Transformed into a furry person, I am doing public relations in the Northern Song Dynasty

Cheng Li laughed. He was the most outgoing person, so with him helping to greet people, Liu Yunqing naturally felt much more relaxed. Qin Xin was also there, and although he didn't say much, he would always finish what Cheng Li was saying. The two of them cooperated very well with Liu Yunqing.

The visitor was initially somewhat contemptuous, looking down on women who set up their own households or had evil intentions, and he always kept glancing in the right direction.

When he entered the room, he saw that Madam Liu was dashing and capable, and that she made friends with people from government offices and academies, so he did not dare to treat her with contempt and put away any inappropriate thoughts.

After being busy and chattering for most of the day, Liu Yunqing was persuaded to drink a lot of wine. In the end, after everyone had left, Qi saw that there was still a bag of candy and melon seeds left on the table. She thought it was a lot and was about to open it and put it on a plate.

Liu Yunqing quickly raised his hand and hooked over, clinging to A Niang in a half-drunk state.

"Mother, this won't do. I made this specially for you and your sisters. I have already reserved some for you and your sisters."

Qi smiled and helped her daughter prepare the tea. Seeing how protective she was, she couldn't help but tease her.

"I thought that Mr. Cheng and Mr. Qin were already close to you, but who would have thought that there was someone who caught your eye even more? I wonder which family he was from?"

Although Liu Yunqing was a little drunk, he was not fooled by his mother.

"How do you know it's a man, mother? Maybe it's a young lady?"

Qi snorted and laughed: "If it was a young lady, why didn't you invite her? Shi Yin came all the way here with her family."

It was just a joke. Qi knew her daughter was sensible and didn't ask any further questions. She just urged her to go back to her room and rest.

"Okay, don't think too much about it since you're drunk. There's no rush anyway. You can just send it to someone else tomorrow."

"I'm going back to my room to rest, too. My old waist is really going to break from exhaustion today!"

Qi supported her waist and stood up. Liu Yunqing no longer cared about the bag of candies and melon seeds in his arms. He hurriedly followed his mother into the bedroom. Even though he felt dizzy, he did not stop massaging.

Maybe he was really drunk, Liu Yunqing really wanted to meet Mr. Zhao at this moment.

Now that she has her own home, she was very happy today and invited everyone except Zhao Chengyan.

Lai felt like a cat in front of him, not even daring to share his joys and sorrows with him.

Luckily, Li Baer and the others were invited. Many people knew that her house was popular with cats, and they would even give her food and gifts, so...

It doesn't seem too much for her to transform into Tuan'er and bring a gift to Mr. Zhao.

Liu Yunqing couldn't control his thoughts anymore. He rolled over and over on the bed with the pillow in his arms for a while, and finally turned into a ball. He stretched out his paws and stretched on the bed. Then he picked up the gift bag and went to the residence of Mr. Zhao without looking back.

As for Zhao Chengyan, Mao'er discovered that something was particularly wrong with their husband today.

Everything was fine after breakfast, and taking advantage of the good weather, she went to the pavilion by the water with her zither in her arms.

It's the same with the prince. The emperor is on guard against him, fearing that he will compete with the young prince. The emperor cannot enter the court to serve as an official and realize his ambitions. He can only read books and play the piano all day long to find something interesting for himself.

But since he met those people who were doing business outside, he began to lose interest and was not very happy.

Mao'er didn't dare to ask, so he could only accompany him carefully and bring some food and drinks that the master liked to serve him.

He thought it would be great if Mrs. Tuan was here, but she was elusive all day long, and the master didn't seem to care much about the new cat. He could only accompany her and wait for the master to comfort himself in his heart.

After lunch, the official did not rest, but sat under the corridor reading a book, occasionally looking up at the glass lamp under the eaves.

This is because he is thinking about Mrs. Tuan.

But the longer he waited, the more disappointed he felt. Mao'er couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He didn't know how long the master would wait, so he had to turn around and go into the main house to get the cloak for the master.

It's still a bit chilly in spring, so you mustn't catch a cold again.

However, just as I turned around, I heard the man behind me suddenly stand up, run towards the glass lamp, and raise his hands to catch a small furry cat.

"Tuan'er is back!"

Liu Yunqing still had the thin hemp rope of the gift in her mouth. She didn't bother to respond. She just let out a delicate hum from her throat and jumped into the arms of Mr. Zhao.

Liu Yunqing meowed twice, and nestled his little head on his husband's collarbone very dependently, with his wet and cool nose touching his neck, licking and rubbing it affectionately.

After turning into a cat, she was even less able to handle the alcohol. In a distance of less than a quarter of an hour, she actually ran the wrong way.

After going around in circles, I finally saw the person.

Zhao Chengyan smelled the sweet wine on Tuan'er, and he felt like he was holding a drunk cat in his arms.

He didn't say anything, just had a smile on his face, holding the cat in one hand and the gift in the other, and went into his bedroom.

"Mao'er, bring me some warm water and a towel. I'll wipe Tuan'er's little paws."

Seeing that his husband was happy, Mao'er also became excited and hurried to do his job.

Warm water was brought, and Zhao Chengyan didn't let Mao'er do it. He personally took a soft cloth dipped in warm water to wipe the paws and cheeks of the drunk cat in his arms, and also cleaned her ears.

Liu Yunqing couldn't bear the itch anymore and hummed in her throat. Her round amber eyes narrowed into slits. Her two front paws tightly grasped Zhao Chengyan's wrist, and her two back legs kicked him like a rabbit kicking an eagle.

This kind of behavior makes it hard to tell whether she is rejecting or likes it.

The smile on Zhao Chengyan's face softened. He didn't bother Tuan'er and after he had packed up, he asked Mao'er to carry the water and push the cart down.

He gently placed Tuan'er next to his pillow, sat down on the edge of the bed, and stroked the furry little Tuan with his big hands. Liu Yunqing soon fell into a deep sleep and didn't know where he was.

Now that his cat had returned home, Mr. Zhao felt relieved. He ate an extra bowl of porridge at night, then moved the coffee table to his bed and stroked the cat while looking at the account book that Manager Zhang had brought him.

After working until midnight, Zhao Chengyan got up and asked Mao'er to move the coffee table away. He went outside the door and called his men to deliver the account book to Manager Zhang, and gave him some other instructions.

If he hadn't been feeling unwell a few days ago, he wouldn't have had the habit of asking anyone to come into the house to keep watch at night.

Now that Tuan'er was here, there was no need for Mao'er to sleep next to his bed. Seeing Mao'er moving the coffee table out of his bedroom, Zhao Chengyan finished washing up and told him to go and rest.

Mao'er responded, made a pot of tea and left.

Zhao Chengyan also turned and went into his bedroom. He picked up the kettle and was about to pour the tea when he casually glanced in the direction of Tuan'er. Zhao Chengyan immediately poured all the tea into his sleeves. Even though he was startled by the heat, he did not make any sound.

She just silently put down the small teapot in her hand, pinched the cufflinks with her fingers, and put half the pot of water into her clothes without leaking a drop.

He stood there motionless, not knowing how to react.

He leaned his head to look at his bed several times to make sure he was not seeing things, then he floated like a soul behind the screen where he was changing.