Under the predecessor's cat curse GL

Chapter 6 is printed with cute plum blossom claws

Xia Shuang had the same routine as yesterday, staying at home all day, but the time alone in the studio became longer.

When she wasn't outside, He Dongyang swiped his phone behind the bedroom door, and the two of them tacitly kept each other out, just like the way they got along before.

What worries the cat is that Xia Shuang is at home every day, how can she still use the kitchen to make pork belly, and there is no progress at all after the completion of the second task.

He Dongyang was looking forward, looking forward, and finally let Xia Shuang go out.

One morning four days later, when the weather was cloudy and rainy, He Dongyang jumped to the window sill outside to watch Xia Shuang leave the community, and then called the supermarket downstairs to ask them to deliver the meat.

While waiting for the meat to arrive, He Dongyang slumped on the sofa, leisurely watching her favorite TV show.

Just at the time of the advertisement, a call came in, and when He Dongyang saw the name of the note, his good mood basically disappeared.

After answering the phone, she cleared her throat: "Hey, Miss Wang, why are you calling me when you're so busy?"

Sister Wang is the editor of the publishing house, and many of He Dongyang's books flow from her to the public, so the relationship between the two is not bad.

Sister Wang was probably having breakfast, and her words were a little vague: "Dongyang, you are living a good life. How is your time abroad? Did you stimulate your inspiration?"

After two sentences, he started to get to the point, He Dongyang didn't wag his tail, and lied, "The scenery is pretty good. It's so beautiful that I don't think about it. Relaxing still helps a little."

"You really plan to stay abroad for half a year. Which country can you travel in and you can stay for so long?"

When she said this, He Dongyang knew that she was making a joke, and replied without embarrassment: "How could it be possible to stay for half a year, just talk casually, and naturally come back within the period of stay abroad when you have enough relaxation."

Sister Wang spoke clearly now: "Don't just remember to relax and play. When will you finish writing "Zhihuo", where will the benefits you should keep be kept?"

Hearing this, the phone showed that there was still 3% battery left, and He Dongyang didn't organize an answer, so he said instead: "Sister Wang, my phone is about to run out of battery, I'll charge it."

"Go and find the charger, Sister Wang is waiting for you."

"..."

Sister Wang is an elder, although He Dongyang has fooled her a lot, but sometimes he still needs to delay.

Picking up the phone, He Dongyang stepped to the charging port next to the door of Xia Shuang's studio, connected the plug, moved his chin and said, "I'm charging."

Sister Wang didn't beat around the bush, and continued to ask: "How much is "Zhihuo" written?"

After thinking about it, He Dongyang said: "It's [-]% to [-]% written. Although it sounds like it's almost finished, but Sister Wang, an unfortunate thing happened to me. It's like this. I didn't move a few days ago. Well, then I hit my hand while carrying something, and the doctor said it was a comminuted fracture.”

Sister Wang took a deep breath: "It's so serious, how does your hand feel now?"

Lifting his furry claws and turning them half a circle in the air, He Dongyang sighed: "To tell you the truth, eating is a problem now, let alone writing and typing. It takes half a minute to write a word."

"It's so slow, "Zhihuo" is almost finished, why is there something wrong with this stall, or...you try voice-to-text?"

"You are really my sister, you are so thoughtful, but I can't finish writing in two or three months, at least a year and a half."

Sister Wang became anxious after hearing this: "Dongyang, you are very popular now, and your books are also very popular. Let me tell you, you can't slack off..."

"Crack-"

Listening to He Dongyang's mind is not here anymore, Sister Wang was still talking, but she hung up the phone with a "snap", unplugged the phone, stumbled and hid behind the door of the studio with the phone in her mouth.

That's not an illusion, Xia Shuang is back.

As if there were eyes in the back, He Dongyang could feel her step into the studio, and the security door opened in the next second.

If it's half a step late, you'll have to wear it!

Sister Wang is also a person who doesn't know the gunpowder is flying around here. Seeing the sudden disconnection, she persistently calls back.

He Dongyang quickly canceled the pork belly order and turned off the machine. If he could sweat, He Dongyang's forehead would already be sweaty.

She put her soft ears on the door, and heard something was wrong outside, not only Xia Shuang came back, but also someone outside.

Because of the door, and because He Dongyang was about to explode, she couldn't hear the details of the conversation outside, only heard "coffee shop... amusement park... weekend...", just a few words.

"Ah."

He Dongyang sneered, walking backwards with a stern face, feeling really bad in his heart, it's fine to take it home many times, and he still has a weekend date.

In broad daylight, she felt green enough to glow.

It doesn't seem quite right to say that, they broke up, each other is in the past tense, and the old love is not even counted.

The more he thought about it, the more heartwarming he became. He Dongyang clenched his teeth on the phone, looking very pitiful and dejected. Like a deflated balloon, she sat down on... the palette.

On the palette!

Sticky, sticky ass, as if sitting on top of papa.

She got up in a hurry, and swayed the dragon tail on the painting beside her. He Dongyang didn't pay attention, but felt a little pain. When she turned her head to see what color her butt was dyed, she realized that the painting had suffered.

This painting is a forest, although there is an extra mark on it, it does not affect its original beauty.

