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

What number?

Steward Xu was taken aback when he heard this question on the other end of the phone, and asked back, "Master Lu, why are you asking this?"

"It's okay, just tell me." Lu Hanfan said with an unclear expression.

Steward Xu hesitated for a while, because everyone knew when Xin Miaomiao died, and it was no secret to anyone. He just hesitated for a moment, and then replied, "It's November 27."

Maybe he wouldn't remember other people's deaths so clearly, but Xin Miaomiao's, he remembered them deeply in his heart.

"Morning or afternoon, is there a specific time?"

"Master Xu, why are you asking this?" Lu Hanfan asked so carefully that Housekeeper Xu couldn't help but hesitate again.

"What do you care about me? Remember?"

"I remember, it was probably from ten to eleven o'clock in the morning." Because Xin Miaomiao went to the playground after nine o'clock in the morning that day, and the group came back with grief before twelve o'clock at noon.

"I see. Don't tell anyone about the things I asked you." Lu Hanfan hung up the phone after saying this.

After the phone call, his expression was no longer shocking enough to describe it.

Xin Miaomiao died on the morning of November 27 five years ago, and Fat Mao'er was born on the afternoon of November 27 five years ago. What does this mean?

Xin Miaomiao died in the morning and was reincarnated into a cat in the afternoon?

Lu Hanfan didn't know if his guess was right, but this guess shocked him so much that he couldn't express it in words.

He pursed his lips tightly, and went downstairs with a cold expression.

Whether all this is true or not, we have to wait for Mo Ziqi to tell him personally, but Mo Ziqi is not here now, so he can only wait, but he can't wait any longer.

"Meow?" Fat Cat waited for Lu Hanfan in the room for a long time, and when he heard his voice coming downstairs, he followed him. When he saw him sitting on the sofa downstairs, he couldn't help but yelled suspiciously.

Meow meow, didn't you say you called her for her?Why did you sit down again?

Fat Cat went downstairs in a jerk, followed by Brother Wolf.

"Meow?" Help Master Meow to make a call.

The fat cat squatted in front of Lu Hanfan, stretched out its little paws to hook his trousers, and shouted unhappily.

Lu Hanfan followed her movements, his eyes were dim and unclear, and his usually clear eyes seemed to be infected with a hurricane in an instant, hiding a violent storm.

The breath on his body was also scary, not at all like the usual gentle Lu Hanfan.

"Meow?" What's wrong with you?uncomfortable?

But Fat Cat was not afraid at all, jumped onto the sofa, raised his upper body, tried his best to prop up his little head, and reached for his pale handsome face with his little paws.

Before the fleshy little paw touched him, he raised his hand and pushed it away.

A man's strength was beyond the reach of a cat, and he was thrown far away, his butt hit the sofa cushion behind him, he became unstable, turned over and rolled off the edge of the sofa.

The little wolf below hurried up to continue, but there was no time.

"Meow!" What are you pushing Meow-sama for?

The fat cat fell to the ground on all fours after being pushed by him. It didn't hurt much, but the whole cat felt dumbfounded.

Where had she seen such a rude way.

Immediately, he was so angry that he meowed, and his little hair stood on end. The little wolf shared his hatred and roared at Lu Hanfan, baring his teeth.