Chapter 137 I Don’t Know Anything About It

After hanging up the phone, George Sheng stood up, took off the towel from his waist, and changed into a black bathrobe. In the quiet room, a subtle voice suddenly came: "Meow~"

So soft and waxy, George Sheng was stunned for a moment. When he walked to the bedside, he used his mobile phone to illuminate it and took a look inside. But no, a small thing like a black briquette was stuck in the middle.

Thinking of the Song Xi who was kneeling at his feet, George Sheng felt a slight strangeness in his heart. He secretly thought that Ya had a bad temper. He just said that she couldn't move, and she not only turned around and left, but also tightened her grip. Then she called Yuan Bao. Was this to show him that she could still do things without him?

He should have given an order just now to stop Yuan Bao from coming, to see what else she could do.

Turning around to get a cigarette from the coffee table next to him, George Sheng sat on the sofa waiting for Yuanbao. In less than a minute, he saw a black cat as long as a small arm emerge from the seam of the bed, with green pupils, and I look like the cat demon in the cartoons when I was a kid.

It turned out that the Coke was not stuck at all. If Song Xi saw it coming and going freely at this moment, he would probably risk breaking up with Han Chunmeng and resolutely choose to make it fatter by three inches.

After Coke got out, he sat there without moving. George Sheng and the cat were three meters away, looking at each other. It is said that animals are spiritual, especially cats. Xu Shikeke also saw that the person opposite was not easy to mess with, so he tentatively meowed at George Sheng in a cute way.

George Sheng brought half a cigarette to his mouth with his slender fingers, took a puff, exhaled white smoke, and barked like a dog: "Come here."

If Song Xi were here, she would be furious. How could she talk to the cat owner like this?

But what's even more annoying is what's behind. Logically speaking, Coca-Cola should be unmoved, but it actually walks towards George Sheng without dignity, walking all the way to his feet.

Undoubtedly, such an honest move pleased George Sheng. He stretched out his right hand, picked up the Coke by the back of his neck, and picked it up.

Poor Le Ye has never been treated like this before, and now he is forced to face George Sheng, with only the faint sound of mosquitoes: Meow~

George Sheng looked at the little fleshless thing in front of him and thought, Song Xi likes cats?

It's so dark, where's the beauty?

Holding the cigarette in his left hand, he took a puff and breathed into the Coke intentionally or unintentionally. Seeing the small black thing shrouded in the clouds, George Sheng raised the corners of his lips childishly, as if he was teasing Song Xi in person.

When Yuan Bao came over, George Sheng was exercising in the gym and called "Brother Sheng." Yuan Bao said, "I'll go to your room to get the cat out first."

George Sheng tilted his head slightly and said, "No need, I'll come out by myself."

Yuan Bao took a look and saw that not far from the equipment, a black fur ball was curled up there. Because the equipment was also black, he really didn't see it clearly just now.

After a pause for two seconds, Yuan Bao said, "Then I'll go upstairs and get the other one."

George Sheng stopped what he was doing and looked at Yuan Bao. Although his face was expressionless, there was clearly doubt in his eyes, "Is there another one?"

Yuan Bao nodded calmly, "Yes, don't you know?"

These words were not provocative, but George Sheng felt inexplicably unhappy. He looked away and said while exercising: "She told you everything, and she also said that you have a bad relationship with her."

Yuan Bao knew George Sheng's temper so well that he simply didn't answer the question to avoid getting burned. He looked around and said, "I'll go up first."

Going up to the third floor, Yuan Bao saw the white pet box at the entrance of the stairs at a glance. It was a closed backpack style with only a transparent glass window in the middle. Through the glass window, there was a beautiful white long-haired cat inside. , blue eyes, even a layman like him who doesn’t understand cats can tell that this cat is very beautiful.

There is a black backpack next to the white backpack, and there is a handwritten card on the ground. In clean and elegant small words, it reads neatly: The white cat is called Qixi, the black cat is Coke, please take care of me, thank you.

Song Xi's handwriting is the same as her person. It looks clean at first glance, but beautiful upon closer inspection, reminding people that the words are like the person they are.

With the card and two backpacks in hand, Yuan Bao went downstairs to find George Sheng. George Sheng had unloaded his equipment and was wearing thin black boxing gloves to hit the sandbag.

Yuan Bao came to the black cat, squatted down with his tall body, gently picked it up, and whispered: "Hi, Coke."

George Sheng held the shaking sandbag with one hand, turned his head and looked in the direction of Yuan Bao and said, "What do you call it?"

Yuan Bao knew George Sheng well, and he knew that George Sheng's implication was: You actually know what it is called. When did you know it?

After waving the card in his hand, Yuan Bao asked unabashedly: "Did Song Xi ask you to help, but you didn't agree?"

George Sheng came closer and glanced at the words on the card, then looked away disdainfully and said coldly: "Why should I help her?"

Helplessness flashed across Yuan Bao's eyes, "That's why she called me to help."

George Sheng said: "You are also obedient. You come when she asks you to come?"

Yuan Bao said: "She just did us a big favor. It's reasonable, but she replied, I have no reason to refuse... Of course, you mean it, I'm sorry."

George Sheng didn't even bother to explain to Yuan Bao that Song Xi actually asked him to move a big bed weighing four to five hundred pounds and used him as a porter?

George Sheng said nothing. This wave of trouble was over. Yuan Bao opened his black backpack, put the Coke in, zipped it up, and turned to George Sheng and said, "By the way, Song Xi said she will leave Night City for a few days."

While talking, Yuan Bao looked at George Sheng's face. George Sheng's face looked the same, neither saying he knew nor saying he didn't know.

But Yuanbao thought about it, and Ya probably didn't know.

"She is going to another place. I'll find a few people to follow her."

George Sheng turned his back to Yuan Bao and punched fast and hard. The sandbags were shaken by his blows. His breathing was steady and his tone was cold, "She doesn't even say hello herself, and she expects me to send someone to protect her. She really thinks she is a rich man." Where is the lady?"

Yuan Bao said bluntly: "Who makes you angry because you don't show mercy to others?"

George Sheng said with a cold face: "Who is she to me? Why should I coax her?"

Yuan Bao smiled and joked, "There are black and white words in the red book. She is your wife. You can't default on your debt even if you want."

Hearing this, George Sheng turned around, with a dangerous meaning in his black pupils, "I see that you are really free today. Since you are so free, come over and have a discussion."

Yuan Bao wanted to refuse, but George Sheng didn't give him a chance. He raised his hand and threw a pair of white boxing gloves over.

Yuanbao then went to put it on and muttered: "I have to go to a pet store to find a foster home for the cat."

It was okay not to mention this, but George Sheng became very angry when he mentioned it, "If you win, you take them away."

Yuan Bao's eyes widened slightly, "What if you lose?"

George Sheng thought for a while...

"If you lose, I'll feed two of them to seven."