Fast time travel: The paranoid villain is sucking in my arms

A few days later.

The Nan family held a grand birthday party, and the birthday girl was naturally Nan Wanwan, the daughter of the Nan Group.

Almost everyone from the upper class was present, but no one knew that the real rich lady was actually someone else.

And every time there is such a large banquet, the original owner will be locked in the room and unable to come out. This is naturally Nan Wanwan's handiwork.

As night approached, the lights in Nan's villa were dim, but there was only one dark and silent room, which was the room where Nan Xiao was.

Third floor.

The door to the house was closed, and she was sitting on the railing of the balcony, swinging her feet leisurely. Her black hair was spread behind her head, and the breeze blew by, making her hair flowing and flowing.

"What is Nan Wanwan doing now?"

Nan Xiao was gnawing on a corn cob in her hand and asked Xiao Bai boredly.

The Nan family was very harsh on the original owner. They only gave him 100 yuan for living expenses every month. The original owner always had a bowl of white rice and a small plate of pickled mustard every day.

The idea of ​​Nan's family is to prevent her from starving to death. Even the clothes in the original owner's wardrobe were thrown away by Nan Wanwan and she no longer wears them.

Nan Xiao was really convinced by the whole family and took out her favorite corn from her own space to eat.

She will not wrong herself.

The space also comes with Xiaobai when it is bound. The initial points are 100. She spent 10 points to buy her favorite corn from the system mall.

But instead of just one stick, you can eat it forever and take it as you go.

In addition, Xiaobai's system mall also has various auxiliary props for her to choose from.

[Change clothes and put on makeup, and I’m going to have the first dance at the banquet with Han Shaozhuo later.]

"Dance?"

Nan Xiao raised her eyebrows and smiled, with a playful expression that suggested she wanted to cause trouble.

"Whether this dance can be performed or not remains to be seen. Once I finish eating this corn, I will go and increase the hatred value."

"Meow~"

Nan Xiao was attracted by the meowing of the cat. She looked down and saw a young man wearing a black sweatshirt standing below. He was wearing a hat and a black mask on his face. He covered himself tightly and didn't want to let anyone know.

People can see his true appearance.

Only a pair of emotionless dark eyes were exposed, with long and thick eyelashes and a tear mole at the end of the eye. He just looked up at her quietly.

Nan Xiao's first impression was that the tear mole at the end of this man's eye was very beautiful.

"Meow~"

The weak cry of a black cat in his hand brought him back to his senses. He lowered his head and rubbed the black cat's head, as if to comfort it.

Nan Xiao noticed that the black cat was soaked to the skin and dripping water, as if it had just been fished out of the water.

Nan Xiao knew that the cat probably drowned accidentally. When she was in the Demon Cult, she liked to keep some cats to accompany her. She would often speak to them, even if the cats couldn't understand them.

Now that I saw the cat, I felt close to him, so I dropped my favorite corn, jumped down from the railing, and landed firmly on the ground.

The young man in black's eyes widened slightly, surprised that she didn't fall even after jumping from such a high place.

"She must have drowned, please show me."

He hesitated for a moment, but the black cat grunted uncomfortably in his hand. After some thought, he handed the cat over.

Nan Xiao took it, grabbed the black cat's hind legs with both hands, hung it upside down for about ten seconds, and then moved it up and down three or four times. The water slowly flowed out of the black cat's mouth and nose.

"Okay, little kitten, you're not going to die."

With a slight tenderness in Nan Xiao's eyes, she took off her coat, gently put it on the black cat, and gently wiped the water off its body with her hands.

During the whole process, the young man in black watched quietly from the side, sometimes turning his head to look at Nan Xiao. For the first time, a glimmer of light burst out in his eyes that were supposed to be dead.

"Young Master, Young Master, where are you?"

The servant on the other side of the wall was shouting anxiously, and the light in the young man's eyes fleetingly disappeared, and he regained his composure.

"Are you calling me?" Nan Xiao looked at the young boy holding the black cat, "Go back quickly, so as not to worry your family."

However, Han Mochen stood still and stared at the cat in Nan Xiao's hand.

Nan Xiao then remembered to hand the cat to him, but Han Mochen didn't accept it.

"What's wrong?"

Han Mochen didn't speak. He raised his eyes and glanced at Nan Xiao again, then turned and walked towards the wall. When he reached the wall, he stopped.

Nan Xiao looked at this strange boy with a puzzled face.

After a while, she realized.

"You came in over the wall, now you want to go back over the wall, right?"

Nan Xiao noticed a large patch of mud on his back and a few small green grass strands on his short hair. He looked embarrassed and pitiful.

Han Mochen nodded lightly.

He jumped over the wall just to save a cat. I don't know whether to call him stupid or call him a good person.

Nan Xiao put down the cat in her hand, walked to the wall and made a trusting gesture.

"Come on, little poor thing, step on my hands or my shoulders and get up there."

She is always willing to be patient with people who like cats.

Han Mochen stood there, motionless, with a little doubt in his eyes.

Why do you call him poor?

Nan Xiao announced that her patience was over.

"It's really troublesome."

Nan Xiao walked up to him and wrapped her fair and slender hands around his waist. They were thin and soft. She couldn't help but squeezed lightly.

It feels pretty good, even better than petting a cat.

Han Mochen instantly trembled all over, his ears turned red, and his dark and bright eyes were filled with anger.

The old gangster Nan Xiao coughed a few times: "Ahem, hold on tight."

Nan Xiao felt the body being held by her tremble slightly again, but he obediently held her neck with his well-jointed fingers.

At that moment, the cold feeling on her fingertips spread from her neck to her whole body.

Is this poor thing made of ice?

Are your hands so cold?

Han Mochen could smell the warm fragrance on her body, which was refreshing, as well as the hot breath spraying on his face, and the sweet yet calm voice.

Even though he didn't know what she wanted to do, he had an inexplicable urge to trust her.

This feeling is as familiar as if it is engraved in my bones.

"Shua——"

Han Mochen only felt that his steps were hanging in the air. When he came to his senses again, he was already standing on the other side of the wall, with the familiar scenery of his home in front of him.

Nan Xiao loosened her arms around his waist, turned around and jumped to the wall, looking back with a smile.

"Poor little one, it's too dangerous to climb the wall. Remember to go through the gate if you want to leave in the future."

After saying that, her figure disappeared.

Han Mochen still stood quietly, motionless for a long time.

"Young Master, Young Master, I finally found you. Where have you been? Are you still so dirty?"

The white-bearded old butler came over and said, "We are all so anxious. If the master finds out that you are missing, he will get angry... Young master, please come back with me quickly."

Han Mochen's eyes froze for a moment, then he turned and left.

The old housekeeper looked at his back with worry. The eldest young master Han Mochen was born to the first wife of the Han family. Unfortunately, he died when he was seven years old. Since then, the originally lively and cheerful young master has become taciturn, and gradually

He also became reluctant to talk to other people, and was eventually diagnosed with autism.

I have seen many psychiatrists over the years, but to no avail.

But today, there was a conflict between father and son. The old man was angry that he didn't live up to his expectations. He was such a grown-up man and yet he locked himself in his room and played with cats all day long.

In a fit of anger, he threw the young master's favorite pet black cat out of the window.

The eldest young master came down to look for it, but couldn't find it even though it was so dirty. The cat must be dead, right?

The father and son don't know what the trouble will be like now...

The old housekeeper sighed again when he thought of this.