MTL - Transmigrating into a 90’s Cat, I Want to Work for My Home Country-Chapter 36 The thirty-sixth cat (2)

People shout their names, bark twice with joy, and wag their tails from side to side.

Li Aiguo's brows were so wrinkled that he could catch flies, he looked around, his eyes suddenly sharp: "Li Fangze, get out of here!"

The sky is getting gloomier and it seems that it will rain torrentially at any time.

Lu Jianhua's flashlight can only illuminate a corner of the flower bed, Li Aiguo's face is cold and stern: "It doesn't matter if I don't come out, I picked up a dog on the street and took it back to the bureau."

Bai Xiaxia was picked up by Song Bei again, like a child.

The arm wrapped around the cat's front legs and hugged the cat from the back, which made Bai Xiaxia very uncomfortable.

"Mi woo..." The Persian cat was wronged, but Song Beiquan didn't see it: "Give me a good reflection!"

"I'll go back to the hospital later and I'll settle the account with you."

The cat kicked its claws unacceptably, and put the bright red left paw under Song Bei's eyelids, trying to arouse the man's conscience that the dog had eaten: "Be yourself."

"Second Uncle!"

A young man came out slowly behind the flower bed, his hair was dyed off-white, and he was wearing a leather jacket and jeans very trendy.

Clang bang bang, with the taste of uninhibited wandering youth.

Li Aiguo showed a constipated expression: "What are you wearing?! Who told you to make such a ghost?!"

The gray-haired Li Fangze spread his hands, stared straight at the snow-white Persian cat, and whistled frivolously: "Yo, with this appearance, two thousand dollars can't be beat."

“Uncle, how about selling it to me?”

Bai Xiaxia was too lazy to take care of the non-mainstream Chinese and second-class, and put her hairy chin on Song Bei's arm, and the injured claws hurt: "Meow!"

Let's go back.

Rumbling, thunder came again, and the crackling rain fell suddenly.

Qin Xiao turned his face slightly, the darkness outside the window was deep and distant.

The transparent window reflects the indifferent and indifferent expression of the young officer, so alienated that there is no trace of popularity.

It's almost 10 o'clock, why haven't you come back?