While Jin Yun was thinking wildly, Wang Zhuo turned back to look at Jin Yun, sat on the ground with his hind legs, and held the pen he just found in the room with his two paws.
Do you want to write in Persian? But damn, I don’t understand Arabic!
Jin Yun, who always has a curious mind, couldn't help but step forward to take a look.
I saw four large Chinese characters crookedly written on the paper in front of Wang Zhuo.
"Do me a favor."
Go! I thought you were going to write "I want to marry you" in romantic French. It turned out to be a Chinese cat man who is not romantic!
Jin Yun knew that Wang Zhuo could play the piano, and now he was mentally prepared to see that Wang Zhuo could write.
Jin Yun had a joking thought in his mind, squinting his eyes and laughing softly: "Help you? Why?"
Wang Zhuo was stunned and extremely distressed. Yes, why should this woman help me?
Jin Yun saw that Wang Zhuo was even more melancholy and entangled, and his pitiful look touched the softest part of Jin Yun's heart.
"Okay, okay, how do you want me to help you? Let me make it clear first that I cannot help you find your long-lost wife."
Wang Zhuo really wanted to pry open Jin Yun's head to see whether it was Sanlu Milk or Hongqi brain fragments. Her jumping thinking was really hard for the cat to accept.
After thinking for a while, he held the pen again and wrote: Call China, the number is 13904XXXXXX, and tell them that Wang Zhuo has gone to Africa. There is no phone and everything is safe. After making enough money, he will come back.
Jin Yun just looked at a kitten that was only the size of a palm, struggling to write what might be its most important thing.
For a long time, under Wang Zhuo's expectant gaze, Jin Yun nodded slowly and turned back to the room. He came out within a minute and already had a mobile phone in his hand.
It was now 1:30 at night, and Jin Yun could obviously make the call after dawn, but when she saw Wang Zhuo's eyes with anticipation and sadness, she decided to fulfill Wang Zhuo's wish now.
Let me be your Aladdin's magic lamp and fulfill your wishes instantly.
In front of Wang Zhuo, Jin Yun dialed the phone number on the paper and pressed the hands-free speakerphone button.
The music rang for a long time, and when a voice reminder was about to appear and no one answered, the phone over there was picked up.
A voice full of vicissitudes of life and full of restraint that made people feel as if they were as strong as gold came from the microphone, "Boss?"
Eighty percent of Jin Yun's attention was on Wang Zhuo. She could clearly see that when the cat heard this man's voice, its face trembled.
Jin Yun practiced this action countless times when he was young, and it was a sign that he was about to cry.
Jin Yun quickly turned his eyes away from Wang Zhuo and said with a bright smile: "Hello, uncle, are you Wang Zhuo's family?"
After a brief silence, the other person on the phone replied: "I am his father, who are you?"
Jin Yun couldn't help but glance at Wang Zhuo again, but the kitten was already squatting with its back to Jin Yun, its head drooped almost touching the marble floor.
"That's right, I'm Wang Zhuo's girlfriend, and I'm also from the Northeast. I studied architecture in Russia, and my tutor, Mrs. Macheluna, has a construction company in South Africa, and she invited me to work in her company."
As he spoke, Jin Yun walked to the opposite side of Wang Zhuo, but the hateful cat turned his back again.
Jin Yun bit his back teeth hard, and then said with a smile: "Because the company's salary is good, I want Wang Zhuo to come with me. His boss and Mrs. Luna are old acquaintances, and he also strongly supports our development in South Africa.
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After saying this, what Jin Yun was most afraid of was that Wang Zhuo's father asked her to give Wang Zhuo her phone number.
But Jin Yun's worries did not come to pass. The call was replaced by a gentle, but obviously weak, female voice asking: "You said you are the target of the boss of our family? How old are you, girl?"
Let me ask you, what is going on?
Jin Yun regretted it. If she had known this, she would have been better off just being the illusory Marcel Luna. The more she said now, the bigger the flaws would be.
With a shy laugh, Jin Yun said: "Are you the aunt? I am 22 this year. Wang Zhuo often mentions you to me. You should pay more attention to your health."
