maomao anymore, and quickly took his hand, "Stop talking, follow me to treat the wound."

Zhong didn't resist, and walked forward along with her strength.

After walking two steps, he suddenly turned his head and bared his teeth at the forest cat, warning viciously: "Stay here and don't move, and see how I deal with you when I come back."

Forest Cat: "..."

Okay Chuya, let's see how I deal with you when I transform back.

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Hua Lin pulled Zhongya to the sink and turned on the faucet to wash his wound. Seeing that Zhongya was wearing black gloves, she helped him take them off.

Nakahara Chuya's fingers have distinct joints, and there is a thin layer of calluses on the fingertips, which looks extraordinarily powerful.

Hua Lin squeezed his index finger curiously, and he grabbed her hand reflexively, clasping all five of her fingers in his palm.

"Eh?" Hua Lin tilted her head.

Zhongyuan Zhong also let go of his hand quickly, turned his face away: "I can do it myself."

He stretched out his hand to the rushing water, and the cold water slapped on his skin, as if even his overheated nerves were washed away.

He calmed down a little, turned back and said to Hua Lin: "Don't get close to that cat again, what if you get scratched too?"

He didn't worry about himself, instead he cared about Hua Lin immediately, Hua Lin blinked and responded obediently: "Got it, my god."

Every time he heard this title, Zhongyuan Zhong couldn't help but feel hot.

He turned his head: "I'll cut the cat's nails later."

It's just a nail clipping, Mori Maomao should not object, Hua Lin nodded and agreed.

After Chuya washed the blood off his arm, he turned off the faucet. He seemed to be a little nervous, and said without words: "We must take the cat to be neutered tomorrow. Seeing that it has such a bad temper, maybe it's—— Cough, I mean, have you been vaccinated?"

"No..." After hearing his few words, Hua Lin arranged the forest cats clearly, and had the urge to tell him the truth immediately.

After all, Sen Mao Mao's body is not an ordinary person, but an astonishingly powerful leader of Hong Kong gangsters. If Zhong doesn't know his identity, that's all. If he knows...

Thinking of Chuya's "nail clipping" and "sterilization", Hua Lin felt that Mori Ogai would not let him survive tonight.

"A vaccine is absolutely necessary."

Zhong also saw her evasive eyes, thought she was unwilling, and immediately made a decision: "Tomorrow I will go with you."

Hua Lin: "..."

If we continue the conversation, Mori Maomao is really going to be caught and neutered by Zhongye.

She ran away quickly: "I'll find you iodophor to disinfect!"

"Why are you running?" Zhong Yuanzhong also followed.

"If you want to raise a cat, you have to be responsible, don't be afraid of trouble, you know?"

Hua Lin got into the small storage room next to the kitchen, took out iodophor and cotton swabs from the cabinet, and asked with some doubts, "Why are you so familiar with cats?"

"I took care of my eldest sister before."

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his hand to press the hat. The water droplets on his arm were still wet, and the scratches on it became more and more conspicuous. Hua Lin pulled his hand down and pressed it on the counter beside him.

As soon as she unscrewed the iodophor bottle, Chuya Nakahara reached out with his other hand, wanting to take the cotton swab.

"Don't move around." Hua Lin blocked his hand, dipped a cotton swab with iodophor, and carefully applied it to the wound.

Her expression was extremely focused, her eyelashes fluttered, her cherry pink lips were slightly pursed, she looked very serious, and her movements were very light, as if she was afraid of hurting him.

In fact, compared to Zhongye's usual injuries, the pain caused by the scratches from the cat's scratches was so slight that it was almost negligible. There was still a little numbness, which made him move his fingers uncontrollably.

He suddenly quieted down, and Hua Lin felt unaccustomed to it.

Compared with the black and red special space, the reality of Zhongyuan Zhongyuan is also more ostentatious and gentle.

Hua Lin's hand was pressed on his thin arm, and his fingers would move from time to time, pulling the muscles around the arm. The touch was hard and powerful, which made Hua Lin inexplicably shy.

"why do not you talk?"

Hua Lin turned her head uncomfortably, and saw her shadow reflected in Nakahara Nakaya's cobalt blue eyes.

The slightly irritating potion did not make Chuuya show a pained expression. He looked at her with a gentle expression, but his eyes were extraordinarily hot, as if there was a fire burning in his eyes.

Hua Lin also forgot her words, and stared blankly at him.

The temperature in the air rose quietly, and after an unknown period of time, the "buzzing" sound of the mobile phone vibrating from Zhongya Zhongya's pocket broke the delicate atmosphere and brought them back to reality.

