On the correct posture for capturing one's own feelings

logical thing.

Gu Mingsheng looked at An Jingjue's increasingly arrogant aura, clapped his hands and walked over helplessly.

"how?"

"It's nothing. Let's go out to eat today. Before that, we can get rid of shopping. Besides, I don't like that cat at all. Hurry up and send it to Bai!"

An Jingjue said, before Gu Mingsheng could react, he went upstairs to change his clothes.

Although Gu Mingsheng was helpless, he also responded, and directly sent the text message of the cat to An Jingjue's former economic man.

After quick preparations, the two happily went out to start today's sweet life, completely forgetting that the one who was immersed in guilt hadn't found out that the owner had left, didn't eat breakfast, and maybe didn't even have lunch. It is a poor cat that will be sent away soon.

And the two of them and the cat wouldn't notice that there was a piece of paper with some writing on it fluttering outside the window, but it couldn't be seen clearly because of the cat's paw prints. The cleaning robot swept away.

However, Gu Mingsheng and An Jingjue took care of this every day. At this time, they were already on their way to the cinema, ready to enjoy their beautiful new day.