Ex-boyfriend turned cute meow

"Which song do you want to listen to?" Le Ming turned on the computer again and asked back.

Ding Ran opened his eyes wide.

Mianmian turned on the computer in front of his eyes. Although he had thought about this scene several times in his mind, it was not a level of visual shock compared to seeing it with his own eyes.

Ding Ran collected himself and brought his attention back.

He wants to listen to face-to-face singing, yes, singing...

Speaking of which, Mianmian asked him which song he wanted to listen to while turning on the computer, really like Le Ming.

Why does a cat look so much like Le Ming...

Sure enough, he missed Le Ming too much.

"Do you know how to sing a lot?" Ding Ran blinked, suppressing the melancholy that fell into his eyes.

"It's okay," Le Ming's lazy voice paused, "I know all of Le Ming's songs."

"What?" Ding Ran was shocked and almost jumped up, and then he asked in surprise, "Really? Then can you sing me a song? Any song of his is fine!"

"I have long felt that you have a similar voice to him. I have never felt that way. Even those who deliberately imitated him, I don't think anyone is like him."

"Although it sounds serious that your timbres are still a little different, but it just makes me feel like, it's weird."

Ding Ran seemed unable to hide his excitement, and kept thinking about it.

"Have you heard the songs in his new album? Which one do you like?" Le Ming turned his back and asked in a low voice.

"I've already bought his digital album." Ding Ran lowered his head and opened the music software in his phone, and clicked on one of the songs, "This one, it seems that he wrote a rare love song, I only listened to this one, I haven't heard anything else yet."

After Ding Ran broke up with Le Ming, he had made up his mind not to touch any songs published by Le Ming.

If you don't listen to Le Ming's voice, you won't miss Le Ming, that's what he thinks.

But when he learned that Le Ming had written a love song, he couldn't help it, and listened to it immediately.

Then wept uncontrollably.

"It's a love song." Le Ming glanced at his phone screen.

"Right? Didn't expect us, after we separated...he could even write love songs." Ding Ran smiled after finishing speaking.

In Le Ming's eyes, this smile is no different from crying.

He sighed and said, "He wrote this song before."

"Ah?" Ding Ran didn't hear clearly.

"It's nothing." Le Ming lowered his eyes and clicked the mouse, "I'll just sing this song for you."

Le Ming opened the accompaniment website, and there are not many accompaniments for the songs in his new album, but fortunately, this love song is probably because it is the only one of Le Ming, and it has the highest popularity and the most covers, so Accompaniment is not difficult to find.

He originally wanted to turn on the microphone, which was completely a subconscious habit of his, but thinking of the sound insulation effect of Ding Ran's house, which was almost non-existent, he decided to give up.

He weakened the accompaniment sound, chose to play in the background, then locked the screen, tapped the beat with his cat's paw on the keyboard, and hummed softly.

Ding Ran had many opportunities to sit beside Le Ming and listen to him sing.

Mian Mian's voice was somewhat similar to Le Ming's, but even more so when he sang.

If you close your eyes and listen attentively, it will be the same as when Le Ming once sang by his side.

After Le Ming finished singing, Ding Ran was still sitting stupidly, unable to get back his thoughts at all, as if he had lost his soul.

It wasn't until Le Ming jumped onto his body that Ding Ran reached out to hug him in a panic, fearing that he would accidentally drop it.

"It sounds so good," Ding Ran rubbed his chin against the hair on Le Ming's head, "How can it sound so good? Mianmian cutie, you are really amazing!"

Le Ming suddenly became ashamed, jumped off Ding Ran, and then jumped onto the table, biting the cord of the microphone to put it away.

"Hey, why do you need to close the microphone?" Ding Ran was puzzled.

"Didn't you say that the neighbors complained about us?" Le Ming said flatly.

"Yes, I almost forgot." Ding Ran clapped his hands suddenly, "I remembered to buy some fruit when I got home, but I forgot when I came back."

"Buying fruit? Why?" Le Ming looked at him.

"I want to buy some fruit for the neighbor across the street, please bear with me," Ding Ran said, "Don't hit the smiling face with your hand, he probably won't complain about us in the future."

Le Ming's expression turned ugly immediately: "Don't go."

"Ah? I'll be back soon after delivering the fruit." Ding Ran hugged and rubbed it with a smile, "Don't you like to sing? As long as you try to pay attention to the volume in the future, singing at home should be fine. "

"Don't you like singing?"

Ding Ran said this sentence to Le Ming many times.

It seems that Le Ming can sing without distraction, which is the most important thing in Ding Ran's mind.

When Le Ming heard this sentence again, his heart beat like he was about to rush out of this body.

He almost wanted to rush forward and tell Ding Ran who he was.

