Report to the president, Mr. Ben Miao does not warm the bed

Lu Hanfan was so choked by Yu Huang's words that he couldn't speak for a long time. He looked down at his breakfast, and at the figure of Lu's father disappearing at the door, and subconsciously picked up his own bowl He went in, but before he got up, he was stopped by Yu Huang: "Eat here!"

"..." Lu Hanfan silently continued to be sad in his heart, as expected, he really picked it up.

Yu Huang was very scary when she put on a straight face. Lu Hanfan didn't dare to confront her, so he could only sit there and eat his breakfast without any distraction.

And compared to Lu Hanfan's uselessness and dissatisfaction, the one person and one cat in the ward are extremely harmonious.

When Mozi Qigang reunited with Fat Cat, he naturally pampered her like a baby, not even letting her move her little paws, tearing the meat into strips and feeding it to her mouth, and touching the soup by herself, feeling uncomfortable. When it was hot, I put it in her mouth, for fear that she would burn it or something happened.

That's it, a certain fat cat who doesn't know what to do or what to do is disgusted.

Seeing that Mo Ziqi was testing the temperature of her soup again, she couldn't help but bury him.

"Meow." You don't want to drink it, and if you drink it again, Master Meow will be gone.

Look, she is still drinking her soup like someone else is robbing her.

If it was before, Mo Ziqi might have scolded her for being heartless, but now, he felt that even so, she was cute enough to make him feel sorry for her.

He stroked her little hairy head, and coaxed softly: "Yes, I won't drink it, I will leave it all to you."

Fat Cat just wanted to say that this servant is sensible, but when he looked up, he saw that Mo Ziqi's face was pale and his lips were also pale, obviously he was not in good health.

She felt a little unbearable again, and felt that it was okay if she drank less.

The little paw patted the back of his hand, and when Mo Ziqi looked over, he said mercifully: "Meow." Eat, eat, I will give you some.

Hearing this, Mo Ziqi smiled, but did not refuse. He lowered his head and took a sip of the soup, then handed the soup to her and asked her to drink it too.

One person, one cat, one bite at a time, no one dislikes each other, drinking the same bowl of soup.

Fat Cat has never been served so comfortably.

Compared with Lu Hanfan's servant, she found that this new servant is more qualified now, and he doesn't need her to tell her. He held her in his arms and rubbed her tall belly.

Fat Cat flicked its tail comfortably, thinking that this servant is really nice.

"Is it comfortable?" Mo Ziqi asked, helping her rub it one by one. After five years, he still does it very easily. When Fat Cat was still a human, he often rubbed her for her. , Now it's just picking up the previous ones.

"Meow." It's comfortable.The fat cat nodded, its little paws kept shaking, they were still beautiful there.

"Meow." At this time, it would be nice to have some veal jerky.

"Not full?" Mo Ziqi frowned, looking at her with some distress, as if she had suffered a lot: "It's all my fault, if I could find you sooner, you wouldn't even eat Not full."

Come on.

Fortunately, Lu Hanfan didn't hear these words, otherwise he would have jumped up in anger.

Which meal of this fat cat didn't eat a round belly?You still say you are not full?Isn't this talking nonsense?This little fat is for nothing?