Report to the president, Mr. Ben Miao does not warm the bed

Fat Mao'er tilted his head in doubt, and looked at Lu Hanfan with puzzled eyes.

Lu Hanfan lowered his eyelids, intentionally staggered Fat Cat's gaze, and continued: "For example, did he ever call you Miao Miao? Did he say anything about others? Like a little girl, like The little girl's mother or something?"

"Meow." Yes.

Fat Mao'er nodded his head, still looking at Lu Hanfan with puzzled eyes, not understanding why he asked these questions.

Lu Hanfan looked at her and nodded, his heart ached.

There is a guess that has been circling in his mind for a long time.

He knew how crazy this kind of guessing was. If it was before, he would never have thought about it, but Mo Ziqi felt too weird to him these days.

Five years.

Mo Ziqi lived like a neurotic for five years, no one tried to persuade him, every time he passed by, he would be so angry that his seven orifices would smoke.

And this time he was tied to country Z, he also made the worst plan, and wanted to lock him up, lest he just die in a foreign country.

But he didn't expect that after he was tied up, he didn't make a fuss.

He remembered that when Mo Ziqi woke up, the first thing he saw was the fat cat. The fat cat was stuck in the cat hole, and he watched the fat cat burst into tears, with an excited expression, as if he had found something lost and found it again. like my baby.

He felt surprised at the time, but after all, he didn't think about it, at most he felt strange.

And the series of events that happened after that were even more bizarre.

He fought with him for Fat Cat, and when he was around, he was not even allowed to approach him. Every time he talked about the ownership of Fat Cat, he was joking, but Mo Ziqi seemed to be very serious, with a full expression on his face. Chill.

It was as if whoever dared to really fight with him would kill him.

His pet for Miaomiao also surpassed him.

If it is said that the fat cat is more humane and cute, and Mo Ziqi likes it better, it doesn't make sense. The cat he raised before, the cat named Nier, is actually very cute, maybe not meow Such a weird, but already quite smart cat.

Mo Ziqi met him a few times, but he was obviously not interested at all.

And the last time Mo Ziqi was in the hospital, when he hugged the fat cat, he muttered to himself, as if he didn't want to leave him or something...

It all adds up.

Lu Hanfan had to suspect that Mo Ziqi didn't regard Fat Cat as a stand-in at all!But as that little girl!

And - there is one more thing, Lu Hanfan really wanted to verify it.

But before asking for proof, he first asked Fat Cat: "Meow, he said last time that he would take you to City C, did he mean that he would take you to see someone? A very poor mother, right?"

"Meow." That's right.Fat Cat nodded again.

Seeing her nodding again without hesitation, Lu Hanfan felt a turmoil in his heart, but he forcibly suppressed it on his face, showing nothing abnormal.

He lifted her off him.

Get up, put on your coat, squat down, touch the fat cat's little head, coaxing: "You sleep a little longer, I'll go out, come back and continue to call for you."

Hearing that Lu Hanfan was willing to help him make a phone call, Fat Cat was very happy, and lay down obediently.

Lu Hanfan turned around and went out, closed the door, took out his mobile phone, and dialed a number. As soon as he answered the phone, he asked, "Housekeeper Xu, what was the number on the day Xin Miaomiao died?"