4 The bloodthirsty gun king has a cat (4)

The young man's tall and handsome figure appeared at the door but did not respond.

He casually leaned against the door, glanced around inside lightly, and his eyes stopped on the white ball on the small stool.

Si Huailin paused and blinked his beautiful eyes without looking away.

The woman who came in with Suna in her arms noticed that Wan's eyes had been on it, and asked doubtfully:

"Wan, is this your cat?"

"Um."

There was no emotion in the young man's cold voice.

The woman was surprised.

Not only because Wan would answer her, but also because it was unbelievable!

With the temperament of a cold-blooded animal like Wan, he still raises animals? !

Not a mysophobia? ? ?

And it’s such a soft and waxy little cat!

What's the matter with the inexplicable contrast between cuteness and cuteness.

Since it was someone else’s pet, the woman had no choice but to endure the pain and said:

"Take it back for a while, it seems to have no energy."

Originally, she planned to raise it herself.

There was calmness in the young man's dark and deep icy eyes. He glanced at the woman, then stepped forward with his long legs, and arrived in front of the small bench in two or three steps.

He slowly squatted down, reached out to pick up the fur ball on the chair, and gently held it in his arms.

Suna felt a familiar scent, which made her feel relaxed. Subconsciously, she crawled into his arms and found a more comfortable position.

He also let out a small "Woo...".

Si Huailin didn't expect it to move on its own.

The soft and small touch in his arms made him a little overwhelmed, and his arms became stiffer.

I was hesitant for a while, but finally I didn't shake it off.

In the dream...

"Nabao likes to eat sweets, hates chili peppers, and gets lost easily..."

The girl stood outside, peering through the crack in the door to see the boy inside carefully recording her preferences.

His face was blurry.

His unique fragrance exudes in the air, and it smells good.

The picture was too hazy, and I could vaguely hear the young man's helpless sigh.

"My little baby is so high maintenance."

His tone was slightly raised, and he touched the tip of his heart gently like a feather, feeling a little itchy.

…………

…………

after a long time.

The little kitten in my arms was still sleeping soundly.

Will you be sick?

Si Huailin pursed his lips, and his jaw line was sharp, as if there was ice that penetrated his bones.

He walked to the underground garage, picked up a black car, and put the kitten on the passenger seat.

But something suddenly occurred to him, so he raised its soft and tender paws and glanced at its small pads.

Well, clean.

If Suna knew that he actually disliked her, she would probably explode in a minute.

Si Huailin drove expressionlessly and glanced somewhere outside the window.

As if unintentionally, when he turned around again, his eyelashes were half closed and his eyes were slightly thoughtful.

Tsk!

Send to pet hospital.

The doctor briefly checked its condition and recorded:

"It should be that he went through strenuous exercise, and the injury and infection on his arm were not treated in time. The overall situation is pretty good, but he has a slight fever."

The young man glanced at the list and said in an unclear tone:

"I'm going to leave first. If I don't come back later, I'll leave you here temporarily."

"Oh...oh good!"

call!

The doctor breathed a sigh of relief. Just standing opposite this big man made people panic invisibly.

Si Huailin walked into the alley, opened a hidden door, and walked casually.

Stepping rhythmically in the quiet corridor adds a touch of eerieness and mystery to the dark environment.

He didn't turn on the light, but he noticed a gleam in the darkness. The boy stopped emotionlessly.

The person in the dark seemed to be impatient with waiting, just when he cocked the pistol and prepared to shoot.