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.
He Buzhou pursed his lips tightly, his eyes dark.
This doll looks exactly like him.
In his memory, he was as clean and beautiful as a luminous person. He should have been the center of attention wherever he went. Such a dirty place did not suit him at all.
He should wear the most expensive clothes, like a noble and beautiful little prince.
"Mr. He?"
The person who asked was his assistant. He Buzhou came back to his senses and gave a faint hum.
He had just finished a dinner party and was a little drunk after drinking a lot of wine. The assistant was afraid that he would vomit if he couldn't bear it, so he parked the car on the side of the road, just in time for him to see the doll.
The assistant saw that his CEO's eyes were always on the roadside and thought he was looking at the little milk cat. He couldn't help but joked: "That cat looks quite intelligent."
He Buzhou didn't respond, not even making a slight change in his movements. The assistant has long been accustomed to the president's indifference and does not feel embarrassed. Instead, he asks himself: "Mr. He, are you feeling better now? If you are, then I will continue driving."
He Buzhou's eyebrows moved, but he said nothing, but suddenly reached out and opened the car door, then got out of the car with his long legs and walked towards the little milk cat.
"Mr. He, where are you going?"
The assistant screamed in surprise after realizing it, but seeing that he was running towards the little kitten, he was surprised to think that his own president would also have a day when he was overflowing with love.
He thought He Buzhou was going to take the kitten home and raise it, but he didn't expect that He Buzhou was only paying attention to the dirty doll from the beginning to the end.
He Buzhou took a few steps and suddenly remembered something, and his eyebrows were furrowed like swords. He turned back to the car and asked his assistant to take out the blanket for him.
The assistant didn't understand what he was doing with the blanket at first, but when he glanced at the dirty little kitten from the corner of his eye, he immediately had an epiphany.
It's impossible for a mysophobic CEO to hold a cat with bare hands. It's perfectly reasonable to hold a blanket.
The assistant quickly handed the blanket to He Buzhou's hand and watched as he turned around and walked towards the little cat.
Xiao Yi'an, who had no idea that he was being targeted, was feeling the warm temperature of the little milk cat. The warm temperature relaxed his spirit, which had been tense and confused for half the night, and made him feel lazy and sleepy.
A low-pitched threatening cry from a milk cat woke him up from his drowsiness, and he saw an orange-striped cat fart in his sight. The cat's butt exploded into a ball of hair, which was obviously a posture prepared to attack and counterattack when someone invaded its territory or encountered danger.
This is what happened;
Xiao Yi'an was just about to guess the reason why the little milk cat had blown up, when he discovered that in addition to the little milk cat, there was also an extremely handsome man within his sight.
Sword eyebrows and starry eyes, Long Zhang Fengzi probably refers to the man in front of me.
Even though he had lost his memory, Xiao Yi'an still subconsciously thought that the man in front of him was the most handsome person he had ever seen.
But this man who he thought was the most handsome, frowned in disgust at the next second. His beautiful eyebrows were raised in disgust, his cold phoenix eyes were slightly raised at the end, his light-colored and slightly ruthless lips were slightly pressed down, and his long and slender lips with cold white skin were slightly depressed. He covered his mouth and nose with his fingers.
He has the most glamorous appearance, but his words are extremely mean.
He said: "It's so dirty."
The look of disgust was not half fake, it was real disgust, as if he had seen the dirtiest thing in the world that stained his eyes.
The man's eyes were always staring directly at him. Even if Xiao Yi'an was a fool, he knew that the thing the man found dirty was him.
Xiao Yi'an was so aggrieved that he wanted to get into a ball. He didn't want to make it so dirty. Why did this man dislike him so much?
He thought that this man would definitely walk away out of fear, but he didn't expect that the man actually walked up to him and crouched down. The little cat barked in an attempt to scare him away, but when she met the man's indifferent gaze, it immediately shrank aside with its tail pulled.
He Buzhou took off the blanket hanging on his arm. Xiao Yi'an watched his move. Before he could figure out what he wanted to do, the result was that his head and face were suddenly covered by the blanket, followed by dizziness.
He Buzhou carefully covered the dirty doll, then rolled it up and wrapped it in a blanket, then stood up and returned to the car.
The little cat saw that the toy he was interested in was taken away, and he meowed around his feet anxiously.
He Buzhou looked down at it and was silent for a long time. The little cat started to pull at the legs of his trousers, trying to hit the four-legged beast who had snatched his things and snatch the toy back.
He subconsciously frowned and took a step back, pursed his lips and thought for a moment, then said to the little cat: "It's impossible to give it to you, but if you are willing to follow me, just follow me yourself."
As he spoke, he didn't care whether the little cat understood or not. He held the doll in his arms and walked towards the car with his long legs.
The little milk cat circled in place twice, then looked up at He Buzhou who was walking farther and farther away, and finally trotted to follow him.
The assistant who had stared at the whole process in stunned silence slowly looked away. He thought Mr. He was interested in the little orange cat, but instead he was attracted by the dirty doll!
It turns out that Mr. He secretly likes things like dolls. But why didn't Mr. He pay for a custom-made good-looking one instead of picking up an obviously discarded doll from the garbage dump?
The assistant was completely confused. He felt that either the world was too magical or that Mr. He had finally gone crazy.
He Buzhou hugged him and sat back in the back seat. Compared with the low air pressure before getting off the car, it was obvious that he was in a good mood at this time.
He put the blanket wrapped around the doll next to him, and the little cat also jumped into the car, consciously curling up under his feet, not daring to covet the leather seats that looked very comfortable at first sight.
A smile flashed in his eyes, he raised his eyelids and said to the assistant who was wandering around, "Send this cat to the pet hospital for examination later, get vaccinated and get the pet identification tag ready."
The little milk cat seemed dissatisfied with being sent away. It raised its head and meowed, but was immediately silenced by He Buzhou's look, and hid its head between its paws with a shrug.
The assistant nodded in a daze: "Okay, Mr. He."
He was a bit suspicious that Mr. He in front of him had been possessed. Not only did he pick up a doll, but he also picked up a cat. This was not at all in line with Mr. He's aloof persona.
Xiao Yi'an, who had just fainted, felt numb when he heard He Buzhou's cello-like deep and sexy voice.
As a face-controlled and voice-controlled person, Xiao Yi'an really couldn't stand this kind of voice.
Through the blanket, he heard He Buzhou say to his assistant: "Let's drive."
The assistant said hello, and then the luxury car that had been parked on the roadside for a long time finally restarted and slowly drove into the traffic.
The author has something to say:
An'an is not a D-baby, but a living person turned into a doll. He will die if he is taken apart.
There is a reason why it is in the garbage dump, which I will write about later.
An An raised his hands to ask for a hug: Please take care of QAQ!
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