Because with my personality, no one can make me change my mind, and nothing anyone gives me will work.
On the way back, I went to the famous snack street first.
The streets are also bustling with activity, with merchants hanging lanterns and pasting colored papers, decorating their premises in advance.
I don't know much about these snacks and pastries in Kyoto, so I just bought some.
There are also peanuts, melon seeds, walnuts, and pistachios.
In the past, when Aunt Jun and I were not well off, she would still buy some for me to satisfy my cravings. Now that I am rich, I want to buy more.
These are just what we need to eat for the next two days. We will have to buy more when the New Year comes.
When they returned to the club, Yuan Bao was called away by his family. Nangong Xi was still there, watching TV and making dumplings with Xu Yiting and the others.
I got off the car with my bags and Aunt Jun asked:
"You seem to be in a good mood? What's the matter?"
Xu Yiting and the others also noticed it and stopped what they were doing to look at me.
"That old bastard Marcien is dead. He was bitten to death by his own robot cat."
I called out "Wangcai" and Wangcai came into the house carrying Doraemon.
There was blood in the cat's mouth, which made Aunt Jun and the others feel sick.
Even so, they were still happy: "Great! Today is the Little New Year, so we can have a good time. Let's have a drink at noon."
"Oh!" Xu Yiting was the first to cheer.
I feel weird seeing her like this.
"Auntie Jun, you guys go ahead and do your work. I'll go wash the cat."
This Doraemon is completely fine. Wangcai’s hunting mode can’t hurt Doraemon, nor can it hurt people.
What's more, I used a small transmitter to let Doraemon bite Marcion to death, and then took Wangcai around twice, and then stopped and let Wangcai take him out.
Doraemon listens to me now, but I was busy all night last night, using radio waves to rewrite Doraemon's program, and I was exhausted.
I got up and went to the hotel without even closing my eyes in the morning.
Now that I have cleaned up Doraemon, I want to take a nap.
But the female soldier's voice came over the intercom: "Boss Zheng, Boss Chu! The Chu family is here."
I stretched my neck and saw Old Mrs. Chu and Chu Qing standing at the door.
Shouldn’t the Chu family be busy with the Su family’s case? Was the land they bought in advance judged?
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