I'm stealing the male god's cat every day

Early in the morning, I harvested a hearty breakfast of love, and even the energy of waking up disappeared.

Ruan Ming carefully put away Xia Fengqiao's note and put it in his notebook.

He endured and endured, but he still couldn't hold back his excitement.

Take out your phone, take photos, and send Weibo.

The accompanying picture is pancake fruit and soy milk, followed by a happy little emoji.

Not long after the Weibo was posted, news came from the group.

Tangtang: Is the sun coming out from the west?You got up so early, and you are still interested in buying breakfast?

Ruan Ming was afraid that Tangtang would start booing again when he found out, so he dared not say that Xia Fengqiao bought it.

He typed the reply very guiltyly.

Ranming: Well, I woke up early in the morning and couldn't fall asleep.

Tangtang didn't think much about it, she thought that he couldn't sleep because he was so excited that he was flopped by the male god yesterday.

Tangtang: By the way, the postcard has to be drawn quickly, otherwise it might not be ready for printing.

Ruan Ming complied: I can draw it today and send it to you in the evening.

Tangtang: Good!Come on tentacle monster!

After happily eating breakfast, Ruan Ming turned on the computer and started his day's work.

At eight fifty, the alarm clock on the table rang on time.

Ruan Ming paused.

Usually at this time, he would get up and prepare to meet the escaped cat.

But today...

Ruan Ming sighed, raised his hand and turned off the alarm clock.

Since Mother Xia and Sister Xia are here, Milk Tea must not escape from prison today.

Alas, I can't play cats today.

Ruan Ming bit his lower lip pitifully.

In this way, he hasn't touched a cat for several days.

Miserable.

But at this moment, there was a small sound of barking, mixed with two milky meows.

"???"

He turned to look at the alarm clock on the table.

Nine o'clock sharp.

An unpleasant premonition rose in Ruan Ming's heart.

No way……

He hastily put down the stylus in his hand and trot to the door.

As soon as the door was opened, there was a snow-white kitten squatting on the small cushion in front of it, with big sea-blue eyes looking at him innocently.

"Meow~" a meow was eloquent and long.

Milk Tea didn't treat this place as someone else's home at all, as soon as Ruan Ming's door opened, it got up and wanted to go in.

"Wait, wait..." Ruan Ming was stunned.

Cats don't care what worries humans.

In a short time, it had already slipped in through the crack of the door.

Ruan Ming looked at the closed door opposite with a guilty conscience, his heart was almost in his throat.

He quickly closed the door, turned around and picked up the milk tea.

"Little ancestor, there are still people in your room. If you come here now, won't we be exposed?"

"Then you might not have the chance to go to Ruan's cat care center in the future."

"Go back quickly."

Milk Tea kicked her legs in dissatisfaction and broke free from his embrace.

It angrily bit Ruan Ming's fingertips lightly, walked to the box containing canned cat food, and sat down.

Very conscious of being fed.

"..." Ruan Ming couldn't laugh or cry.

He pinched the cat's cold thin ears, and softly taught, "Why do you remember to eat?"

He said it aloud, but Ruan Ming still took a box of canned food and offered it to the cat owner.

"Hurry up and eat, I'll take you back after eating."

The milk tea licked his palm, lowered his head, snoring and eating deliciously.

After a while, the can was half empty.

The cat licked its nose, sat down solemnly, licked its paws, and then washed its face with its paws.

"Are you full?" Ruan Ming stroked its stomach.

Sure enough, it was already swollen. He got up and picked up the unfinished half-box of cans and put them in the refrigerator.

Turning his head again, there was no sign of the cat in the living room.

Ruan Ming's heart skipped a beat, and he started looking for the cat.

"milk tea?!"

A milky meow came from the room.

Looking again, it turned out that the little ancestor had already rolled himself into a ball and nestled in the chair in front of the computer desk.

This little guy obviously has plenty of experience.

After eating canned cat food, he was about to start painting. Even before Ruan Ming arrived, he had already entered his post, ready to be a plush ornament to accompany painting.

What a sweetheart kitty.

Ruan Ming was so moved that he jumped up and rubbed the cat's soft fur.

The milk tea accepted the excrement shovel officer's enthusiasm very comfortably, and he was still snoring in his throat.

After rubbing for a full circle, Ruan Ming was satisfied.

He reluctantly withdrew his hand from stroking the cat, and raised his hand to tap the cat's wet little nose.

"Not today, I have to send you back quickly."

The cat was still immersed in the comfortable massage, and its two front paws were soft and stomped, without any intention of moving.

"Let's go!" Ruan Ming gritted his teeth, picked up the milk tea, and walked towards the door.

