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Chapter 980 Young Master Yang's Fear of Cats

"cough."

A light cough sounded in his ears at this time.

There are only two people and one cat in this car.

Lin Zhaoxia didn't cough, neither did the kitten.

Who else could there be besides the last Young Master Yang?

Lin Zhaoxia recovered from her daze, turned her eyes to the side, and raised her eyebrows, "Little wife has a cold?"

Yang Moyan glanced at the young man out of the corner of his eye, and said in a very flat voice, "That cat, do you want to raise it?"

"En?" Lin Zhaoxia didn't expect Yang Moyan to ask such a question, but she answered affirmatively, "Yes, I want to raise it and take it home."

As he spoke, the other scratched the cat's fur again.

The kitten arched Lin Zhaoxia's arm coquettishly, making a childish meowing sound.

This made Young Master Yang, who happened to be at the traffic light at this time and could turn around and look directly at the boy, not very happy.

Looking down at the little white cat coquettishly on the boy's lap, it was unexpectedly an eyesore, and he wanted to throw that little thing out of the car!

Want to raise?

Just take it home like that?

What about him?
Don't want to raise it?
Take it home?

He looked at Lin Zhaoxia meaningfully, and when the traffic light passed, he turned the steering wheel, his eyes narrowed back.

Lin Zhaoxia propped her chin up and looked at his sharply curved side face. That handsome and dignified appearance was both indifferent and fatally attractive.

"Any questions?"

She asked very casually.

It wasn't a big problem at first.

But after such a problem.

Yang Moyan spoke.

"Have."

A very simple word, with a held indifference.

This made Lin Zhaoxia raise her eyebrows, and the corners of her lips curled up, "What's the problem?"

"I don't want you to raise it."

"reason."

"..."

Yang Moyan pursed his lips and stopped talking.

Lin Zhaoxia propped her chin up, her eyes just fell on the unparalleled handsome profile, with a bit of laziness, quietly waiting for Yang Moyan's reason.

But I don't know how long it took.

The tall Lin Zhaoxia felt sleepy again.

Young Master Yang still didn't utter any reason.

It's as if the last conversation never happened.

But Yang Moyan did not relax his still tightly pursed lips, but revealed that the other party's heart was fluctuating strongly.

Huh?
This is really strange.

What is it that makes such a noble and indifferent person like Young Master Yang start to fluctuate in his heart?
Lin Zhaoxia raised her lips, and the expression between her brows and eyes became more lazy.

And the curvature of that lip.

It's even more fun.

Yang Moyan noticed.

But how to answer?

He glanced at the cat, full of disgust and a chill in his heart.

Lin Zhaoxia noticed Yang Moyan's expression twice.

She pondered for two minutes, pointing her chin with her index finger.

Finally, two conclusions are drawn.

One: Yang Moyan has a well-known obsession with cleanliness, and he absolutely dislikes this kind of cat, which is a small animal that likes to shed hair.

Two: Allergies to cat fur, or...fear of cats.

But who is Yang Moyan?

Lin Zhaoxia guessed the first one.

But it doesn't feel like it.

Disgusting is normal.

After all, that guy's cleanliness can't be changed.

But what about the rest?
She paused and decided to try it out.

"It can't be my little wife, do you have some unknown fear of cats?"

Said it was a trial.

But Lin Zhaoxia is absolutely straight to the point, it is simply no more straightforward than this.

I thought that Young Master Yang would come back casually and say a few words.

It's not unexpected.

Yang Moyan's face turned pale, as if he had been poked by something, and the dark green pupils were rolling with darkness, which was so gloomy that it was not very good-looking.

(End of this chapter)