He Dongyang curled his lower lip and shook his head slowly, his voice was like fine lines: "Look at this composition, from far to near, from near to far relying on each other, look at this light, the finishing touch."

It was Xia Shuang's random drawing a month ago. He Dongyang remembered that she liked it very much, and he didn't know if it would be too late to fix it.

He Dongyang couldn't help feeling guilty, tears glistened in his eyes, and he stretched out his claws to wipe off the paint that touched it.However, the tactility of the paint was really not that good, He Dongyang was disgusted for a moment, and Shun Zuo took three paw prints on the painting.

She immediately: "..."

No, Xia Shuang was having a tryst with others outside, but she felt guilty because of her unintentional mistake here, and she was not the Virgin Mary, what kind of affection was she doing.

Turning his head to see the culprit who kicked her butt on the ground, the vertical lines in He Dongyang's pupils were extremely coquettish, mysterious and weird.

Bad ideas come up.

……

Within an hour of going out, the drizzle suddenly turned into a violent storm. Sitting behind the steering wheel, she couldn't see the road clearly. Xia Shuang decided to cancel the trip and find someone to go home to repair the water pipes.

After explaining the situation to the master, Lin Xin rushed to call her.

After a few words, Xia Shuang noticed that the cat was not on the sofa. While listening to Lin Xin, she searched for the cat everywhere.

There is indeed no sofa, and I searched behind the TV. After removing a few cat hairs, there is no sign of a cat.

She was absent-minded, and Lin Xin consciously stopped disturbing her. Just in time, the master finished work and left.

After calming down, Xia Shuang was about to be too lazy to look for it, when she remembered that she hadn't seen the studio. She turned off the flashlight function of her phone, clapped her hands and pushed open the studio door.

The pointed feet moved indoors for half a second, and Xia Shuang was stunned. The moment she picked up the cat, she should have thought that such a thing would happen sooner or later.

Just after He Dongyang finished hiding his cell phone, he stood at her feet, shaking his beautiful innocent eyes, trying to look up at Xia Shuang.

"Meow~"

After looking at it, the damaged painting is not important. Xia Shuang's raised eyebrows were forcibly suppressed by her midway, but the raised corner of her mouth had no chance to be saved.

Then, the half-squat that He Dongyang was familiar with appeared, and the woman stretched out her fair and fair Sai Xue's hand to her, and gently grabbed her slender neck.

He Dongyang struggled for a second, and then he was mentioned at a height where he could meet Xia Shuang's eyes. He Dongyang was about to call her by her name.

"Yangyang, why are you so naughty, and you even come into the studio to play?"

The yin-yang tone of voice hadn't been heard for a long time, but there was even the slightest kindness. He Dongyang was arrested and didn't expect to get out of his body, but he didn't want to be too cowardly.

"It's hard to wash when you get your body so dirty."

He Dongyang licked his pink nose: "Meow, meow, meow."

Cats don't like to take a bath, and Xia Shuang hasn't washed her since she picked her up, so today is just the time to give each other their first time.

Xia Shuang did all her calculations, but she didn't realize that He Dongyang was not an ordinary cat. When she saw the cat whose fur was wet, it was still a big ball floating on the water. She was enjoying hugging the little yellow duck in the bathtub, with an expression There is looseness.

The water temperature adjusted by the predecessor is very comfortable, and the shower gel is also fragrant, which is many times better than the one from the pet store.The above are the additional factors that He Dongyang enjoys so much, and the key that makes her most secretly happy is that Xia Shuang waits for her to take a bath.

The water vapor is dense, and the little head is dizzy, and it has already been flying nine days away.

Xia Shuang rubbed the peach-flavored pet shower gel with gloves, brushed the cat from head to tail, and then from the tail to the front, slowly rubbing upwards.

She was wearing white thin gloves, so when she touched a few small bumps, both she and the cat in the water paused.

He Dongyang yelled in his heart: "Asshole, that's mine...um!!!"

Naturally, He Dongyang was angry not because Xia Shuang touched her, lived together for so many years, and hadn't explored anywhere, but because she had several pimples now, and Xia Shuang touched them all with a slap.

The sense of shame gradually went up, and He Dongyang couldn't control it even if he wanted to.

She stood up like a carp, angrily about to crawl out, Xia Shuang pushed her back into the water, and turned her upside down the next moment, checking her belly with a serious face.

Of course, Xia Shuang's delayed movement just now has nothing to do with shyness or other emotions. By the way, she has had a cat for almost a week, and she hasn't figured out whether the cat is male or female.

After looking at it, Xia Shuang knew that it was a kitten.Speaking of which, do female cats have to be sterilized like male cats?

Escaping from Xia Shuang's grasp, He Dongyang fell back into the water, thinking sullenly, the pain he suffered now has compensated for the painting, and even surpassed it by a lot.

If a cat is born like this, it will never be happy again.

Xia Shuang carefully washed He Dongyang, dried her and put her in a cage, and then pasted her dirty painting on the door of her cage.

He Dongyang felt like being nailed to the pillar of shame.

This was not enough, He Dongyang was bored comparing the paw prints, and a word that made the cat die on the spot could not help but slip into her ears.

"Hello, I would like to ask, how old do cats need to be for birth control, and how far in advance should the appointment be made?"