Chapter 1217: Pet Psychic Beast VS Change. State Feeder (5)

Only when he handed it over, Fang’s hand was stiff for a moment.
To be honest, he didn't know why he saw that the cat would be uncomfortable in the miserable call, and the ghost made him go and lay a lie.
However, the little guy in front of him was so dirty that he couldn’t afford to be a clean and honest president.
He was preparing to take out his son from his pocket. Gu Sheng had jumped out of the man's hand because he had already unknowingly, and fell steadily on Fang Yuhan's shoulder.
"Hey~" seems to be a bit cold on the shoulders. Gu Sheng looked around and his legs slowly swayed into his own goal - just in the suit pocket that Fang Yuhan himself reached into. .
Fang Yuhan was frozen and the whole person was frozen.
He can feel the temperature in his left pocket that is not his own.
His first reaction was to reach out and throw this daring guy out and throw it on the ground.
But the other side made an action in the next moment: Xu is the temperature of the human body in the pocket is too warm, Gu Sheng could not help but stretch out his small head in the inside of his pocket, and softly called twice.
This voice is completely different from the previous panic, and it is lazy and satisfying.
It is very happy.
Obtaining this cognition, Fang Zhi’s meticulousness is so strange and disappears.
Forget it, it’s rare to meet such a small thing that you don’t hate.
The assistants around me looked at the obvious mud watermark on their own president and the dirty cat in his pocket.
The person who settled down didn't know, but he could see it clearly. The president didn't know the cat at all!
Is this really his cold and clean president?
The little assistant looked up at the sky and wondered if the weather was bad and he was sick, so he had an illusion.
"Go away." As always, the cold voice said to him.
The assistant turned back to the eyes of his own president, Liang Yan, and instantly entered the professional state.
Sure enough, this is the president of my own.
As for the cat or something...
The assistant said that he still forgot.
The man who settled down watched as the two men and one cat left with an umbrella in the heavy rain.
He did not doubt Fang Yuhan's words. After all, he just saw the interaction between Mr. Fang and the cat.
With the general character of the party, if it is not his own, how can he allow a small animal to be so arrogant?
He turned his head and waited for An Weiwei in the car to watch him come back empty-handed. His face looked awkward: "What about cats?"
The man apologized for the opening: "The kitten has a master. Just after his master, Mr. came over and took it away."
Mr. Fang?
Although An Weiwei is not old enough, her heart is very clear, knowing that it is not someone she can provoke.
Since it is his cat, forget it.
Just... a pity.
I remembered the delicate appearance of the kitten shivering in the heavy rain, and her eyes showed a hint of regret.
Such a small thing, when the eyes are full of desperate light, must be very beautiful.
The butler on the side looked at her like this, thinking that she was not happy because she liked the kitten.
He thoughtfully bent down and suggested: "If Miss really likes these little guys, why don't we go to the cat to raise one?"
An Weiwei heard a smile on his face: "You are the best uncle Wen!"