My Husband Turned into Garfield Before the Divorce

I don't mind showing my bad side in front of Adrian, and it would be best to make him dislike me and accept my divorce agreement smoothly.

And I'm about to get divorced, who would pretend to be cute to show him.

I didn't even pretend when I got married, it was just to live a life and give him face.

But Adrian didn't seem to mind my roughness very much. He rolled twice on the plush carpet, and then swished onto my lap.

"what are you doing?"

He stuck his head out of my arms and looked at the computer screen.

"I'll buy you cat food and canned food."

"I want this."

"this?"

"No, the one on the previous page... yes, this one, chicken flavored."

I raised an eyebrow: "Sure, it's quite expensive."

Adrian licked his nose: "That's it."

That's right, it's his money anyway, so why should I worry about it.

After I bought it, I took out the accounting book and wrote the money clearly on it.

"what are you doing?"

"Accounting."

And then this damn stupid cat scratched my ledger to pieces.

I can't take it anymore, I have to be beaten, I have to be beaten.

Adrian jumped up to the top of the cabinet under my chase. Facts once again proved how bold people are and how prolific cats are. A cat that couldn't even get on the bed yesterday can climb the cabinet today.

I stood on the footstool and waved my wand at the top of the cabinet.

The cabinet is too big for me to reach him.

"Come down for me!"

"I do not!"

"get down!"

"you come up!"

"Get down!"

"Come up!"

We confronted each other for a few minutes, and my arms were sore.

Angrily, I ran to the study to find the spell of the summoning spell, and asked the servants to remove all the furniture next to the cabinet, so he can jump off by himself if he has the ability.

In the end, he acted coquettishly and cutely with the passing maid, and jumped off his shoulders.

It's shameless enough.

It's as if his face is big enough to make it thinner.

I stir my cauldron bitterly.

The piercing baby screams in the backyard Disney and Adrian's—

"Help! Ilgos, come here quickly, save me... Ilgos? Husband? My dear? Save your life..."

I checked my ears to make sure I wasn't hallucinating.

I don't mean to do so much, Adrian and I were married for three years, and he called me by my name nineteen times, "who" 23 times, and "hello" 56 times.

husband?Honey?Oh, it doesn't exist at all.

I don't know which of my tendons is wrong, or if these five words really have magical powers, in short, I still hold my magic wand to fulfill my husband and wife responsibilities.

Disney in the backyard was in a mess. A few mandrakes were dug up and thrown on the ground, and a lot of lantern plants that had been hanging on the shelf were also pulled down.

Adrian's four paws were bound by a ball of magical seaweed, and he broke the glass water tank where the seaweed originally lived, and the water inside soaked his fur.

The hair stuck to the face, making the face even more sunken.

"You are finally here, quickly untie it for me."

"To shut up."

I put on earmuffs first, and planted those poor mandrakes back into the soil. The weather was bad last year, and the production of mandrakes decreased. Now this thing is very expensive, and one tree is as small as mine. one month's salary.

Then plant the lantern plants that can be salvaged a bit back into the pots. This stuff is easy to grow, and it can live with some water.

I ended up squatting in front of Adrian.

"Please explain, what is there that is worthy of your rebellion///rebellion."

"I'm sorry." He looked at me seriously, "Sometimes I can't control the cat's consciousness in me, especially these flowers and plants look really attractive."

He raised his short neck and looked at the lantern plant that had returned to the pot, his eyes turned around with the swing of the grass blades, and he tried his best to restrain his claws.

"I have an idea, can you buy me a toy?"

I looked at him blankly: "I think I just need a magic lock."

"Don't do this." Adrian circled around my feet, and I almost stepped on his paw a few times, "Buy a scratching post, a few wind-up mice, or a cat teaser."

I kicked him out of the door without mercy, and then added two locks to the door.

The author has something to say: Have you posted it yet? Irgos is a duplicity guy. He doesn’t care about what he says. In fact, he even remembers how many times the other party called his name clearly in his heart.