Chapter 3 The Milk Murderer President

Of course, this is not to say that Ye Nantian is not knowledgeable, or that Wen Yihuan is really a beauty with more than seven points, but Ye Nantian always feels that she has some familiar feelings, which makes his heart tickle, as if he is eager to try when he is alone with someone he has liked for a long time.

"Wang!" Ye Nantian involuntarily barked, and the milky voice made Wen Yihuan put down the work at hand, and rubbed the soft top of the puppy with a smile.

It's true, when you become a dog, you can't control yourself from expressing your emotions...... Ye Nantian let her knead it depressedly, and his eyes rolled, but he saw the computer screen that she didn't have time to close.

The screen is the main page of the browser, and it just happened to push the pop-up window of the Pain News, and Ye Nantian saw his face on the picture.

Slightly curly short chestnut hair, born with slightly lighter amber pupils, thick eyebrows trimmed into a somewhat rebellious upward shape, the whole face is clean and bright like a handsome and untouched teenager.

This is him...... Ye Nantian looked down at his small and crispy claws again, and almost screamed sadly. After a while, he reacted and tried to read the news headlines on Wen Yihuan's lap.

Tragic retribution! Idol giant Ye Nantian was seriously injured in a car accident! The person in charge of the company was not known......

Before he could look down further, Wen Yihuan snapped the computer and rubbed his temples as if he was tired.

Car accident...... Seriously injured...... Not yet life-threatening? Ye Nantian lowered his head and thought hard, he couldn't recall the scene at that time, the loud noise and pain in his memory were probably the car accident. It's just that his body is injured, why is the consciousness transferred to this dog's body?

This explosive news was beyond the scope of Ye Nantian's common sense, he curled up with a bitter face, now, what he needed most was more information and getting in touch with Stephen, but, as a dog, how could he get a channel to contact the outside world?

Because Wen Yihuan is an absolutely self-disciplined person, at eleven o'clock in the evening, she always turns off the lights and goes to bed on time. Originally, she wanted to lock Ye Nantian on the balcony, but as soon as the little milk dog was thrown into the kennel, she whimpered milkily, and she had to take the small thing in her arms and bring it into the bedroom.

"Forget it, this apartment doesn't have much space anyway." Wen Yihuan, a poor teacher who couldn't afford to buy a house, comforted herself, holding Ye Nantian's paw and said word by word, "Don't scream, don't snore, if you're hungry, go eat by yourself, otherwise you will sleep on the balcony, do you hear?" ”

The ghost made the gods worse, Ye Nantian shook his tail and nodded.

Wen Yihuan was surprised this time: "It's quite human...... Looking at it this way, the IQ of the golden retriever is not low. ”

Ye Nantian turned his head, the dog's obedient instinct to wag his tail is really annoying!

Ye Nantian, who chose to lie in the corner of the bed, had been listening to Wen Yihuan's breathing while sleeping in clothes. This low-cost apartment is in a relatively poor suburb and is deserted day and night. Ye Nantian opened his eyes wide in the dark, trying his best to control himself not to sleep, and at the same time always paying attention to Wen Yihuan's state.

Her breathing as she slept was soft, like a shallow wave brushing her ears. Ye Nantian hadn't slept with anyone else since he was sensible, but tonight he felt that listening to other people's breath was a very strange thing, but he didn't feel disgusted at all.

Wen Yihuan gave him a very familiar feeling, every time he saw her face, Ye Nantian would lose his mind for a moment, but he didn't know the reason.

It was easy to wait until Wen Yihuan fell asleep, and Ye Nantian turned over lightly like a thief. He shook the fluff off his body, struggled to walk on his short legs, jumped from the bed to the desk, his paws trembling slightly with excitement pressing the power button of the computer.

The screen lit up, and Ye Nancai breathed a sigh of relief.

He couldn't wait to know more about his body, so he could only secretly borrow Wen Yihuan's computer after she fell asleep.

As a dog, or the kind of milk dog that is as small as one hand to pick up, whether it is moving the mouse or typing on the keyboard, it is a little difficult. Ye Nantian tried several times, but because of his lack of strength and accuracy, he couldn't even open the browser, and he used enough strength to open the folder that Wen Yihuan put on the desktop.

In the folder were scanned copies of work certificates and ID photos, Ye Nantian glanced at the ID photo curiously, and couldn't help but smack his lips.

The girl's hair in the photo was all combed back, revealing a brain, and she should have been able to find a trace of Wen Yihuan's current appearance, but it was all covered by the rustic big black-framed glasses. After a second glance, Ye Nantian suddenly seemed to have been hit, and froze in place.

He seems to ...... remembered who Wen Yihuan was......