The elevator ascended smoothly and rapidly, and after reaching the top floor, it opened with a loud bang to bid farewell to the "second generation" of the Morgan family. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

George Morgan, a wealthy "son" who is obsessed with art and beauty, is actually thirty years old this year, although he has no intention of running the family business, he still has some assets under his name, so he can charter this luxurious presidential suite and raise the woman who lives in the suite.

To him, women are like cats, and when he pampers them, George Morgan can tolerate them patiently, no matter how petty the kittens are, such as tonight's charity gala.

Because he didn't take a picture of the set of diamond jewelry that was nothing but expensive, his favorite kitten lost his temper and left the table directly, taking into account the face of friends and social etiquette, George Morgan did not leave the venue alone until the end of the party, with a little displeasure from being ridiculed, and rushed to appease the angry cat.

It's just that when George Morgan opened the door inlaid with ornate gold wires, he heard the faint trembling sound of his cat's ecstasy, and after a moment of stiffness, George told himself that he should have thought too much, but he couldn't help but stride in with jealousy.

The closer he got to the bedroom door, which used to represent his "love", the more the sobs came from the crack of the door that was not completely closed, and the mere listening made George react instinctively, which made him even more angry: he had never received this kind of treatment from his beloved kitten!

I can't tell what kind of mentality it is, obviously the anger is getting stronger and stronger, but the closer he gets to the door, the slower and lighter George Morgan's steps become, standing in front of the door, his hand gently pressing the brass handle, slowly and quietly pushing the door open slightly, making the gap a little bigger enough for him to peep into the room-

Bang bang!bang!bang!bang!bang...... It was George Morgan's sudden and violent heartbeat, and the top-notch air conditioning effect couldn't stop dripping with cold sweat, the doorknobs were wet, and in the dilated pupils: his cat was hanging on the bed with its limbs stretched, and the purple-black ugliness kept going in and out of her flesh!

The flesh peeled away as it went in and out, the waxy transparent paste overflowed through the friction opening, and the smooth skin that George Morgan loved disappeared, the wriggling intestines, the beating heart, the bright red flesh, the yellow fat, the white bones, the coveted teeth, the hollow eyes......

Desperately trying to do something, but his head was blank, his body seemed to be frozen, and he couldn't move, something seemed to rush out of his chest, but it was blocked in his throat, and something seemed to wash him invisibly, making the cold hairs stand up!

knuckles, a pinky finger, two fingers, three ......

Finally struggling to gain some physical command from his fear, George Morgan immediately turned around and tried to flee - "Bang!"

He fell to the ground, his paralyzed legs and feet could not keep up with the command of his brain, and he lost his balance and fell the moment George Morgan writhed, and the extravagant hand-woven wool carpet was soft and sound-absorbing, and the sound of falling to the ground was not loud, but to George Morgan it sounded like lightning grazing his ears.

Before he could stand up, George Morgan crawled towards the gate with his hands and feet, but in two seconds he heard a familiar voice: "What's wrong with you, dear?"

The delicate female voice, which was no different from the previous memory, made George Morgan feel like the cold of minus 273 degrees Celsius caressed his back and the back of his head, as if a group of devouring vicious dogs were attacking from behind.

But he was stopped at the first step, and the familiar white tender hands wrapped around George Morgan's waist and hugged him tightly: "Don't you have a fever? Are you angry with me, because I have a tantrum?"

Through the almost jewel-like glass decoration, George Morgan saw that his cat was still as beautiful as ever, not missing even a few nails, 'hallucination?'

"Hmm~ The smell of wine, are you drunk? must be drunk!" she sniffed between his neck, and then covered her mouth and nose with a disgusted look and retreated: "Hurry up and take a shower and change clothes, I'll pour you a glass of water." ”

Boy's careful review of her back and forth, George Morgan found that he couldn't see anything unusual except that he was slightly ghosted in everything, 'Really drank too much?'

Before being pushed into the bath, George Morgan made a special effort to go back and forth in the bedroom, including the bed, which was clean, and found nothing except a few hairs that he understood.

Soaking in the warm pool water, the comfort of muscle relaxation also made George Morgan gradually believe that he was indeed hallucinating just now, and lo and behold, nothing strange, his cute cat is still his cute cat, and thoughtfully handed him a glass of water.

'Well, when did the lamp turn red, but it's kind of interesting...... The carpet has also been replaced, and it looks smooth and soft...... Is the pool green?and has a faint smell, new essential oils?...... And my little kitten, well, the lights are so dim that I can't see where her little ** is......