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The delicious and mellow smell of lean meat porridge filled the first floor, and Shi Huai could smell it as soon as he came back.

Aunt Song in the kitchen was packing the cooked porridge into an insulated box, ready to take it to the hospital for Shi Huai to drink, but when she turned around, she found that her young master was standing at the door of the kitchen.

"Hey, are you back?" Seeing him, Aunt Song opened the insulated box that had just been twisted, and the inside was steaming and fragrant.

"Xiao Huai, Auntie just made porridge, come and drink some."

With that said, he put the insulated box on the dining table.

Shi Huai obediently followed behind her aunt, and obediently sat down to drink porridge.

The aunt also sat down, chatted with him, and asked about his physical condition.

If she hadn't discovered it in time this morning, she estimated that Shi Huai would have a fever of 39 degrees, and I would be terrified even thinking about it.

Shi Huai concealed the meeting with He Yinan, telling the truth one by one.

The two sat facing each other, and the scene was quite warm.

Aunt Song was Shi Huai who had been in the Shi family since she could remember. It could be said that she had single-handedly raised the two young masters of the Shi family.

Shi Huai's mother had only met him when he was in junior high school, and then passed away just after finishing the high school entrance examination.

In this comparison, Aunt Song, who works in Shi's family, cared more for Shi Huai than Elsie, and she could be regarded as half a mother.

Shi Huai's fever was gone, and Aunt Song still insisted on cooking porridge for him for the next few days, and ordered Shi Huai's air conditioner to not lower than 26 degrees.

Shi Huai couldn't laugh or cry: "26 degrees is so hot, Aunt Song."

In the past, Aunt Song basically responded to Shi Huai's requests, but this time she resolutely refused.

"No, it doesn't matter how you act like a baby this time, it must be 26 degrees, environmental protection and not catching cold."

Shi Huai had no choice but to agree.

After finishing his porridge, he pretended to ask He Kangyang casually.

In the communication with He Yinan just now, he got guidance.

The reason why he has been said to be squeamish is not only because his family has been doing some self-touching things that he can't refuse, but also because of the comparison.

He Kangyang, who was in the control group with him, was not a good opponent.

When I was pregnant, I realized it.

Wouldn't it be enough to catch He Kangyang's tell in advance?

As soon as Aunt Song mentioned He Kangyang, her expression of serious refusal just now softened, and she burst into joy.

"Hey, I'm helping out in the back garden."

"This kid is very obedient and sensible. He asked me early in the morning if there was anything I could do to help. I kept saying that I don't need him, but he still insisted."

Aunt Song couldn't stop praising He Kangyang.

"If it wasn't for his help to finish the place later today, I guess I won't be able to make porridge for you so soon."

Shi Huai wiped his mouth, but didn't reply.

In the previous life, He Kangyang also captured Aunt Song in this way.

But he was not worried, because he knew that He Kangyang would show his feet.

In the previous life, He Kangyang asked Aunt Song to make pickled radish sauce for him. He said he liked it very much, but in the end, because he couldn't eat it, he chose to dump it secretly, and more than half of the jar went into the garbage truck.

He won't be as stupid as before this time, and will look for evidence to prove it instead of saying it in vain.

"Kangyang looks like you, Xiaohuai, but his personality is completely opposite. He prefers to help out. Such a person is destined to be a hard worker."

Aunt Song didn't speak through her brain very much, she suddenly felt emotional, both in and out of her words meant that she felt sorry for He Kangyang, as if she was comparing Shi Huai with He Kangyang.

He Kangyang is so sensible, but the young master is so squeamish, she even asked her to cook the porridge and send it to him.

Naturally, Shi Huai also heard the implication, he paused to drink water, pursed his moistened lips, and his eyes were complicated.

While Aunt Song was feeling emotional, her cell phone rang.

After connecting, I hurriedly got up, ready to go out to buy groceries.

"My husband will be back for dinner tonight, so I'll go shopping first."

Shi Huai responded and went upstairs.

At around five o'clock in the afternoon, Aunt Song came back with vegetables, followed by He Kangyang who was carrying a big fish and sixty-year-old crabs.

He Kangyang was still sweating on his forehead, and asked Aunt Song where to put the ingredients in the kitchen. After Aunt Song returned, he quickly put them away.

As soon as he came out, he saw Shi Huai sitting on the sofa in the living room, with a furry black head floating on the sofa.

He Kangyang paused for a few seconds and decided to go there.

When he was worrying about how to start a chat, a meow came from Shi Huai's side, which attracted all his attention.

A beautiful British short-blue cat nestled in the boy's neck, rubbing it passionately while sticking out its tongue to lick him.

The porcelain-white delicate side face was repeatedly licked by the cat, and the cat's straight tail kept curling up towards the man's shoulders.

It looks pretty cute.

Shi Huai teased and stroked the cat's fur with his hands.

He also found He Kangyang who was looking at him, and smiled kindly.

Seeing He Kangyang looking at the Lanying short cat all the time, he asked a question.

"Want to touch it?"

It's not that He Kangyang likes cats, he's just intrigued by the interaction between this man and cats.

He hesitated and nodded.

As if seeing He Kangyang's embarrassment, Shi Huai handed the cat over and said:

"It's okay, it's very good..."

But as soon as he finished speaking, Lan Yingshort, who was handed over to He Kangyang to touch, immediately exploded, his ears turned into airplane ears, and he breathed loudly at He Kangyang.

He Kangyang was dumbfounded.

Shi Huai was slapped in the face too quickly, but his reaction was also quick, and he quickly brought the cat back to comfort him.