"Ahem! I'm much better. Don't worry about it. You and the boss should wear more clothes in South Africa. It's too cold in Russia."
Then Jin Yun vaguely heard Wang Zhuo's father say: "South Africa belongs to Africa, don't cause trouble." Jin Yun smiled and said: "You are right, South Africa is not very cold. It's just that during this period, I
Wang Zhuo may call home less frequently because there are no phone lines or mobile phone signals in the area we are going to."
"oh……"
Jin Yun suddenly became nervous. This was the most critical point. As long as she made it clear, she would complete the commission from Mao Mao, or rather Wang Zhuo.
"Just take care of yourselves and tell the boss that he doesn't need to worry about family matters." The voice on the phone changed to Wang Zhuo's father again, calm and convincing.
After hanging up the phone, Jin Yun looked at Wang Zhuo who still had his back turned to her and lowered his head and breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "The fight is over."
Unexpectedly, Wang Zhuo turned around and pushed the paper out again.
"The last request is to take me back to China and I will repay...you."
Jin Yun's face suddenly became calm and he said: "You came here not because of Feifei or because I saw you playing the piano, but because you knew that I was going back to China?"
Wang Zhuo nodded and meowed yes.
Jin Yun smiled bitterly and said: "I thought it was me who was beautiful...forget it, let's talk about remuneration. If you can use me easily, I can also use your delicate skills to destroy flowers, right?" At the end of the sentence,
, a curious and playful look flashed across Jin Yun's pretty face.
Wang Zhuo nodded calmly again. This time, there was no meow. Cat people are always stingy in their language.
Jin Yun stroked his chin with his little hand and thought for a long time, and finally hummed and said, "Then help me teach someone a lesson."
Wang Zhuo really didn’t want to write Chinese characters anymore, as it would test the flexibility of the cat’s claws and the cat’s patience. So he simply wrote in pinyin, SHO.
"Ha, as a Cat Star person, it is really difficult for you to master so many text diversity. But do you want to write Pinyin or English?"
Jin Yun touched his chin and thought for a while, then revealed a fierce look and said: "Teach a woman a lesson. She bullied Feifei. In fact, you are indirectly avenging yourself!"
Three o'clock in the morning, the darkest hour before dawn.
There is a figure walking hurriedly on the street under the dim street lights. If you look closely, you can see that this person has a slender and standard figure. He has a pretty waist, fat butt, big breasts and long legs. He is a standard female figure.
This person is none other than Jin Yun.
Wang Zhuo lay on Jin Yun's shoulder, with his eyes half-closed and half-open, letting Jin Yun's tired sweat drip down his face and exhale like blue.
"I said, I'll give you the address and you can go there yourself, okay?"
Jin Yun stuck out his tongue to show that he was running hot, and his Chihuahua expression almost prevented Wang Zhuo from subconsciously attacking with his claws.
Wang Zhuo wants to tell Jin Yun that he doesn’t have his own GPS navigation, so he can find the place just by giving him an address. He can find a job at Google!
Jin Yun can speak eight languages. Now that the world war is going on, she can work as a traitor translator in any country, but she just can't understand the language of the Cat Star people, so Wang Zhuo is too lazy to talk to Jin Yun.
After escaping drunkards and midnight skinheads, Jin Yun and Wang Zhuo came to the outskirts of a single-family villa.
The villa is in Baroque style, combining freedom and classicism, making it very impressive.
"Ten years of life and death are boundless, Pleasant Goat, Big Big Wolf, Shuke Beita, Blue Cat's words are desolate." Jin Yun murmured to himself. He put his right hand on his back and let his long hair flutter like a chivalrous girl who wanted to fly in the wind.
After the aura was fully developed, Jin Yun said to Wang Zhuo: "According to the accurate information spread throughout the school about the second generation of Wu Shengfu, they must be inside! Let that woman know how powerful your kitten qigong is! You have to be cruel, death
It’s not a perfect ending. Mental illness is the beginning of happiness for that couple.”
Fuck, are women’s hearts now made of Nanshan milk powder? Are carcinogens added to it?