My cat looked at me with a little unease in its watery eyes.
I looked at the small tooth on my hand, which was slightly red but not bleeding. My cat still has a steel scale in his heart, and it's really good to measure it.
Seeing that I hadn't moved for a long time, the cat slapped me in the mouth in a pleasing manner. The white moustache trembled slightly in the air, looking very pitiful.
I suppressed the strange emotions in my heart, let go of the hand holding the cat's paw, and pressed the eyebrows a few times.
What's wrong with me.
The cat escaped successfully, and immediately stepped on the low cabinet to triple jump, squatted on top of the freezer and looked down at me, full of air, and changed the look of the aggrieved little daughter-in-law before. I couldn't help but laugh.
This little liar.
…
Before the end of the year, it is the best time to pick the financial community animals that grow in Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen... They have been running around non-stop in these few months... The meat is extremely strong... The catch method is also easy to learn... At 4 a.m. in the lobby bar of major high-end hotels, you can harvest a few financial community animals that are almost confused. . . .
The above is all made up by me because I'm too tired to be delirious.
*1:30am*
I just got off the plane and had no checked luggage, so I pulled the carry-on box and walked to the exit.
The travel assistant on my mobile phone shows that this is my fifth time landing in this city this month.
I tugged at the tie around my neck and made up my mind that if the leader forced me to go out for an extra, thankless and thankless trip on the grounds of the promotion assessment, even in the middle of the night, I would rush to his bedroom and use cigarette ashes. The cylinder hit him in the head.
*1:50am*
- "The G city project lacks a leader, prepare yourself and fly the day after tomorrow, it's hard work."
I:... ...
"OK."
*2:10am*
I found an ATM near the airport and remitted more than half of the year-end bonus I just received yesterday to my home. Tired and tired, scolded and scolded, but I was very happy when I saw the balance of my bank card.
I was sitting in the car and accidentally received a text message from a few friends from the next group. Without exception, they all got the wind in advance and complained that this year's promotion was actually given to a related household and complained for me.
- "You have been working hard for two years in this position of director. Although the department is not big, this position should be yours no matter what. This Cheng Yaojin who was killed halfway is really a villain."
- "It's really brother behavior."
…
I chuckled and turned the steering wheel.
*3:40am*
The most famous gay bar in the city.
With my neck wide open, I drank heavily on the stage with a Vodka glass in my hand, looking lazily at the bodies that were constantly shuffling in front of my eyes.
The hell knows how many 1's I've turned down tonight's gracious invitations.
Yes, another one.
"May I have the honor to know the reason for the rejection?"
Oh, seems like a polite 1, but maybe a licking dog.
I raised my chin and stared at him. He didn't know why, and looked down at the buttons of his shirt.
His eyes don't look like a cat at all, I thought, and they don't look like soft curved lips that are warm to the touch. But I don't want to tell him.
"No appointment." I took another sip of spirits and turned around.
*4:00am*
I called a chauffeur.
I was paralyzed in the co-pilot and asked the uncle next to the driver:
"Master, what was your ex?"
— "Spit 2 in the car... I'm sorry sir, I forgot that this is your own car... Would you like water?"
*4:30am*
I finally got home.
I didn't turn on the light, I touched the edge of the sofa, and sat on the ground.
I wanted to raise my hand to rub my already numb face, but accidentally touched my hand wet.
The cat heard the sound and came over, and the black and white color blocks appeared alternately in the darkness, and the figure was looming.
I have been traveling frequently in recent months, so I asked my neighbors and couple to add some water and cat food every other day.
They take good care of the cat and seem to be fatter than when they left him last week. I think before the New Year, I have to carry another box of New Year's goods for that kind couple.
My cat walked silently beside me, nestled in my lap, the surrounding light was dim, but the cat's eyes were extraordinarily bright. I rubbed my fingers lightly against the cat's cheek, trying to turn the cat's face away.
Because I'm so embarrassed right now.
The cat did not obey, sniffed my hand, and wanted to come up and lick my face again. There are barbs on the cat's tongue, and it hurts to lick on the face... But this guy is really terribly sensible.
I buried my face in the cat hair.
This feeling now is similar to when I was cut off by my ex-boyfriend from all the relationships in the Internet cafe, and when I was caught back to school, I was reading books and doing problems every day, and I was so bored.
Of course, doing the questions is not as interesting as playing games. Sometimes I get really impatient when I write, and I have to tease my deskmate: "Hey, my deskmate, did anyone say you look old and energetic?"
He glanced at me sideways: "You are also very good-looking, showing two tiger teeth when you smile."
Um? Seems like you've been molested in reverse
The girl at the front table turned her head for some reason and looked at us with a face full of words.
My deskmate continued to be serious: "The brain is also very good. If you are willing to study hard, it will be very easy to go to H University."
Going around, going back and forth. I really appreciate his hard work.
But I have to say that my unparalleled talent has helped me earn a lot of face on the score list. When I took the scholarship home that day, my mother was so happy that she put three spoons of salt in the pot.
As soon as I left the house, I met my dad who was swaying with a sullen look on his face.
It seems that he owes gambling debts outside again and is here to ask for money.
I ran home and ran against the door, but I couldn't resist his bullish rush.
I rushed forward to protect my mother, and inevitably a new round smoke wound fell on the back of my neck.
…
When I went back to school, with every step I took, my neckline was rubbing against the wound, and I couldn't help hissing and gasping for air, while saying hello to the classmates I met along the way.
My model deskmate was on duty, meticulously holding the fallen leaves and confetti on the ground, and the afterglow of the setting sun hit his side face, creating a beautiful outline.
He stared at me for a while, then walked over quickly and pulled me into the bathroom, closed the door and asked me what was wrong.
All kinds of grievances that I have never had before suddenly erupted and swept toward me overwhelmingly.
I turned my back, revealing the red smoke wounds below my neckline, and a row of old round wounds below.
My deskmate didn't speak, he blew a few breaths at the place, and then pulled me over again... Maybe he thought his hands were dirty, so he picked up the white T in the school uniform and hurriedly wiped my face .
When I was studying in the evening, my deskmate found a Band-Aid and carefully put it on the back of my neck.
I should have absolutely fallen in love with him from then on.
Such a good person, I really want.
I buried my face in the cat's face and rubbed it. I was surprised to find that the touch was as smooth as satin. I couldn't help rubbing it back and forth a few times. Staying sleepy, he fell on the sofa and fell asleep.
When I woke up the next day, I was a good guy again.
I brushed my teeth, checked the two thank-you text messages that came in one after another on my phone, and then swiped my finger to delete. My cat squatted down obediently, watching me carefully in the mirror.
I looked at myself in front of the mirror and exhaled slowly.
I now reasonably suspect that my cat is my ex-boyfriend.
Three available evidence:
My cat is very sensible and my cat is very caring.