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

"Brother, we are brothers and sisters, can I still argue with you?" Xin Furong retorted, watching a servant bring a cup of thick soup, only then did she realize that Xin Ziwen smelled of alcohol, which should be It's hangover soup.

Xin Furong's eyes became a little guilty. She just thought about how to question Xin Ziwen, but she didn't realize that he drank so much alcohol that the whole room smelled of alcohol.

"Brother, you'd better go to sleep after drinking the sober soup, if you have something to deal with tomorrow, you will break down like this." Xin Furong ordered with some distress.

Xin Ziwen drank the hangover soup without changing his face, and didn't say whether it was good or not. After finishing the hangover soup, he looked at Yuanfeng and said in an orderly tone, "Take Furong to rest."

Yuan Feng nodded, and although he had nothing to say to him, it could be seen from his every action that he had an indescribable respect for this man.

Xin Furong looked at Xin Ziwen, then at Yuanfeng, her eyes became a little complicated, but because she really felt sorry for Xin Ziwen, she didn't rush to ask anything.

Helped by Yuanfeng to the room, Xin Furong lay on the bed but tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep no matter what, and finally fell asleep reluctantly until it was almost morning.

Xin Furong woke up very early the next day. She came here to talk to Xin Ziwen about something. She knew he was busy, and she was afraid that she would miss the early wake up. Xin Ziwen left before dawn.

Xin Furong was a little dejected, and ate breakfast with a straight face. This was a nutritious breakfast made by a nutritious chef specially hired by Xin Ziwen.

Yuan Feng handed her something from time to time. He said very little, but every movement was filled with his concern. Xin Furong just pretended not to see it when she saw it.

After breakfast, Xin Furong took a walk in the small garden outside the villa.

Halfway through the walk, she saw a few servants carrying exquisite dishes and walking towards a separate small house next to her. She followed a few steps curiously.

When the servants saw her following, they didn't intend to stop her.

The door of the small house opened, and several servants walked in in an orderly manner. Xin Furong walked to the door and looked inside curiously.

This look.

His complexion changed accordingly.

It turned out to be the fat cat from three years ago.

But now this cat can no longer be described as fat at all. This cat is very thin, sickly thin, lying on the sofa in the small house with its head buried, and has no intention of raising its head when it hears the sound.

How agile and cute the fat cat was three years ago, but now this cat is numb and silent, deathly silent.

Seeing such a fat cat, Xin Furong felt a little uncomfortable.

It was as if she was watching Miao Miao suffer, even if the soul inside was not her sister, she couldn't bear to watch it.

The servants withdrew the dishes containing the food and left.

Xin Furong stepped forward and asked, "Why is this cat locked up here?"

"Miss Hui, the young master is confining this cat." One of the servants replied with a smile.

Xin Furong frowned suspiciously, confinement?

"Why?" she asked.

"Miss Hui, we don't know about this either." The servant replied with a smile on her face, and seeing that Xin Furong didn't respond, she waited patiently for a while.