Emotionally stable, but continuing to go crazy

The two of them had been fooling around for a long time last night. The doorbell had rung three times, but they were still deep in sleep and did not respond.

Seventeen lay listlessly on the back of the sofa, his stomach growling, and it was obvious that he was a little hungry.

Its eyes were fixed on the door, wondering if the meal that Li Jinhe had ordered had arrived.

However, after waiting for a while, he found that the two people did not seem to leave the bedroom, so Seventeen jumped off the sofa and walked towards the entrance leisurely with elegant cat steps.

After arriving at the entrance, it found a comfortable place to sit down, looked up and stared at the video doorbell for a while.

Just then, the doorbell rang again, and the screen of the video doorbell began to flash.

Seventeen leaped lightly onto the storage table at the entrance, and after digging around with his claws a few times, he finally managed to get through the call.

The video screen showed the apartment manager I had seen last night. Since he couldn't see what was happening upstairs, he could only ask politely:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Li! Yesterday's visitor is here again. Is it convenient for you to receive him now? In addition, the lunch you ordered in advance is ready. If necessary, I can send it upstairs now."

Seventeen squatted in front of the video doorbell, feeling extremely speechless and helpless.

It really didn't know how to express its thoughts so that the housekeeper would understand that it just wanted the food to be served, but it definitely didn't want that annoying, smelly old man to come up.

Seeing that there was no response, the butler's tone was full of doubt and he couldn't help but ask again: "Mr. Li? Are you listening?"

Seventeen helplessly let out a "meow", hoping to let the butler know that the person standing here was not a human.

The housekeeper was speechless when he heard the soft meow of the cat. He was not sure whether it was just the cat on the other end of the line or Mr. Li did not answer, so he asked tentatively, "Is Mr. Li not here?"

Then I felt a little funny. If there was only a cat on the other side, even if the cat really understood what I said and answered me, how could I understand the cat's language?

Seventeen was also helpless. Was this butler not very smart? How did he want him to answer?

After thinking for a while, it was about to say "He's here", but before it could make a "meow", it suddenly felt that all four of its paws had left the ground and its whole body was flying into the air.

Li Jinhe's voice was a little hoarse, and he said to the housekeeper on the other end of the call: "I'm here, please bring the food up first. Tell the visitors that I don't have time now, and ask them to come after two o'clock in the afternoon." Li Jinhe came over, picked up Seventeen and held him in his arms.

The butler on the other end breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it was okay that he didn't have to communicate with the cat. He said respectfully, "Okay, please wait a moment. Please call the elevator. I will convey your message to the visitor."

Li Jinhe listened to the housekeeper's words and rubbed his neck gently. His sleeping posture was not right last night and he felt his neck was very stiff.

He said, "Thank you for your hard work."

The butler on the other end of the phone responded very politely: "You are too polite. These are all my responsibilities." After that, the butler hung up the call very tactfully.

At this time, Li Jinhe was holding Seventeen steadily with one hand, and rubbing the back of his neck with the other hand. He leaned lazily against the partition at the entrance, waiting for the elevator to arrive.

He looked down at Seventeen in his arms and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I forgot to prepare food for you. Are you hungry?"

Seventeen lay on his shoulder very obediently, nodded his little head, and seemed a little embarrassed.

Seventeen's eyes turned around and noticed that Wei Zhe'an did not come out with them, so he asked curiously: "Where is An'an? Why didn't he come out?"

Li Jinhe felt a little uncomfortable after hearing this. He subconsciously touched his nose with his free hand and replied in a low voice: "He is still sleeping. Let's eat first."

Seventeen did not continue to ask questions, but continued to lie quietly on Li Jinhe's shoulder.

The elevator slowly rose and finally stopped at their floor. As the elevator door slowly opened, a waiter in a neat uniform stood inside, pushing a simple dining cart.

When she saw Li Jinhe waiting, she smiled and nodded, and said politely: "Mr. Li, this is the set meal you booked yesterday. Do you want me to deliver it to your room?"

Li Jinhe shook his head gently to refuse: "No, thank you. I can take it in myself."

After saying that, he bent down slightly and carefully placed Seventeen on the ground. Seventeen flexibly swung its big furry tail and couldn't wait to get into the house first.

Li Jinhe carried a bag of food in both hands and waited until the elevator was completely closed and descended before he walked around the partition and into the house.

Seventeen sat obediently at the dining table, waiting. Ten long hours had passed since its last meal, and it was now starving.

Li Jinhe quickly took out the dinner plate and began to carefully distribute food to Seventeen.

Looking at Seventeen wolfing down the food, even making an uncontrollable snoring sound, he felt a little sorry.

Li Jinhe gently tightened the somewhat loose collar of his bathrobe, then turned and walked behind the bar, poured a glass of water, and sipped it slowly, letting the cool liquid moisten his dry throat.

As the food gradually filled his stomach, Seventeen's original strong hunger gradually eased. He raised his head with satisfaction, looked at Li Jinhe at the bar, and asked curiously: "That old man is here again, how are you going to deal with it this time?"

Li Jinhe was actually very upset. He hated the Li family for disrupting his current peaceful life.

He placed the water cup heavily on the bar counter. He felt the sound of the bottom of the cup hitting the countertop was a bit loud. His eyes drifted to the half-open bedroom door. He said in a low voice with a blank expression: "If you have anything to say, say it all at once. I hope to completely dispel his idea."

Seventeen was not in a hurry, eating slowly, and asked casually: "Then...is there any other news you want to know?"

Li Jinhe thought for a moment and replied, "There is nothing more to ask about the old man. If we cannot convince him to change his mind this time, then we may have to set up a trap next. By then, we will need to obtain a lot of information."

Seventeen continued to ask: "What will it take for him to give up?"