The little stupid cat spoiled by the boss

Chapter 165

"Yeah, Lord Yao, it seems...it's really a little too much."

"Yaoye, why don't you chase him out and have a look."

"By the way...excuse me?"

The little spider was a little annoyed by their chatter, took a sip of his wine and was not in the mood to eat anymore, so he picked up his coat and went out.

Ye Wenshan also drank a lot of wine, and was trying to persuade Ning An'an on the side of the road, but Ning An'an was still angry, standing on the side of the road rubbing his mouth vigorously with one hand, and holding up the other to hail a taxi.

The whole city was painted with neon lights, and a few dead leaves were blown off randomly by the autumn wind. Passing by his slender figure, he brought a messy corner of his clothes.

The little spider walked over as if nothing had happened, and put his coat on his shoulders: "What kind of car are you hiring? I'll take you back."

Ning An'an really wanted to throw away his coat, and was very angry: "You are really...too much!"

The little spider became impatient, and stretched out his hand to pull his slender wrist: "It's just a joke, can you stop being so stingy? If something happens to your taxi, how can I explain it to little Peipei?"

Ye Wenshan naturally didn't want any conflicts between them. Although it was Pei Yiyi who was green, Pei Yiyi seemed to be a bit of a scumbag. If he knew that the person who was ambiguous with Pei Yiyi was the little spider, he would probably say something expensive. What a mess!

But for the smooth shooting of his commercial, he can only help smooth things over: "An An, don't be angry, we are all good brothers, it's not worth getting angry about trivial things."

Ning An'an was really afraid that he would have an accident while taking a taxi. After all, he was just a little demon who used pearls instead of elixir, and a big monster or a practitioner with slightly higher mana would be able to recognize him at a glance!

And Pei Yiyi also confessed that he must go back with the little spider.

He simply bid farewell to Ye Wenshan and returned to the villa in the car of the little spider.

There was no sound all the way.

Ning Anan was sitting in the back row with a little spider's coat on her shoulders, turning her head to look at the scenery outside the window.

The little spider rested his elbow on the edge of the window glass, leaned his arm on his head, hooked the steering wheel with one hand, and drove the car casually, glancing at the rearview mirror from time to time.

After returning to the villa, Ning Anan threw the coat to him, and went upstairs to go back to the room.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he climbed the stairs, the little spider flew over the railing and bet on the stairs!

With one arm across the stone pillar, he said coldly, "I'm really just joking."

If at the dinner table, Ning An'an could still get angry wantonly, after all, there were so many people at that time, and Ye Wenshan was there, then now, the two of them are alone in the same room, and the little spider's mana is stronger than him, he If he really wanted to do something to him, no one would know even if he blew his throat.

Thinking of this, Ning An'an was unavoidably afraid, and looked at him timidly: "An'an is not angry anymore, get out of the way."

But the little spider didn't move away, and lazily raised his hand in his trouser pocket, his slender fingertips grasped the tiny end of the sunglasses, as if he wanted to take it off: "Don't you want to see my eyes? Let me show you?"

Ning Anan's fingertips were trembling, what on earth did he want to do?

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"Don't look, An'an is tired and has to go back to sleep..."

The more he couldn't see through, the more frightened Ning An'an became, and the chill ran up his back.

But the little spider smiled gently, like a graceful and elegant gentleman.

"I showed it to you, is it my apology to you?"

The sunglasses slowly slipped down on his tall, thin, white nose, revealing his slender eyebrows, beautiful double eyelids, and light brown sparse eyelashes...

Ning An An Xin was trembling violently, wanted to refuse, covered her eyes and ran away, but couldn't hold back her curiosity, her pupils widened.

With the movement of the little spider's fingertips, the sunglasses were slowly taken off.

Showing a pair of dark eyes.

A pair of eyes with black sclera, as if the entire eye sockets were filled with black pupils, that kind of black without any light, just dim, deep and bottomless black.

It's like a pool of melted ink in his eyes, or a pool of stagnant water, more like some kind of poison has corroded the original tissue of the eyes, turning into a cloud of lingering poison.

Deadly venom.

Ning An'an was stunned for a long time before he could react, his pupils shrank into vertical lines in shock, during which time the bright golden threads opened and opened again, and he just stared blankly at his black eyes.

The little spider would shed tears at the sight of light, and the tears silently overflowed the ink-stained eye sockets, flowing quietly along the cheeks, but the corners of the lips curved beautifully, "Tell me, what did you see?"

Ning Anan also cried with him, the tears were like broken crystals, sporadically covered with glass-colored cat pupils, but stubbornly refused to fall, her sobbing voice trembled violently: "... dead souls."

The little spider stared slightly.

I was stunned for a while, then asked again: "Are there many?"

"...well, a lot..."

Ning Anan couldn't describe it in words, but she seemed very sad. Finally, the tears at the end of her eyes couldn't be held back, and she fell on her neckline, burning her beautiful collarbone.

The little spider leaned over slightly, Mo Tong moved closer to his face, carefully looked at Ning An'an's eyes, after looking at them, he suddenly understood.

Ning An'an's eyes are as clear as a mirror, and his dark eyes are reflected in the mirror. In the deep pool of his eyes, countless fangs and claws are struggling, screaming, beating, killing each other, twisted to a hideous state...

It seems to want to escape, but it seems to be imprisoned by some kind of inextricable, unable to escape.

The little spider lowered her light brown eyelashes, smiled with tears in her eyes, put on her sunglasses again, and reached out to help Ning Anan wipe away her tears: "Why are you crying? Don't you hate me?"