There is a krypton gold boss in the live broadcast room

"Meng Hanchu?! Why are you here? Could it be that you are the person Brother Li mentioned?" Xiang Cun asked very quickly, with surprise written all over his face.

Meng Hanchu blinked, stretched out his hand to stroke the cat's master, smiled without answering.

Xiang Cunxin thought: Could it be that the person Meng Hanchu was in a hurry to find last time was Brother Li?

"Do you mind if I bring the cat in? I have a cat bag in the car. If you don't like it, I'll let it stay in it first." Meng Hanchu pointed to the cat at his feet, signaling to Cun.

"No, it's okay, come in quickly. I'm just a little scared by you, I like it quite a bit." Xiang Cun stammered to explain, not knowing what he wanted to express.

Meng Hanchu smiled gently, knelt down and hugged the cat into his arms, and followed Xiangcun into the house.

"By the way, where is Mr. Li Yan? Is he not there?" Meng Hanchu casually looked at the layout of the room, and his eyes froze for a moment when they touched the photo of Xiang Cun and others in the corner.

"He, he is probably still buying vegetables in the supermarket. It is said that he will cook for you tonight. However, he has chosen the late stage of difficulty, so he may have to wait until he comes back...don't stand I'm asleep, I feel very stressed, don't you want to sit down?" Xiang Cun pointed to the sofa and suggested.Since Meng Hanchu was taller than Xiang Cun, Xiang Cun needed to raise his head slightly to meet his gaze, which invisibly gave people a sense of height oppression.

Xiang Cun seemed to suddenly remember something, walked quickly to the kitchen, took out the tea bag given to him by the previous boss from the cupboard, and brewed tea for Meng Hanchu in an extremely unfamiliar way.Although he is not sure if this kind of tea bag suits Meng Hanchu's taste - the boss's handsome, calm, rich and handsome man has a pure and flawless girl's heart under his skin, he likes sweets and fruity drinks, and he buys all kinds of tea bags Taste of fruit tea.The boss bought a lot of snacks and fruit tea and scented tea when he was traveling abroad. When he came back, he carried forward the spirit of the boss to care for his subordinates and gave him a few large boxes. Unfortunately, Xiang Cun was too lazy to open the package, so he didn’t know where to put it. how long.

Xiang Cun thought to himself: My sister fans should like these, right?Anyway, the boss can't finish drinking so much, why don't Weibo draw some lucky girls to give some out.

I took a special look at the production date—fortunately, there is still a long shelf life.

When he was about to pour the brewed tea into cups, Xiang Cun encountered a difficulty.

He and Li Yan have always been the only two people in the house, and Li Yan is often away on business trips, and most of the things in the house are his personal belongings, and there is no such thing as a disposable cup.If you want to pour tea for Meng Hanchu, you can only use his own cup or bowl.

But no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like you are sincerely entertaining guests. Even the most basic hospitality supplies are not prepared, which is really impolite.

"Sorry, I didn't buy a tea set at home. Do you mind if I put it in a bowl for you?" Xiang Cun asked uncertainly, and at the same time, he thought in his heart that if Meng Hanchu didn't like it, he could just go to the supermarket and buy something. Sooner or later it will be ready.

Meng Hanchu smiled and shook his head, looking forward to it: "Then it will be troublesome."

Xiang Cun breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and went to the kitchen to get a bowl with a SpongeBob SquarePants print.

Coincidentally, this is also a gift from the boss. I bought more things and gave it to him.

For a moment, Xiang Cun couldn't help feeling a little bit emotional. During the few years of working with the boss, it was like a recycling bin, and everything that the boss didn't need was transferred to him.From another point of view, it also seems to reflect that it is a very lucky thing to work with the boss, at least there is no lack of benefits.

Meng Hanchu took the bowl from Xiang Cun, and the cat in his arms stretched its neck and waved its paws, looking eager to try.He held the cat down with his hands, took a sip and put it down.

"It's still a familiar taste. It seems that these are your boss's true love. The taste hasn't changed after so long... Hey, Cun Cun, I can't drink this."

The cat in his arms suddenly struggled and jumped out of his hands. Meng Hanchu reached out to stop it.But I saw that it easily avoided the blocking of its own shit-shoveling officer, and walked in another direction with its short legs. The aura with its head held high was like a king patrolling the country's territory on his own territory.

Xiang Cun couldn't help laughing when he saw it, and naturally found a topic to cut into from the cat: "Han Chu, your cat must have been raised for a long time, right? It looks big too."

"It's been almost a year. My friend owns a cattery. He just gave it to me. According to him, raising a cat can increase your personal charm, and you might get out of the singles someday," said Meng Hanchu. Looking deeply at Xiang Cun, his eyes rolled around, a little more inexplicable, "It should follow me after I live in, do you mind living with my cat?"

"No, no." Xiang Cun quickly waved his hand, indicating that he had no problems at all.

He looked at the puppet cats wandering around, and suddenly fell into the past, and the bits and pieces he had experienced filled his heart, and finally the separated picture was frozen forever.

"I also raised a cat before, when I was in college." The little figure in front of him touched the most special existence in Xiang Cun's memory. Every time he recalled the past, Xiang Cun felt more regretful.

Meng Hanchu was surprised by his answer, but since he saw Xiang Cun, he had never seen Xiang Cun with a pet around him, "What about now?"

Xiang Cun's breathing slowed down, and his tone was slightly choked: "I failed to take good care of him, and it will be gone in three months.".

"...Why?" Meng Hanchu subconsciously asked.

"Actually, it's all my fault. At that time, I was too immature and didn't have enough financial ability to buy cats from unreliable cat dealers," his voice was very soft, and his calm statement was full of memories. smell. "At that time, I was in some trouble emotionally." While speaking, I gestured again and again: "It seemed like I was stuck in a quagmire, and I couldn't get it out with all my strength."

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Why is there no comment on QAQ, I'm afraid I'm cheating.I'm going to take a long trip on the [-]th, and I may have to stop for a while to finish this week's list. emmmmm is going to Nanning's studio to train for a month orz may not come back until August