But when he came back to his senses, Ding Ran had already left the door with the key.

Le Ming leaned against the door and listened to Ding Ran knock on the door of the neighbor's house after he came back from buying fruit.

The communication with the neighbor seemed to be going smoothly, and Ding Ran came back happily after a while.

"Our neighbor seems to be afraid of noise. I just explained the situation to him, saying that I have two small pets at home, and sometimes they will fight at home. I said that we will try to keep our voices as low as possible in the future. If you want to live broadcast in the future, just stay in my room Let's go, it's not easy for the neighbors to hear, okay?" Ding Ran said with a smile.

Le Ming nodded, expressing no objection.

"I just heard the sound of animals in his house outside the neighbor's house. I don't know if he also has pets, but I guess his pets don't know how to live broadcast, haha."

"Actually, I'm really curious about the live broadcast. When you broadcast live, will there really be many people watching?" Ding Ran peeled the remaining mangoes and cantaloupe, lowered his head and followed behind him Le Ming asked.

"Yes! There are many, many people! Bark, bark!" Fan Hua rushed to the side to answer.

"Really? But those people probably don't understand your singing, you can attract fans just by meowing a few times?" Ding Ran was surprised.

Le Ming didn't take it seriously: "The meow of a cat can also have tone and rhythm, so how can it be just a few meows?"

Ding Ran smiled and apologized: "I'm sorry, I underestimated you too much, Mr. Mao."

He tasted a piece of cantaloupe, it was so sweet that his eyes squinted, so he cut it into small pieces and handed them to Le Ming and Tiao Tiao.

He fed a piece of cantaloupe into Le Ming's mouth: "Come on, I'll serve you, Mr. Cute."

Le Ming seemed very satisfied with Ding Ran's words, squinted his eyes and tasted a piece of cantaloupe, wagging his tail proudly.

"I don't need to go to the clinic today. Brother Dong must let me rest, saying that tomorrow is the weekend, and I have to have time for entertainment." Ding Ran and the cat and dog sat lazily on the recliner to rest after eating and drinking.

"Actually, I don't need any entertainment time, but it's not bad to be able to rest at home and be with you." Ding Ran said.

Le Ming listened to Ding Ran's words, but the words that Ding Ran said that day when he quarreled with him kept lingering in his mind, thinking that he should change his past and give Ding Ran some freedom, but he was very reluctant, and after a long time I can't say that generous word.

His mind was so distracted that Ding Ran was stunned for several seconds before he could react when he was talking to him.

"You want to give me a bath?" He looked at Ding Ran suspiciously.

"Yeah, you've been at my house for a month now. I only bathed you on the first day, and I just wiped you off for the rest of the time," Ding Ran said, "So, it's time for you to take a bath, cutie Sir, otherwise you will smell bad."

Ding Ran seemed to be addicted to this kind of coaxing tone, and he spoke quite happily.

Le Ming doesn't object to taking a bath, but in the state of a cat, it is impossible for him to take a bath alone.

That means... Ding Ran wants to help him wash?

The thoughts in Le Ming's heart disappeared after Ding Ran dressed neatly and led him into the bathroom.

"Why don't you just wash together?" He asked directly.

"Huh? I'll wash it for you first. You should dry your hair immediately after washing, otherwise you will definitely catch cold in this weather. You are so afraid of the cold." Ding Ran said without hesitation.

Le Ming thought bitterly, I am not afraid of the cold.

Although Le Ming really wanted to prove himself, but in fact it didn't feel good to get wet at all, and now any charming thoughts disappeared.

Wrapped in a towel and placed under the hair dryer to blow warm air, he felt like a child who couldn't take care of himself.

Being hugged and lying on the bed by Ding Ran, even if he was praised as "delicious", he couldn't be happier at all.

But the time with Ding Ran is indeed the most pleasant time, comfortable enough to forget all the troubled, crisis-ridden and unknown things to be solved.

The next day, he still wanted to spend a good day at home with Ding Ran, but he didn't expect that an unexpected guest came to the house.

When he heard the knock on the door, Ding Ran walked towards the door without any sense of security, saying "here we come" and put his hand on the door.

Le Ming quickly gave Tong Yao a look, and let Tong Yan follow behind Ding Ran, and rushed towards him when he saw that something was wrong.

But when the door was opened, the person, the cat and the dog inside were all stunned.

The person who came was Ning Chen who had visited here not long ago.

Ding Ran stretched out his head to look at the opposite room, then pulled Ning Chen in, carefully closed the door, and then asked Ning Chen in surprise, "Why are you here?"

Le Ming caught a glimpse of Ning Chen turning sideways, hiding a huge bouquet of roses behind his back, and couldn't help but roll his eyes.

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