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Although he intends to make friends with the little milk cat, the language barrier is a big problem.

No matter what Fang Tang said, the little milk cat would only reply "meow".After listening a lot, Fang Tang also followed suit, meowing twice to entertain himself when he had nothing to do.

When Zhuang Ran came back from the pet shop, he opened the door and saw Fang Tang cross-legged on the sofa in the living room, facing the little milk cat.

Meow to meow.

His hand that was holding the cat food and small toys trembled, Su's whole body went numb, and he subconsciously raised his hand to wipe his nose, luckily there was no nosebleed.

Otherwise, where will the face of the horror novel boss be put!

After a while, Zhuang Ran packed up the cat food and cat litter toys he bought, and Fang Tang watched beside him for a while before going to the balcony to water the flowers.

Zhuang Ran was very happy stroking the cat. When he touched the little milk cat's chin, he came across a round piece of metal, which was strung on a rope and tied around the cat's neck.

He discovered it yesterday, but he didn't pay attention to it. Now that the light is good, he turned it over and saw a row of small numbers.Eleven digits...like a phone number! !

It was really the owner of the cat who called, and the one they described on the phone was exactly the same as the one they picked up.

Fang Tang was very happy but also a little unhappy, agreed on a time and place, and sent the cat back with Zhuang Ran.

The owner of the cat is a very cute little girl. First, she thanked Zhuang Ran for a long time, and asked Zhuang Ran for an autograph, saying that she was a fan of Zhuang Ran.

Wearing a yellow sweater, Fang Tang quietly followed Zhuang Ran, looking at the little milk cat eagerly, and bid farewell with his eyes.

In the end, Zhuang Ran reluctantly dragged her home.

"Unhappy?" Zhuang Ran knew that he was uncomfortable.

Although wronged, Fang Tang comforted himself miraculously from another angle, "A little bit. The kitten has found its owner, so you can only hug me in the future, hehe."

Zhuang Ran, who was just about to say that we should also buy one, shut his mouth silently. The film king got up and sighed sadly, "I'm quite uncomfortable, and I won't be able to play with cats anymore."

The considerate Fang Tang immediately leaned over and patted his chest, "There is me, you are teasing me."

Zhuang Ran, who was bursting with laughter in his heart, pinched himself to try to maintain his composure, "Cats are so fun, petting their fluffy ones."

The upright saccharine Fang Tang hurried into his arms, and by the way Amway himself, "Touch me! I'm easy to touch too! Meow~"

Zhuang Ran pinched his chubby face, and while secretly delighted in his heart, he said earnestly, "You can't be so flirtatious to others."

"You are not someone else." Fang Tang murmured in a low voice, "You might say you are the little husband."

Zhuang Ran, who was clearly refreshed by Fang Tang, wanted to turn on the computer on the spot and write him a [-]-character prose that is not suitable for children.

Zhuang Ran, the boss who claimed to have seen big winds and waves, gods, ghosts and ghosts at his fingertips, successfully overturned the car at Fang Tang's place.

Before he turned on the computer and changed the spooky horror to the basic emotion, the phone rang, first there was the sound of a wooden fish, and then there was a long passage of the Great Compassion Mantra.

This is the exclusive ringtone for Chubby! !

Zhuang Ran, who has been urged to write too many times, specially set it up for him, very desireless.

Taking a deep breath, and connecting with a smile on his face, Zhuang Ran has already whipped this guy for disturbing other people's flirting ten thousand times in his heart, "You better have something very important."

Smelling a trace of unusual fatness, she shrank her neck and said, "Today's class reunion, I'm afraid you will forget."

After finishing speaking, he suddenly got something, he smiled, "What's wrong? I'm bothering you??"

My head full of pornographic waste has been purified by the Great Compassion Curse into socialist brotherhood, and Zhuang Ran's little Huang Wen died before he could write a single word, so he is not very happy.

Glancing at the sweet and bubbling Fang Tang, he comforted him a little, "Send me the address, and I'll take Tangtang over there later, see you at the hotel."

Anyway, people are next to me, so sooner or later they will drive [-] words.