After blinking, the cat looked at the ceiling, which painted the famous counterpoint picture in the style of Ukiyo-e. Speaking of which, Mr. Mike Kobayashi, who was not the most famous new-age style painter in the Federation, was painted as the advance payment for the housing payment. Well... Speaking of which, this style is really ridiculous.

After yawning, the cat twisted his body, the pillow was filled with the smell of sunshine, and the wall on the west side was "transparent" and the room on the top floor was now exposed to the sunshine.

Supporting his body, he sat up, the cat continued to yawn, opened his bloody mouth and closed it, picked up his pajamas from the floor and put it on randomly. The cat tried hard to climb to his power exoskeleton. It was still outside the door last night, but now it was inside the door, trying hard to put itself into the exoskeleton, tied the belt and buttons, walked to the side of the sofa, and took out his shirt from the pile of clothes.

Well, what the hell is the small silk cloth piece just now?

Putting his shirt on his body, the cat walked downstairs listlessly.

"Uh... Master, you look... just woke up?" Miss Okayama waiter was the first to find her young master. She squatted down and looked at Marceau: "Who kissed you on your face?"

"Uh... this is a secret." The cat, who felt that his previous experience was a little bit real, squinted. After all, he didn't fall asleep until almost nine o'clock before. He looked around: "Well... what about the girls?"

"Miss Lin and the others just left the house and said they were going to go shopping." Okay smiled and wiped Marceau's face with the handkerchief in her bag: "Okay, really, it must be a lady who secretly kissed her."

No, Yuhua is not a secret kiss, but a glamorous kiss. Speaking of which, although my legs are inconvenient, he is also a powerful man who specializes in Ye Zhan. No matter how old a daughter is, she is only one meter two meters away.

Thinking of this, the cat grinned and smiled: "Is there anything to eat?"

"There is no food at this time, but Miss Mo is in the kitchen. You may be able to ask for some hot food from her." Okara said, pointing to the kitchen.

The cat stared widened his eyes: "...Xuhua, go ahead and go."

"Okay, Master, take care of yourself." After saying that, Okara stretched out his hand and pulled Marceau's face, and then the prosthetic waiter ran away with a smile.

Alas, this is not good for the prosthetic body. They will know the little things that happen to natural people at a glance.

Thinking of this, Masce, who was furious, pushed open the kitchen door.

What came to my face was the fragrance of barbecue, and the young lady of Mo family who was stepping on a small wooden chair with her back facing her.

Unlike Marceau's random act, this guy seemed to have tidyed himself. His clean and tidy long hair exuded the smell of fragrant shampoo. His thick skirt sleeves were rolled up high. She was pulling the spoon in front of the pot and heard the sound of the door opening. He turned around, looked at Marceau, and smiled slightly.

Marceau pursed her lips and walked to her side with the blessing of a small chair. She was as tall as him. Because of this, Marceau didn't dare to see Mo Qingyu. This was related to her experience last night. If the girl with Fang Erduo competed with the kitten, it could be said that she had almost no physical strength. So after a quarter of the journey, it was a night battle specialist to dominate everything that should and should not have happened... So, it can only be considered as your love and my wish.

Having said that, last night was great. It turned out that that was what the adults of the school should do. When will they get rid of the sheets with their own girls?

While thinking about it, the cat reached out to steal the roasted meat slices on the table.

Then the spoon hit the back of the cat's hand, and the scalded cat stared at the murderer, who squinted his eyes and said nothing.

The meat slices squeaked and screamed on the iron plate, the oil and the high temperature hurt each other, and he and her were silent when they looked at each other.

Marceau pursed his lips and finally spoke: "I will be responsible."

At the same time, Mo Qingyu in front of him also spoke: "I don't need you to be responsible."

The cat with wide eyes was silent for a moment, stretched out his hand to turn off the valve of the stove, then reached out and carried the one-meter-two-meter-to-shoulder and walked out.

"Bastard! What do you want to do?!" Mo Qingyu's voice was full of anger.

"Prets should be conscious of prey!" The cat blushed and pushed open the kitchen door and carried the girl upstairs.

