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

"Do you know who made it?" Mo Ziqi asked with murderous eyes as he picked up the black bead from Tang Qiaoqiao's hand.

"I know, but I can't tell you, that's your business, and protecting her is also your business." Tang Qiaoqiao said.

She looked at Mo Ziqi, hugged the fat cat in his arms again, stroked her fluffy little hair gently, and said to Mo Ziqi: "Since you don't want her to die again, you can just let her die again." Continue to guard her, I have to go to retreat, the time is uncertain, you remember my words, don't let her identity be exposed, otherwise..."

Even if he didn't say what happened later, Mo Ziqi could still understand.

He nodded solemnly: "I know."

He originally planned to let Fat Maoer go to see Yang Rong, but now it seems that he can't. The person who wants to harm Fat Maoer has not surfaced yet, and he will never let her fall into danger again.

On this point, Tang Qiaoqiao still trusted Mo Ziqi quite a bit. She returned the fat cat to Mo Ziqi, and when she returned it, she secretly weighed her chubby body, feeling an indescribable sense of weight, and the corners of her mouth With a slight twitch, this little brat seems to be living a good life.

"This wolf..." Tang Qiaoqiao looked at the unconscious wolf at her feet, shook her head slightly, and disappeared into the hall without saying anything.

Hearing Tang Qiaoqiao's sigh before leaving, Mo Ziqi also looked at the little wolf on the ground, his eyes flashed, he stretched out his foot, and kicked him away.

After Tang Qiaoqiao left, Mo Ziqi sat on the sofa, stroking the sleepy fat cat, thinking about what Tang Qiaoqiao said before, frowning tightly.

He doesn't like this feeling very much.

The feeling that others know everything, but I don't know anything.

Even to protect the person he wants to protect, he has to be reminded by others, which makes him feel very powerless.

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In the evening, the Lu family returned one after another.

Lu Hanfan clearly felt the unusual aura on Mo Ziqi's body. He hugged the rare fat cat in his arms, and asked Mo Ziqi suspiciously: "What's wrong with you? Why do you seem to have changed after not seeing you for a day?" Same as one person?"

"I'm going away for a few days."

"Leave, where are you going?" Yu Huang asked this question, and looked over worriedly: "Are you going to City C?"

"That's right, yesterday you said you were going to City C, why? Are you leaving tomorrow?" Lu Hanfan asked Mo Ziqi.

Mo Ziqi shook his head: "Not going to City C, but leaving for a few days." He looked at the fat cat in Lu Hanfan's arms: "These few days, you help me take care of Miaomiao."

"Hey, what you said is wrong, Miaomiao is mine, can I not take care of it?"

"its mine!"

"I say you……"

"Okay, don't say a word!" Yu Huang saw that the two had quarreled again over Fat Mao'er's ownership, and immediately glared at Lu Hanfan.

Then he turned his head and looked at Mo Ziqi kindly, and asked in a completely different tone: "Ziqi, where are you going?"

"A business trip." Mo Ziqi said ambiguously.

As soon as Yu Huang heard it, she knew that he didn't want to talk about it, so she didn't continue to worry about this issue. As far as she was concerned, as long as Mo Ziqi didn't go back to City C to live a life where there were no people, ghosts or ghosts, she wouldn't interfere. his life.

After dinner, Mo Ziqi carried the fat cat back to his room to rest.

Fat Cat squatted on Mo Ziqi's chest with some doubts, asking him why he didn't take him to City C to see that poor mother.