The little stupid cat spoiled by the boss

It was also thanks to his unrealistic expectations that the later Ning An'an was able to return to the original Ning An'an.

……

The little spider came out of the bathroom after taking a shower. There was a silk flower robe hanging on her body as white as snow. The robe was casually opened, and a few milky white abdominal muscles that were not plump but well-proportioned were clearly displayed under the robe. The shallow mermaid line spreads towards the depths of the flowery pants, under which are a pair of slender and round legs.

He was still wearing sunglasses, a soft gray towel was placed on his head, and his slender knuckles were wiping his hair casually. When he saw Pei Yiyi who was holding his mobile phone by the bed in a daze, his fingertips paused slightly.

Then he walked over a few steps, leaned beside him and leaned over to his head with the towel on it, raised his sunglasses to look at the handsome man, "Are you looking at your photos again?"

Pei Yiyi turned off the screen, reached out and pinched his cheek, "I'm thinking about your old lover."

"What do you want him for?"

The little spider was still angry, so he tore off the towel and threw it away vigorously.

Pei Yiyi picked it up for him patiently, stretched out his hand to help him wipe his hair, "You said your old lover is not dead, so he is not dead either?"

The little spider was obviously taken aback.

When he saw the blood ball, the blood ball was indeed not dead, it was still moving its mouth, as if it was breathing or something.

So he imagined that mouth shape, opening and closing to restore that mouth shape.

Pei Yi didn't understand, "What?"

The little spider explained: "When I saw him, he kept making this mouth shape, probably because he didn't want to die and was trying to maintain his breath..."

"no……"

Pei Yi suddenly choked up and interrupted him.

It was as if someone had sprinkled a handful of broken glass in his lungs, and he was so sad that he could hardly breathe. The horny phalanges grabbed his hair and pulled it hard, "He's calling Big Fish..."

"He was calling me, he hoped that I could protect him, but I failed..."

The little spider was taken aback suddenly.

He hugged the man into his arms, "Xiao Peipei, are you okay?"

"...It's okay, I'm fine,"

Pei Yiyi's eye circles were bright red: "No, no matter what, I must find your old lover and ask about the situation!"

At this moment, the white-haired boy came back with a bag of peaches.

He went upstairs and carefully knocked on their bedroom door.

The little spider came to open the door. He still had sunglasses on his face, and his nightgown was wide open. He only opened the door a crack, and said in a very unfriendly tone: "What are you doing? I don't know we are having sex/love?"

The white-haired boy was stabbed by these words, his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were in pain, and tremblingly handed over the peach: "You, the peach you want..."

"What time do you still eat? Want to feed Master Fat Ben and steal my man?" The little spider roared irritably, "Ping!" and slammed the door shut!

There was an innocent white-haired boy with an innocent face that wanted to cry, his arms stretched out, his pale fingertips twisting a bag of peaches, and his whole body stiffened.

The little spider returned to the room, covered Pei Yiyi with a quilt, and whispered in his ear: "I cleaned up that little bitch for you, good night now?"

"Good night."

Pei Yiyi hugged a fluffy puppet cat and fell into a deep sleep.

The little spider formed a light and beautiful silk net hammock on his ceiling, and hung himself on it.

……

Early the next morning, Luo Qingyi brought Ning An'an to the flashlight factory.

At the back of the mountain on the outskirts of the city, City A is also known as Ziwei City, and the suburbs of the city are already full of colorful crape myrtle flowers.

The entire factory is also hidden in a crape myrtle bush, people walking in it, not like being in a factory, but like being in a manor full of flowers.

Ning Anan was attracted by Kazuki's blue crape myrtle flowers, she insisted on not moving her eyes away, she pulled Luo Qingyi and asked, "Why is this kind of flower also blue?"

"It's polluted by heavy metals, because this area is full of factories, especially the flashlight factory, where the mercury pollution is quite serious." Luo Qingyi answered patiently in the way a straight man answers questions.

At this time, a slightly rough voice sounded: "President Luo, what brought you here?"

Luo Qingyi turned sideways and saw Gao Dalong at a glance.

Gao Dalong was wearing a set of blue-gray overalls. He was not tall, a little shorter than Ning An'an. He looked very ordinary, but had a bright smile.

"I'm here to tell you something, and I'll make a dividend by the way." Luo Qingyi doesn't like procrastination.

Gao Dalong's expression changed slightly, but he didn't dare to shirk, and politely invited Luo Qingyi to the office: "President Luo please."

Ning Anan looked at the dark office, then at the crape myrtle flowers in the yard, and didn't want to go in, so she acted like a baby to Luo Qingyi: "An An wants to play outside."

Luo Qingyi stroked his hair fondly: "Only around here, don't run too far, don't bask in the sun, and don't go out of the gate, huh?"

"Well, An An just take a look at Hua Hua!"

"Okay, let's go."

Luo Qingyi patted him on the shoulder, watched him run to pick up petals under a crape myrtle tree, and then smiled and followed Gao Dalong into the office.

It was the first time in Gao Dalong's life that he saw Luo Qingyi smiling, and couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Luo, who is that?"

"My son, Luo Yaoyao."

Luo Qingyi replied lightly.

"Ah, you, your son is already this old?" Gao Dalong was a little surprised.

Luo Qingyi pushed the boat smoothly: "Yes, do you need money if you don't want to go to university?"

Gao Dalong: "..."

After the two of them went into the office to talk about things, Ning Anan returned under the blue crape myrtle tree. He stretched out his white and slender hand like jade, gently touched the delicate blue petals, and said in a childlike voice as if comforting : "You are not polluted, you are the prettiest, just like An An, always the most beautiful cat, huh?"