"Wait a minute, Miss Mo, we noticed that you seem to be helpless. Do you need help?" The security guard prosthetic who brought over by Youjiao not far away suddenly spoke for some reason.

This made Marceau frown. This was really troublesome. Thinking of this, Marceau decided to get angry first: "It's nothing!"

"Ah, is it okay? I'm so sorry." The security guard wiped his nose and sat back on the sofa with his companions.

Marceau was silent for a moment, carried Mo Qingyu on her shoulder upstairs, and then returned to the room before putting her on the floor.

"Why do you want to help me?" In addition to Marceau, Mo Qingyu also said those four words, otherwise the security guards would not have stopped.

"I just don't want you to be beaten. I said you little bastard, you don't need to be responsible for me." Mo Qingyu said with a pout.

"...No, you are my prey, don't think about escaping from my palm." Marceau shook his head.

"Do you have a straight male cancer?" Mo Qingyu asked with a frown.

"Yes." The cat nodded seriously and admitted.

He and she stared at each other in silence until Mo Qingyu reached out to pull Marceau's skin: "Why are you little bastard so thick-skinned! Where are you putting your hands!"

"The war last night was not over yet!" The cat cub replied viciously: "It's the second round now!"

Then, during the pushing down, the cat was thrown over the shoulder by a young lady in front of her. The cat hit hard on the floor took a while before she woke up.

"Really, are you a guy who is martyred? "Which guy is martyred?" Mo Qingyu hugged her chest and sighed, "Even if I can't beat me, I'm still thinking about second place!"

Mo Qingyu, who was pulled down by the cat cub, turned around and locked the cat cub's body. Just as the cat cub and the girl were fighting for control, footsteps came from downstairs.

Marceau and Mo Qingyu, who were entangled with each other, stopped moving, and the girl pulling the cat's mouth and the cat's robe and belt saw the owner of the hotel appear at the door.

"Just now, I thought you were going to demolish my hotel." The lady with her hands in her chest said with a serious expression.

"Uh, we're just reviewing the actions of wwe that we watched last night." The cat cub said lies with his eyes open.

"Well, now the role I represent is the dominant." Mo Qingyu was also talking lies with her eyes open.

The boss's wife tilted her head and looked at the scene with a serious expression that you are teasing me. She shook her head: "Last night, your guests downstairs complained, and I finally had to change their rooms."

The cat and the young lady in her arms looked at each other, and the awkward gaze sparked in the air. Marceau finally let go of his hand, and the corners of his mouth were no longer torn.

"Do you understand?"

"I understand." Facing the boss's wife, Marceau and Mo Qingyu looked well-behaved.

"Remember, if I still have to do anything tonight, I will hang you two on the flagpole." The proprietress said with a stern face.

"Remember." Marceau and Mo Qingyu sat down obediently.

Sighing, the proprietress lit the cigarette pole in her hand: "Okay, you guys keep going."

How dare I continue? The hair on the cat's tail is so fluffy that it is. When the boss's wife gets angry, isn't she seeking death?

Standing at the door of the room, watching the boss's wife go downstairs, sighed, turned around and looked at Mo Qingyu's cat, lowered her head and sighed: "Qingyu." He squatted down and reached out to hug the girl in front of him: "I said yesterday that you will definitely find your sweetheart and your happiness, do you still remember?"

"Of course, I'm not old enough to remember things." Mo Qingyu said this, frowned and looked at the cat cub: "What do you want to say?"

"I decided to recommend me to you, I will give you happiness." The cat cub grinned and smiled.

Mo Qingyu was silent for a moment, sniffed, and the eyeballs at the corners of her eyes rolled until Marceau reached out to wipe away the tears: "Okay, that's it, let's date before marriage."

"I'm so annoying... OK OK, I agree, otherwise you don't know when you will be talking about it." Mo Qingyu nodded with a pouting mouth.

Marceau whined with satisfaction, looked at the young lady in front of her pouting, lowered her head, and finally hugged his neck.

"So, a defeated dog like me can really be happy... Thank you, Marceau."
Chapter completed!