As if waking up suddenly, the two retracted their hands at the same time, looking away in panic.

Hua Lin said hesitantly: "The rest of the medicine, that, you..."

"I will do it myself!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also pushed her out of the small storage room: "I'll answer the phone first, you go outside and wait for me."

Without giving Hua Lin a chance to refuse, the door closed quickly, Hua Lin was holding the bottle of iodophor, and holding a small cotton swab in the other hand, her face turned red.

Inside the door, Zhong Yuanzhong also covered his face.

The phone in his pocket vibrated for a while, then stopped, and then vibrated again after a while.

Seeing the number displayed on it, Chuya wiped his face with his hand, took a deep breath, and picked up the phone.

"Hey?"

His breath was still a little unstable, but it became less obvious under the transmission of radio waves.

Osamu Dazai didn't listen carefully, he kept his phone far away, in case Nakahara Chuya yelled and hurt his ears.

He raised his voice and shouted: "Where have you been? Mr. Guangjin went to the airport to pick you up but he couldn't find anyone—ah, I think, maybe you were drowned in the crowd because you were too short -"

Zhong Yuanzhong interrupted him impatiently: "I have something to talk about, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you."

Osamu Dazai let out a "huh", if it was normal, Nakahara would not mind choking him back, and he had prepared his lines to make Chuuya half dead, why the situation seems a bit wrong now.

Could it be that the business trip in Tokyo is not going well?The thought flashed by, and Dazai Osamu didn't care, and said with a smile: "It's nothing, I just want to take Akutagawa out to drink at night."

Nakahara Chuya originally wanted him not to spoil the child, but when he heard him laughing maliciously, he suppressed the thought again and said coldly, "Where do you go is none of my business?"

"Yeah, it really has nothing to do with Chuya," Osamu Dazai continued to smile, "Then I will hand over the large table of documents in the office to you, Chuya~"

One, big, table, file, file!

Zhong Yuan was also furious: "Did you do nothing during the few days I was on a business trip?"

"Of course those unimportant things should be left to Chuya to come back to deal with." Dazai said shamelessly, "If a smart person like me can only bury his head in the pile of documents, it would be too overqualified... "

Dazai, what does this mean?Do you want to connotate that his IQ is not enough?Zhong Yuanzhong almost couldn't help but wanted to smash his fist against the wall next to him.

He roared angrily: "Drown in the wine jar! Bastard Dazai!"

"Compared to drowning, I want to get drunk with the lover of my dreams. This wish should come true soon..."

When did Dazai have the girl of his dreams?Zhong Ye didn't believe his nonsense and hung up the phone decisively.

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The Mori cat sat on the table, its black tail patting on the table.

He was thinking about how Hua Lin knew Chuya Zhongyuan.

Could it be a mission?Or...the last time I ran into Hana Rin was near Zhongya, and they were neighbors?

A three-colored cat suddenly jumped onto the table, disrupting his thinking.

Sanhuamao had a small dried fish in its mouth. It looked at the serious-looking Sen Mao Mao, hesitated for a while, then lowered its head and spit out the small dried fish, and pushed it in the direction of Sen Mao Mao with its paws.

Forest Cat: "..."

He raised his paw and bounced back.

Sanhuamao pressed Xiaoyugan again, and solemnly pushed it back.

Senmao continued to play.

Xiao Yugan moved back and forth in front of them, the movements of the two cats became faster and faster, and their eyes became more and more serious, as if they were competing.

Hua Lin ran over and sat at the table, propping her face with her hands, happily watching the two cats playing games.

I don't know what Zhongyuan Zhongya said to her, her face was flushed, and Mori Maomao couldn't help turning her head to look at her.

Sanhuamao kicked the little dried fish in front of him, Sen Maomao was distracted and didn't stop him. Seeing that the dried fish was about to fall under the table, he quickly pressed the tail of the fish that was closer to him.

The sharp nails popped out from between the cat's claws and hooked the fish's tail. Sen Maomao dragged the little fish back bit by bit. Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the back of his neck suddenly tightened.

Fingers wearing black gloves pinched the nape of Mori Mao Mao's neck and lifted him up.

"Why is there another one?" Nakahara Chuya's voice sounded from above the cat.

At the same time, he shook off the big blue towel in his hand.

The towel flew out of his hand, quickly wrapped the forest cat, and tied the cat into a ball, leaving only the head and two front paws outside.

Zhong also looked at the bewildered Mao Mao with satisfaction.

He squeezed the cat's paw with the hand that was scratched by the cat, with a bit of malice in his smile: "I'm here to cut your nails for you."

Forest Cat: "?!!!"