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

After saying this, he didn't care about the woman's reaction, turned around and went into the restaurant, and asked the people at the dinner party why Lu Hanfan was angry.

"We don't know about this, but he answered a call, saying that Meow Meow is gone or something? I didn't understand." Someone explained during the dinner.

Meow meow?gone?

The man stared and thought for a while, and he didn't know what he thought of, his eyes lit up, he turned around and ran out.

It's just that when the man drove slowly and drove to the place where he met Fat Cat, Fat Cat was no longer there.

Fat Cat was still wandering aimlessly all over the street. Because the weather was too cold, the blood and water on her hair all condensed into pieces of ice slag, which was heavy and cold.

She was so hungry that when she walked to a small restaurant by the side of the road, she couldn't help but stop, and looked at the large iron basins on the table outside the restaurant with some greedy eyes, which were full of cooked chicken legs and Fragrant dry.

She looked at the drumstick, wishing she could jump on it and grab one.

"Meow." Can you give me a chicken leg?

The fat cat stood in front of the restaurant door and called out to the middle-aged woman who was selling at the door, pointing at the table with chicken legs with her little paw.

Seeing her following the voice, the middle-aged woman frowned in disgust and shouted, "Go away!"

"Meow." Just one chicken leg, one is enough.

The fat cat was really hungry. Although he was scared, he didn't run away, and yelled at the middle-aged woman again.

The middle-aged woman saw that the fat cat couldn't yell, so she turned around and picked up a shovel, and threw it at the fat cat. The fat cat's eyes widened in fright, and she couldn't help thinking of last night. The matter of being hit by a stool, he jumped up, scratched his paw at the pant leg of the middle-aged woman, and ran away.

"Little beast! Don't let me see you again!" Seeing the fat cat running away, the middle-aged woman stomped her feet and cursed angrily.

"How do you sell this chicken leg?" Just as she was scolding vigorously, a man walked up beside her and asked. He was in a suit and leather shoes, and he was very handsome. He could tell at a glance that he was a man with a successful career.

"Hello, hello, five yuan each, how many do you want?"

"Four." The man said, and handed out a red ticket to the middle-aged woman: "You don't need to look for it."

"Well, this is your chicken leg, it's hot, I guarantee that there is no such delicious chicken leg..." Four chicken legs were sold for 100 yuan, and the middle-aged woman smiled so much that her eyes narrowed into a slit , happily bragging with the man.

The man looked very gentle. Hearing the words, he just nodded lightly, with light eyebrows and eyes, as noble and elegant as the young man who walked out of the portrait.

The middle-aged woman was surprised in her heart, and muttered, never thought that such a refined and expensive handsome guy would buy and eat her chicken legs, and only four of them?

However, she immediately realized that she was wrong. The man didn't buy the chicken legs to eat for himself, but took the box of chicken legs and walked slowly to the root of the tree not far away, and put the chicken legs on the tree that had just been driven away. In front of a fat cat.

When Fat Cat saw the chicken leg that suddenly appeared in front of him, he was also surprised. When he looked up, he saw a very handsome face.

"Meow?" Give me something to eat?

"Let's eat." The man squatted in front of the fat cat, smiling beautifully.