It’s Hard Being the Bad Guy - Chapter 109

Wang Jue took three steps in two steps, holding the black dumpling and quickly went upstairs to the room, and locked the door behind him.

“Let’s see if there is any injury.” He was so soft that he couldn’t put Wen Ai on the bed any more, carefully turning over the greasy locks of hair, his lips were tightly pressed into a line, his expression was unprecedented seriousness, he He restrained, his hands still trembling slightly. It was not until he confirmed that every inch of the skin under the hair was still pink and intact, and there were no bruises or wounds, that his heart hung up high did it fall to the ground top-heavy.

Wen Ai was very cooperative throughout the whole process. He obediently allowed Wang Jue to check. It was time to lie down and expose his belly. It was the little girl who looked at Wang Jue with trembling eyes and had lingering fears.

Wang Jue was panting heavily, violent emotions intertwined in his chest, anger, self-blame, guilt, doubt, fear, violent, these emotions ballooned like a balloon, which made him feel stuffy. Layers of precarious reason broke through.

He bit his posterior molars and tried his best to speak calmly, not wanting to scare the little milk cat under his palm: “Baby, can you change it back?”

The little milk cat shook her head and patted him lightly, leaving two clear black paw prints on the back of his hand. As if he didn’t expect that he was so dirty, Wen Ai lifted his paw and looked at it in surprise. He was sure that the two black plum blossoms came from his own handwriting, so he embarrassedly stuck out his tongue to lick it off for Wang Jue. Just licked it suddenly. He jumped back three feet high, turned over half a week in mid-air, fell on the bed and threw an onion upside down, reacting as if he had licked his stool.

Wang Jueben was still trapped in deep suspicion and anger. He was amused by this job and laughed, most of the gloom on his face disappeared. Seeing Wen Ai smelling and sniffing on himself, he was disgusted with something, so he took him to the bathroom, and the water flowing to the floor drain took a long time before it turned clean. Wen Ai was originally pocket-sized. After the shower, the fluffy fur of bluffs was docilely clinging to his body, and the whole looked almost like a thin mouse.

Wen Ai was most unhappy with this bald picture. Meow, meow, urged Wang Jue to dry him. Wang Jue took out the wet cat cub with a towel and drove the soft warm wind to blow his hair. Take care of everything.

When it was almost dry, the fluffy and lovely image of Wen’ai had recovered. The hair dryer swept across the snow-white belly, and waves of snow waved backwards, softly stroking Wang Jue’s hand. With the warm breeze, Wen Ai squinted his eyes halfway, and there was a mumbling and pleasant sound in his throat.

In the warm atmosphere, Wang Jue’s mood gradually calmed down, and finally dared to ask what happened to Wen Ai. Wen Ai couldn’t say anything. He jumped and panted with four short legs. Wang Jue still looked confused.

“In this way, you type by yourself.” Wang Jue put the phone in front of Wen Ai, and the round cat’s paws tripped and tripped for a long string. To the effect, he met a person last night and listened to that person’s story. When he was moved, he gave away his own demon power, turned into his original form and slept all night. As soon as he woke up in the morning, he was madly chased by the female cat Sa Yazi in the yard…it took a while to recover.

The last trace of anger in Wang Jue’s heart was gone, and he couldn’t say whether he was crying or laughing: “I thought it was who beat you back to the original shape… No, why don’t you breathe with me for such a big thing? If you help, just help. At any rate, you can save yourself some demon power and protect yourself at a critical time. If you didn’t have me just now, wouldn’t you be bullied by the female cat in the yard?”

Wen Ai stood up with two hind feet as support, and held it by Wang Jue’s wrist, rubbing it with his furry head, and occasionally swept his drooping ears heavily.

Wang Jue’s wrist was adorned with the softest and most velvety dumplings in the world, and he could feel the warm belly with his fingers, and his heart collapsed, no matter where he was willing to be harsh, he sighed and said: It’s hard to pinch, baby, I was really scared just now. Don’t do this in the future, okay? You give yourself up, but you can’t give me up too. Think about how painful I should be if you come out… …”

The original plan was accidentally disrupted, and there was no one in the room. Wang Jue didn’t want to cause unnecessary suspicion and trouble, so after lunch, he checked out and went on the road. Wen Ai lay on the back shelf, looking at Qiuluan Ancient Town. Shrinking smaller and smaller, until the turn is completely invisible, before jumping to the co-pilot flexibly.

Wang Jue rubbed his head: “I’ll bring you next time. You must have a whole lot of shopping. There is still good scenery waiting for us.”

Wen Ai dangling his tail, meowing twice at the car stereo, Wang Juedao said “Oh!”, and the button was turned, the rock music instantly exploded in the car! Wen Ai pricked up his ears and exploded his hair, and shot Wang Jue’s legs like a bullet, scratching his belly, but his claws were too tender, and he didn’t scratch the skin.

Wang Jue grinned, shaking his head and shaking his head in the rhythm of the excitement: “Baby, hurry up and move by yourself!”

“…” Wen Ai wanted to lower his head and give him a bite!

Wang Jue first went to the pet shop to buy some necessities for Wen’ai, then got on the highway and continued to drive west.

Wen Ai hasn’t been a cat for a long time, and it took two days to get used to the feeling of being a cat. When visiting the scenic spots, he squatted on Wang Jue’s shoulders, condescendingly enjoying the broad view. The proud and clever appearance attracted many tourists to stop and watch, and they all took out their mobile phones to take pictures.

After hanging around in Lingjing Lake for five days, the two men refurbished on the road, passing a large service station, many passing cars stopped to supplement supplies, and Wang Jue got out of the car. It was less than six o’clock in the morning, Wen Ai curled up in a bamboo basket cushioned with a wormwood pillow, sleeping sweetly. Wang Jue couldn’t worry about putting his valuables in the car and carrying the bamboo basket into the supermarket.

Regardless of the small Wen Ai, the appetite is larger than when it was in the human form. Every time he ate it chubby. Seeing that he was a little fatter, he became more and more naive. Wang Jue took all the snacks that Wen Ai likes he could find. The supermarket should have just been ransacked by a large tourist group, and many things were sold out. Wang Jue went around to find the puffed food shelf and prepared to get some more potato chips. Just left, who knew the shelves were empty, and the tour group, like the locust swarm, swept away the good things.

As Wang Jue came closer, a middle-aged man stood in front of the shelf, holding a bag of the last remaining mustard flavor. The man wore a worn-out striped shirt with mud spots all over his trousers, a pair of green rubber shoes, and was dressed as a standard laborer. He looked at the pictures and words on the packaging bag over and over, shaking the potato chips inside, and found that someone was not far away. He straightened his body immediately, embarrassed by his behavior just now, and tried to hide it.

Wang Jue smiled at him friendly: “The last package, good luck!” After turning around, after a few steps, he heard the sound of potato chips approaching from behind.

“Little brother.” The man said, “Can you help me see if the expiration date has passed?”

Wang Jue helped him watch it. It was not expired yet. The man took the potato chips back and was very grateful: “Thank you! I just watched it for a long time without finding out where to look. I bought it for the first time…”

Wang Jue said, “I ate mustard flavor for the first time. Maybe this is the last time you bought it.”

“It’s not me, it’s for my daughter. She clamored to eat this last time, but didn’t buy it for her.” The man looked at the bag again. “Why is it the last time? Was the mustard taste bad?”

Wang Jue was about to speak, and pierced into a sharp boy’s voice: “Ah—-! Kitten!”