Panshu squatted down and slowly stroked its fur.
"I'll save you, come with me."
Pick up the little orange cat and walk towards home.
She is not a very loving person.
But its cry was really pitiful.
Plus.
Banshu narrowed her eyes.
This is indeed a God-sent opportunity to get in touch with Pei Jing.
After walking for a while, we found that this road was remote and seldom traveled, let alone any pet hospitals. Even the clinics that provided proper medical treatment were pitifully scarce.
However, this is the path Pei Jing usually takes.
Pan Shu is gambling.
Not long.
A black Maybach stopped at Panshu's feet.
The brown car window rolled down vertically, revealing a dignified and elegant face. His thin lips were cold and said, "Do you need any help?"
The delicate phalanges of his one hand tapped the cigarette case in an irregular rhythm.
Eyes half closed.
His eyes only glanced at the injured little orange cat's tail.
He didn't even look at Panshu.
Panshu was unusually excited.
To get him.
She loves to drag such handsome men into the swamp of lust, making them unable to live or die.
The girl lowered her eyes quietly, "Well, there's no hospital here."
She spoke calmly, but Pei Jing could sense the trembling in her voice.
Pretend to be calm.
Are you afraid that the kitten will die, or are you afraid of him?
Pei Jing's patience ran out. After burning down his cigarette, he saw the girl waiting obediently. His expression relaxed a little, and he unlocked the car door. "Come in."
Pan Shu thanked him gently.
The voice is delicate and soft.
He casually lifted his lips and saw her bright and beautiful cheeks, and her delicate thighs as white as warm white jade.
Pei Jing's fingertips trembled.
She was wearing a Su-style cheongsam, which was plain in color but had a high slit.
With a slight movement, the man saw the snow-white and delicate thigh flesh.
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