"Why are you so hostile to that cat?" Tong Ran said before remembering the scratch on his back, and frowned, "Even if it scratched you, you don't have to treat it so cruelly, right?"

The man looked at her with a sinister look on his face.

Tong Ran looked away, and suddenly seemed to think of some key question, and said doubtfully: "Where did this cat... come from? Logically speaking, it is impossible for it to crawl into the master bedroom on the third floor..."

Could it be that it was raised by Guan Zhou’s family?

Judging from Mo Nanjue's cold appearance and ferocious attitude, he probably doesn't like small animals.

"Meow~~~"

The man pursed his lips, and the cat that had been curled up on the bed suddenly stretched out its paws and touched his leg lightly, "Meow——"

"What's it called! Be careful, I'll kill you!" The man glared at the cat.

"Good boy, let's go downstairs and take a shower." Tong Ran glared back at him instead of the cat. This man was very sinister, so it would be better to stay away quickly.

She didn't want to be burned half to death by his anger.

Unexpectedly, Mo Nanjue did not call her.

After going downstairs, Tong Ran took the cat and went to see Housekeeper Zhou. Housekeeper Zhou said that he had raised a cat before and knew some ways to take care of it. After Tong Ran took note of it, he bathed the cat and fed him some food, then sat down.

Start having breakfast at the dining table.

Butler Zhou went upstairs to call Mo Nanjue. When the man came down, he had already put on a dark blue handmade shirt. He walked to the dining table and sat down with a cold expression, and started eating breakfast elegantly, without even looking at Tong Ran.

.

Tong Ran was eating tomatoes and peeked at Mo Nanjue from time to time. She was upstairs just now...she seemed to be a little too much towards him?

After all, he was scratched by a cat, and she scolded him for not being human and for being too cruel...

And a young master with a bad temper and an arrogant personality like him should be even more angry!

Thinking of this, Tong Ran suddenly felt that she had gone too far. She half-bited her fork and said hesitantly: "That... you..."

The man didn't even raise his eyelids.

"Have you given any medicine to the scratch on your back?" Tong Ran thought about it for a long time and finally uttered a complete sentence.

"Young Master, are you injured?!" Butler Zhou, who was cutting fruit at the side, was startled when he heard this. He almost dropped the knife in his hand, "Where is it on your back? Is it serious?!"

He looked anxious and worried, as if he wanted to move the best hospital in the city right away.

"Steward Zhou, nothing's wrong," Tong Ran put down the fork in his hand and said hurriedly: "Don't worry, it's just a minor injury, nothing to worry about."

Just a minor injury?

Not worth mentioning at all?

The man raised his eyebrows and looked at Tong Ran.

"Uh..." Tong Ran realized that he had said something wrong, so he simply closed his mouth and continued to eat tomatoes.

Mo Nanjue picked up the coffee and took a sip. His eyes moved from the eyes of the woman opposite to her lips, and then from her lips to her chest...

Finally it fell on her delicate white hands.

And that delicate white hand was stroking the dark blue kitten gently and gently.

No matter how he looked at the man, he felt unhappy. The scratch on his back was still aching. The dignified CEO of Dijue felt a little baffled. He picked up the coffee again with his slender hand and was thinking about how to throw the cat out——

Suddenly, the landline phone rang.

The servant answered the phone, said a few words, then put down the phone, walked over to Mo Nanjue and said respectfully: "Master Jue, the general manager of Cat House called and asked if you still care about that British shorthair cat.
Chapter completed!