"Sorry, it may not want to play with strangers today, let it play with you next time."

He Kangyang, who was stunned for no reason, was silent, wondering if Shi Huai's words had any deep meaning, so he just nodded.

Shi Huai apologetically brushed the cat's fur.

This is his neighbor's cat, called Ten O'clock, who was born at ten o'clock in the morning.

Ten o'clock has always liked him, and every day I see him, I rub against him.

In his last life, he knew that he hated He Kangyang at ten o'clock, but it was not as intense as it is now, and his ears were almost gone.

I gave He Kangyang ten o'clock just now, just to see if it is the same as the previous life, so as to determine whether the pickled radish sauce will happen again.

He never expected that he hated He Kangyang so much at ten o'clock, and even this hatred had risen to an order of magnitude.

It seems that it is better not to let ten o'clock get close to He Kangyang, he is not willing to let ten o'clock fly.

He Kangyang watched Shi Huai keep grooming the fierce cat, without saying much.

Shi Huai thought that this incident would just pass away, but unexpectedly, something happened suddenly.

Shi Deming has already returned, and the meal has been prepared and is on the dining table.

Everyone is already seated, and there is only one hour left.

Shi Deming asked his aunt to call Shi Huai for dinner, but before the aunt went, Shi Huai came back from the door by himself.

Instead of looking over the dining table, he chased after his aunt and asked.

"Aunt Song, have you seen ten o'clock? I can't find it!"

Aunt Song was also surprised.

Ten o'clock is the kitten from the neighbor's house, who often comes to play with Shi Huai, but its owner is not easy to mess with. He is rich and has a weird temper, with a bit of a vicious temperament.

If he got lost at Shi's house at ten o'clock, the owner of the house next door would probably lose his temper.

Everyone knew that the owner of the Rong family was a crazy cat lover.

Apparently Shi Deming also thought of this, he stood up and didn't eat first.

"Missing ten o'clock?"

He just planned to go to the Rong's next door tonight to talk about the recent financing cooperation issue. If he disappears at ten o'clock now, let alone cooperation, according to his status at ten o'clock in his house, he may meet directly at the two police stations.

Seeing that all three of Shihuai went out to look for ten o'clock together, He Kangyang, who was originally calm and composed, felt something was wrong. He asked:

"Ten o'clock...is that Lan Ying short?"

As soon as the words came out, Shi Huai stared at him immediately.

"Have you seen ten o'clock?"

"Ah... When I was helping kill fish in the kitchen, I seemed to see that cat ran to the back garden."

The lights were turned on on the path, and the back garden of the villa was much brighter, but it was still dim.

In addition to calling ten o'clock, there are only rustling sounds.

But after searching for a while, I still couldn't find it.

Shi Deming couldn't help but look a little dark: "Why do you think you have to bring ten o'clock to play at home today?"

When I was still bending over to look for the cat, I was pregnant.

Is Shi Deming accusing him?

"Now the whole family has to accompany you to find it." When Shi Deming thought that the matter of cooperation might be dirty, his face became more and more foul.

Silence filled the air.

In the past, he often went to the first floor to play at ten o'clock. He even bought toys and put them in the exclusive location on the first floor. He usually played there at ten o'clock.

But today, he went to look for ten o'clock, but found that ten o'clock was not there.

He Kangyang said that he ran to the back garden to play at ten o'clock.

He didn't expect that at ten o'clock, when he usually didn't like to go out to play, he would suddenly get excited and run to the garden to play.

Aunt Song comforted, "Maybe I'm home at ten o'clock? Why don't I ask."

Shi Huai nodded.

While waiting for Aunt Song to come back, Shi Huai was still persistently calling Shi O'clock's name.

He and Shi Deming searched separately.

As a result, when walking east, Shi Huai seemed to hear a slight crash, as if a rusty switch had been turned on.

Shi Huai looked up, but didn't find anything, thinking he just heard wrong.

When Aunt Song came back, she brought a young man in a wheelchair with her.

The man's face was pale and his expression was indifferent. Sitting in a wheelchair, he looked over with a pair of slender eyes, with a gloomy feeling of choosing someone and devouring him.

Rong Ansheng, the master of ten o'clock.

Rong Ansheng frowned slightly, and asked, "Have you still not found it?"

His voice was a little hoarse, and he coughed twice after speaking, as if he was sick.

Shi Huai felt very sorry for him, and was apologizing hastily, when explaining the situation, a figure came out from the darkness nearby.

The man was still holding a cat in his hand. The cat seemed to be exhausted, but the cat's paw still held the man's arm holding it with great resistance, and breathed weakly at him.

He Kangyang came back with ten o'clock.

"I found it! . . . eh?"

He Kangyang looked at the sudden addition of a person in a wheelchair, with a strange look on his face: "Who is this person?"

Rong Ansheng introduced himself: "My name is Rong Ansheng, the master of ten o'clock."

"What?" He Kangyang was surprised.

Shi Huai looked at the ten o'clock in his arms, and his heart ached to death: "Where did you find ten o'clock? How did you become so weak?"

Hearing the voices of his master and the person he liked, he raised his head at ten o'clock and meowed aggrievedly.

Then he tried his best to scratch He Kangyang's delicate face several times.

At ten o'clock, I often trim my nails, even if I scratch it, I can't hurt others, but now I have scratched people's faces with bleeding marks, which shows how hard I was.

At ten o'clock, he kicked his legs again, flew to the ground, and landed on Rong Ansheng again.

He Kangyang, who was also shocked that it was not Shihuai's cat at ten o'clock, suddenly heard a faint question from the man in the wheelchair.

"What did you do to my cat?"