There is a meeting in the tutor's office of the college.

Several students sat in a row and listened carefully to the man in the middle.

"The research scope of geography is very wide. There is no fixed topic for your papers this year, and you can write about any aspect you are interested in."

"Regarding the acquisition of data, meteorological data and remote sensing data can be found directly on the Internet..."

The deserted voice rang unhurriedly in the room.

Suddenly, a bell rang to break the silence.

Xia Fengqiao looked down at the caller ID on the screen and frowned calmly.

Instead of answering the call, he turned his phone to silent.

"After choosing the topic, send me the outline first, and then start writing after confirming that there is no problem..."

The phone screen on the table flickered on and off, off and on again.

After a few times, the person opposite seemed to have given up and simply sent a text message.

The phone screen lit up again, and there was only a short line of words on it.

Xia Shihuai: Your cat is gone.

Xia Fengqiao glanced at it from the corner of his eye, and his eyebrows raised unconsciously.

"After the outline and thesis are finished, send them to my mailbox, and I will reply when they are revised. Are there any questions?"

Some of the students raised their hands: "Teacher, what if we encounter difficulties in writing the thesis?"

Xia Fengqiao looked down at the phone again, and looked up to report a series of phone numbers.

"Send me a text message if you encounter difficulties."

After briefly explaining the situation in a few words, Xia Fengqiao stood up: "If there is no problem, I will come here first today. I still have something to do."

The students nodded and stood up to say goodbye.

Xia Fengqiao looked down at the time, it was already a quarter of an hour since the first phone call.

I don't know how the milk tea is doing now.

He glanced down at the work plan on the table and confirmed that there was no schedule for the next period of time.

Xia Fengqiao picked up his coat and strode out the door.

The autumn wind blows on the face, with a faint fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus.

The red leaves of the maple trees in the school are covered with branches, and many tourists who come here stand there to take pictures.

But Xia Fengqiao had no intention of admiring the beautiful scenery at this time.

He walked quickly to the parking lot while calling Xia Shihuai.

"Hello, the number you dialed was not answered, please try again later."

Xia Fengqiao frowned, hung up the phone quickly, and called again.

This time, the beep didn't ring for a while, and someone picked it up soon.

"Did you find the milk tea?"

Before the other party could speak, Xia Fengqiao asked straight to the point.

There was a bit of panting in his voice, but it was full of coldness.

"I found it, I found it."

Xia Shihuai was taken aback by the coldness in his tone, and said quickly.

The heart that was about to rise to the chest finally fell back to its original place.

Xia Fengqiao's footsteps gradually slowed down. He looked at the parking lot not far away and stood still.

It wasn't until he relaxed that Xia Fengqiao realized that his fingertips were slightly numb.

"……what is the problem."

"After you went out to work, Milk Tea went back to the cat's bed to sleep, and I didn't pay attention. But when I came back from shopping with my mother, the cat was gone."

Xia Fengqiao couldn't help but frowned.

"How did you find that?"

"Oh." Xia Shihuai paused: "I came out to look for the cat, but when I opened the door, I saw Ruan Ming coming out with milk tea in his arms."

"..."

Xia Fengqiao slowly put out a question mark.

"Ruan Ming? How did the milk tea go to his house?"

"I don't know either. You called before I had time to ask."

The girl's voice came through the microphone, with a teasing smile.

"Why don't you ask yourself?"

Listening to the voice on the other end of the phone, Xia Fengqiao was silent for a while, and asked, "Is Ruan Ming there?"

Xia Shihuai looked at the young man standing in front of him hugging the cat, nodded: "Yes."

"You ask Ruan Ming to answer the phone."

In the corridor, Ruan Ming stood at the door of his house, anxiously waiting for the trial.

He never expected that when he opened the door and was about to stuff milk tea through the window, he bumped into Xia Shihuai who was out looking for a cat.

Before he even had time to explain, Xia Fengqiao's call came in.

Hearing the sound of the two talking on the phone, Ruan Ming felt agitated in his heart.

Is his cat-leasing business about to overturn?

After that, will he no longer be able to pet cats, and there will be no canned milk tea, will he be hungry and thin?

Would Xia Fengqiao be angry if he knew that he had been stroking his cat secretly?

How will he explain to Xia Fengqiao later...

In his arms, the kitten licked its paws leisurely, without the slightest bit of shame as the culprit.

At this moment, Xia Shihuai suddenly removed the mobile phone from her ear and handed it to Ruan Ming.

"?"

Ruan Ming took a breath.

Seeing that he was holding the cat, Xia Shihuai simply held the phone to Ruan Ming's ear because he had no time to answer the phone.

A few seconds later, a clear and familiar voice came from my ear.