The little stupid cat spoiled by the boss

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Xu Anning had a long and distant dream.

There is no color in the dream, only the begonias in the troupe garden are in full bloom.

For some reason, he became an actor, with ink splashing long hair, wearing a large opera robe, the robe is also colorless, if there is anything to say, it is just a little gray, blending with the dream One color.

Like a few floating clouds, gray clouds.

He waved his sleeves lightly, and a charming little song flowed out of his mouth naturally, just like the melody sung by a nightingale on a branch of a begonia, babbling and babbling.

Just as she was indulging in her own singing voice, a pair of narrow and strange eyes appeared in the depths of Haitang!

Those eyes peered at him motionlessly, with a layer of obscenity, evil and impetuous light, like a wild, obscene, and senseless big. Sex. Devil!

Immediately afterwards, an ethereal and misty voice came from all over the world, like the big sex monster yelling with a wicked smile when it was catching its prey: You can scream as much as you want, even if your throat is broken, it's useless!

Although the voice just kept repeating two words: "Lin Shen, Lin Shen, Lin Shen..."

Xu Anning wanted to scold her mother, but the rough words turned into an opera with a Beijing accent: "Who~ who the fuck~ is... over there, pretending to be a ghost there~ ah..."

Scared himself!

This, this fuck, is there a ghost?

He quickly covered his mouth, looked left and right, but didn't see anyone, his skinny fingertips were slightly folded, he lifted his opera robe and ran away.

He fled all the way, and the voice chased him all the way. Countless begonias in the garden were hung down by the long opera robes, and one by one withered, they also chased him all the way, staining the hem of the clothes red.

Running away, running away, finally waking up.

He opened his eyes in panic, but the voice was still lingering in his ears: "Lin Sheng, Lin Sheng..."

It's just that it's not as weird as in the dream, and has become a shriveled man's voice!

Xu Anning turned his black and bright eyeballs, lifted his eyelids to look for the source of the sound, but saw a strange man with grass-green hair dyed lying on his bedside, with one hand still firmly grasping his own, murmuring sleepily Write: "Lin Sheng..."

It's like a repeater that is about to run out of power...

What the hell!

My mother said, how could I have such a strange dream!

Inexplicably filled with anger, he withdrew his hand and asked angrily, "Hey! Who the hell are you?"

The black mountain old demon suddenly woke up, and found that the hand he was holding tightly in his palm was gone, he grabbed the air indiscriminately to look for it, and his tone became hurried: "Lin Sheng, my little student..."

"I gave birth to your father's egg? Are you sick? One bite at a time, is it called a soul?"

Heishan old demon heard him scolding clearly, so he collected himself, rubbed his sleepy peach blossom eyes, and looked at the face he had been thinking about day and night.

It is the handsome face that has lost a lot of weight in the memory, the lips that are slightly pursed up like a smile but not a smile, and the beautiful Danfeng eyes that reveal the loneliness, coldness and arrogance in the memory.

It was the person he had been searching for for hundreds of years to be reincarnated, and it was the dish that he wanted to eat in his mouth even in his dreams!

It's him, it's him, it's him!

"Lin Sheng!"

The Montenegro old demon committed a nympho, so he opened his arms to hug him!

"call!"

But before he even touched that person, a pillow flew towards him!

"Crazy!!! Can you give me a way to survive, stop reading these two words???"

Xu Anning seemed to have eaten a one-kilogram dynamite packet, and couldn't take it anymore!

The black mountain old demon was very aggrieved, took off the pillow and twitched his nostrils, crushed a drop of red in his peach blossom eyes, and looked at him miserably: "Lin Sheng, don't you remember me?"

"........."

Xu Anning completely collapsed, and begged him for mercy, "Brother, I'm not Lin Shen, my name is Xu Anning, Xu Anning's Xu, Xu Anning's An, Xu Anning's Ning, understand?"

Chapter 40 You Dare To Kick Your Old Gong...

The Montenegro old demon just realized that he has lost his composure seriously. He has already been reincarnated, and I don't know how many times he has been reincarnated, and the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows is gone. He will definitely not remember me.

But it doesn't matter, it really doesn't matter, I just remember him!

I'll make him fall in love with me slowly!

I will give him infinite tenderness and let him be greedy for my love!So good that he can't leave me!

Just like he did to me hundreds of years ago!

Putting his mind away, he smiled at the sad red-haired man on the bed: "I'm sorry, I lost my composure just now, I know your name is Xu Anning, yes, let me introduce myself first, I am your old Gong, Bai Ze!"

"What? What did you say?"

Xu Anning had never heard such a weird self-introduction, and thought it was an auditory hallucination.

A thin and bare hand cupped his ears, making a movement that I didn't hear clearly.

"I said I was your old Gong, Bai Ze!"

The green-haired man had a pair of affectionate and cold peach blossom eyes, and once his tone became harsh, it gave people the feeling that others owed him hundreds of millions and did not pay back.

The nature of snakes is cold and venomous, revealing them invisible, and will form a powerful shocking force with an infinite sense of oppression!

If it were someone else, his legs would definitely tremble with fright, but the person in front of him is Xu Anning!

"What??? Old Gong???"

This person's brain must have been flooded, right?And it's poured a lot, the kind whose nerves have long been short-circuited?

Danfeng's eyes and tails raised slightly, and the red-haired man subconsciously wanted to grab the lip ring, but when his white teeth bit his lower lip, he suddenly realized that the lip ring he had been wearing all along was gone!

Because of his physical illness, although his lips are beautiful, they have no color at all, and are slightly as pale as paper, like peach petals that have lost their pinkness.