Because of fear, the little milk cat is struggling with all its might, while screaming softly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Huangfu Yaoyang looked sideways at the little milk cat in the bodyguard's hand and stretched out his palm.

The bodyguard saw his thoughts, carefully put the little milk cat in his hand, and did not forget to remind, "Be careful, its claws are very powerful." ”

The little milk cat was put to Huangfu Yaoyang's applause, a little scared and wanted to escape, Huangfu Yaoyang immediately tightened his fingers, the little guy was pinched and hurt, and immediately struggled hard, and grabbed his hands with several bloody wounds.

"Mr. Earl, to relax, you can touch it with your hand." The old butler reminded from the side.

Huangfu Yaoyang frowned and looked at the blood marks on his palm that were scratched by the small thing, relaxed his fingers slightly, stretched out his big hand, and stroked the back hair of the little snowball.

His movements were slightly stiff, and the little snowball was uncomfortable, twisting restlessly and trying to run again.

He immediately tightened his hand, and the little one screamed again in pain.

"Be lighter." The old butler bent down and touched the little one's back as if demonstratively.

Huangfu Yaoyang followed his example, relaxed his fingers, gently held it, and stroked it with his palm.

The little milk cat, who had been scared, felt its gentle fingers, gradually settled down, coiled its tail and shrunk in his palm, and half-squinted its eyes in enjoyment.

Finally, he stretched out his little pink tongue and licked his palm, and then put the little head on his fingers.

"Go to the consignment office, check the consignment note for this little thing, I want to know where she is going." Gently stroking the little thing in his arms with the palm of his hand, Huangfu Yaoyang raised his face to look at the plane that had turned into a small black dot, and raised his lips slightly, "Little snowball?" cher？！ I prefer your French name. ”

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A day later.

New York, midnight.

The door of a student apartment was gently pushed open, and a tall, slender figure walked in.

The night light in the living room reflected her face, which was a delicate little face, with a slightly tired look in her dark eyes.

This one is Leng Ono who rushed back from Jamaica.

Jamaica was not far from New York, and the direct flight was four or five hours, and in order to confuse Huangfu Yaoyang, she deliberately changed her plane to come back, delaying the time.

If she knew that the guy would chase her to the airport, she wouldn't have tossed so much.

This student apartment is the apartment she shares with her good friend Song Anya, two bedrooms, one for one person, she lives on the left-hand side, and Song Anya lives on the right-hand side.

Glancing at Song Anya's room with the lamp dimmed, Leng Xiaoye turned around and walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.

I pinched out a bag of bread from it, rummaged through it, and found another box of tomato sauce.

Even after eating a few in-flight meals, the cash on her body had been spent, and she was already hungry by now.

As soon as I took the bread out, I heard a strange noise in the living room.

Leng Xiaoye looked sideways, and saw two figures walking in from outside the door entangled, kissing while walking, and still taking off each other's clothes.

Through the faint light, Leng Ono recognized the girl as Song Anya, and the boy was a blonde white boy, whom she didn't recognize.

Is there a mistake with this girl?

"Ya, don't you have a roommate?"

Song Anya threw off the T-shirt on her body, hugged the blonde boy again, turned her face up, let the other party kiss her chest, and gasped heavily, "Don't worry, that girl won't come back, and no one will come to disturb us." ”

In the kitchen, Leng Ono's brows furrowed suddenly.