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

On the other side, Xin Furong was invited to the reception room by the servants of the Lu family, and waited for Mo Ziqi with a feeling of discontent.

She and Mo Ziqi have known each other for many years and know what kind of person he is. Five years ago, Xin Miaomiao was the only exception. In the past five years, she didn't care about anything and only cared about resurrecting Xin Miaomiao.

How could such a man have the leisure to keep pets, and even delay the resurrection of Xin Miaomiao?

Although the conjecture in her heart was too shocking, but apart from this possibility, she couldn't think of other reasons.

She also felt that she must be crazy, otherwise how could she have thought of this possibility?

She waited in the reception room for about ten minutes, and these ten minutes were a torment for her. She thought a lot, and even thought of the tragic scene when Xin Miaomiao died, tears filled her eyes.

She didn't close her eyes until she heard footsteps outside, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and looked towards the door.

After being led to the reception room by the servant, Mo Ziqi saw Xin Furong inside, and asked the servant to leave first in a low voice.

Seeing him, Xin Furong got up quickly, walked up to him, looked at him unblinkingly, and said sharply, "Mo Ziqi, who is that cat?"

"What?" Mo Ziqi asked back with deep eyes.

"Mo Ziqi, don't play tricks on me, who is that cat? Is she..." Xin Furong couldn't say anything after that, she just looked at Mo Ziqi nervously and flusteredly, Because the answer to this question, whether it is yes or no, will bring unpredictable shocks to her.

The fat cat sitting on top of the little wolf's forehead, hiding outside the door, was also inexplicably nervous. He felt his little heart beating wildly, as if it was about to jump out of his throat.

She followed Mo Ziqi all the way here, originally to listen to gossip, but came here with a sour mood, to see if he was really what Lu Hanfan said, he was on a date with someone else, and wanted to have a date "Caught rape in bed" or something, I didn't want to come, but what I heard was about myself.

She didn't know what Xin Furong wanted to ask, but she was nervous, inexplicably nervous.

She was also waiting for Mo Ziqi's answer, wanting to know what to say after that sentence.

But at this time, the two people in the room stopped talking?

Fat Cat began to wonder, did their voices become quieter?That's why she couldn't hear. She tightly grasped the fur on the little wolf's forehead with her little paws, and carefully moved the fur's ears forward again, trying to hear clearly.

Still no sound?

What the hell are you doing?

The fat cat shook its fat body in dissatisfaction, and leaned forward again. The fat body shook dangerously in mid-air several times, and when it almost fell to the ground, it heard the sound coming from inside.

"Mo Ziqi, why don't you speak? You just tell me, don't you?" Xin Furong's voice was very excited, but also faintly choked up, as if she was forcibly suppressing some kind of emotion.

Yes or no?What is it?

Fat Cat was depressed to death.

Say half of what you say for Mao?She was confused, but what made her even more dissatisfied was that Mo Ziqi in the room did not reply a single word from the beginning to the end.

Then, she heard a scream of pain.

"Mo Ziqi, why didn't you tell us! Why!" Xin Furong asked in pain, with complaints and hatred in her tone.