The Wife Picked Up in the Garbage Dump

Chapter 1

Xiao Yi'an died, but he didn't know how he died. The last image in his memory was the dark, cold, boundless sea water that tightly wrapped him.

He seemed to have drowned after falling into the sea, but he couldn't remember anything about why he fell into the sea. Even those memories from the past seemed to have been deliberately erased, and all he knew was that his name was Xiao Yi'an.

He doesn't know where he is now. He can't move his body but can sense the outside world. He could see the gray and gloomy night sky with his eyes, he could smell the sour and rotten smell, and he could also feel something sticky flowing past his arm.

The smell that filled the nasal cavity was very much like that emanating from a garbage dump.

Perhaps he is no longer a human being, but has become a dead object and was discarded in the garbage.

While he was thinking, a little kitten's whimper attracted his attention. He subconsciously turned around to look for it, but naturally ended up in failure.

Xiao Yi'an listened to the rustling sound of the little milk cat rummaging for food, but what he was thinking about was that after dawn tomorrow, the cleaners would throw him into the garbage truck and send him to the garbage incineration site, and then he would live a new life. It will also be declared over.

He sighed silently, mourning the end of his life.

At this moment, an orange-striped cat head suddenly appeared in the field of vision. He was stunned for a moment, staring at the little cat in front of him.

Until this moment, he finally saw his current appearance clearly in the green pupils of the little milk cat.

He turned into a doll, a doll that looked exactly like him in life.

What exactly is going on? Why did he become a doll?

It's no wonder that he can't move at all. If a doll can run and jump, it can scare many people to death.

Xiao Yian's whole body was out of body. In the end, the little milk cat must have moved first. It stretched its neck, and the tip of its pink nose came to his cheek and sniffed, as if to confirm what he was.

Xiao Yi'an was itchy all over after being poked by cat hair, and he couldn't help but feel miserable.

The little milk cat seemed to confirm that he was not edible, and purred in disgust. It didn't leave immediately, but stared at Xiao Yi'an for a while, then suddenly opened its mouth and dragged the hem of his clothes out of the garbage pile.

Xiao Yi'an couldn't figure out what it was doing, but he felt that maybe he could live longer if the little cat took him away, so he let the little cat drag him away with peace of mind.

Xiao Yi'an's current body seemed to be quite heavy. The little cat was panting from exhaustion after dragging it for only a few meters.

After tugging for nearly ten minutes, the little cat finally dragged him out of the garbage heap. The little cat, who had never exercised so much before, was so tired that it paralyzed. Its head rested on Xiao Yi'an's belly, and its limbs were spread out and collapsed into a piece of cat cake.

Xiao Yi'an felt very itchy. She wanted to pet the cat but couldn't, and couldn't help but feel sad.

Not far away from a doll and a cat, a black Maybach parked quietly on the side of the road, and the window was slowly rolled down.

In the car, a man with a stern face had a pair of long legs wrapped in slim-fitting gray striped suit trousers. His bony fingers pinched the center of his brow, but his gaze passed through the car window and fell on the doll in front of the garbage dump.