When Chen Lan saw Song Qingyou, she was relieved afterwards, and her mouth was endless.

Song Qingyou responded a few times, "Hmm Hmm", and simply took the initiative to reach out to open the cat bag.

The cats inside jumped up.

"Eh-"

Chen Lan couldn't respond, and when she was about to stop, she saw squeak and fell on Song Qingyou's hands.

"I scared me to death, I thought it was to squeak your face!"

Chen Lan's voice stopped abruptly, her eyes fell on the blue and purple traces of Song Qingyou's forehead.

"Yes, your face, your forehead is injured, why didn't you get the medicine? Let me see if the bleeding is bleeding, don't leave the scar at that time ..."

Not only her, but even the squeak in her arms, she looked back with her cat face, staring at Song Qingyou's forehead.

At the end, I couldn't help but stretch her claws, as if trying to touch her wounded.

"Meow--"

Song Qingyou always felt that the squeak of this meow was to ask himself if he hurt.

She froze, raised her hand and touched her cat's head, and smiled seriously and bright:

"It's no longer painful, don't worry."

"Where can a cat understand what you said? It is better to wipe some medicine first."

After Chen Lan urged, Fang Yan also sent a message.

After asking Song Qingyou, he brought one person who came to find himself and brought it to the hospitality room on the 27th floor.

After a while, Fang Yan took a medicine box to come in.

Chen Lan moved to Song Qingyou with medicine, glanced at standing on the handrail of the sofa, staring at the cat here without blinking, and couldn't say it:

"I always feel squeak and keep staring here. I am watching whether I will be too heavy, and it hurts you."

"Maybe I can use it, it will come over and scratch people."

Song Qingyou looked at his cat on his eyes, and smiled dumbly:

"Squeaks is so gentle, how can it be possible to move your claws?"

Chen Lan paused: "Gentle? Do you say it?"

Song Qingyou: "Yeah, even if you don't want me to hug me. When you push people, you will receive your nails first, isn't it gentle?"

"That's just for you." Chen Lan rolled his eyes, "It is in front of me, and I often shine on my paws. I dare not hug it!"

Song Qingyou speculated: "It may be uncomfortable by Sister Lan."

Just a cat, the bones are so soft, how can I feel comfortable to hold it?

Chen Lan leaned his lips silently: "You are too thick in your filter!"

After taking the medicine, Chen Lan saw Song Qingyou who had to talk to Fang Yan, so he planned to leave with squeak.

However, the kitten kept holding the sofa with his claws, and he refused to leave.

In the end, Song Qingyou said that his forehead was okay. After soothing, he squeaked and took the initiative to get into the cat bag.

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Fang Yan and Cao Manli made an appointment to meet.

Perhaps because he did not believe in Jiangyuan Group, Cao Manli met in a cafe and did not promise to come to the company building.

In addition, she only met Song Qingyou alone, even Fang Yan.

In the afternoon, Fang Yan sent Song Qingyou to the door of the cafe, and he planned to wait in the car.

At this moment, Jiang Zhihan suddenly sent a message:

[Where are you now?]

When Fang Yan saw this news, thinking that Jiang Zhihan had been awake, Zhangkou stopped Song Qinggou:

"Wait a minute, Miss Song!"

Song Qingyou turned back, "What's wrong?"

Fang Yan opened his mouth and saw another new news:

[I haven't woke up yet, don't talk more in front of her.]

"Assistant Fang?" Song Qingyou was confused.

Fang Yan moved his mouth and had no time to think about what Jiang Jiang said, so he had to remedy:

"Cao Manli only asked you to meet her alone, and did not know what medicine sold in the gourd, please pay attention to safety."

Song Qingyou nodded his head, and his tone was indifferent: "I think she should pay more attention to safety."

Seeing the confident smile of the other party, I thought of Song Qingyou's deeds that broke the big tree ... Fang Yan smiled: "You are right."

There was a trace of suspicion in Song Qingyou's eyes.

Before entering the cafe, I looked back at Fang Yan, and saw that he looked down at the phone and looked at the phone. Without any strangeness, he took his eyes back.

At this time, Fang Yanzheng watched Jiang Zhihan's instructions in a daze.

Half of them are corporate affairs, and half are related to Song Qingyou.

For example, the person who hurt Song Qingyou must not let go.

Another example is thanks to the President of Jiang to Song Qinggou, what should gifts be given ...

I can't wait to see him from Song Qingyou. What should I say and do what action should be written one by one.

Fang Yan's people were numb. After working hard and resentment, I took the opportunity to ask:

[President Jiang, what do you say that you didn't wake up?]

You can chat if you don't wake up ...

Shouldn't it be a spiritual event of the soul?!

When Jiang Jiang was unconscious, the soul has been floating in the air?

Fang Yan looked around subconsciously, and by the way, he snapped.

Jiang Zhihan hesitated for a while, thinking that instead of letting Fang Yantian's all kinds of guessing all kinds of guessing, it is better to tell the truth.

In this way, Fang Yan can help to cover.

So after a while, Fang Yan saw Jiang Zhihan's reply:

[I have always been by the side of Song Qinggou.]

Before Miss Song? What is the air around Miss Song when he entered? Air?

Fang Yan asked with a stiff face:

[You ... are floating?]

Jiang Zhihan: [...]

Jiang Zhihan: [Not a ghost.]

It is not a ghost state, then it can only be entities.

Fang Yan, who was running normally, finally remembered that President Jiang suddenly paid attention to Song Qingyou, when is it?

At that time, Miss Song was still a small artist, and was on the island. There was no intersection with Jiang Zhihan. At that time, beside her, except Yu Muhuai and Jiang Xuyan, there was only

—— That cat!?

This guess really wants to be more reasonable.

Moreover, compared to ghosts, cats make him accept more.

Fang Yan typed carefully:

[Are you ... squeak?]

Jiang Zhihan: [...]

Well, there is no denying, that is a positive answer.

While Fang Yan was surprised, he wanted to laugh a little.

Thinking of Miss Song squeaks one by one, he has always hugged the cat and rushed around ... If the truth was discovered in the future ... shouldn't Jiang be violent?

His thoughts stopped abruptly.

Fang Yan: [Do you need me to buy the cat back? If you pay a high price, Miss Song may agree.]

Jiang Zhihan: [She won't sell.]

Such a determined answer, the translation is actually, President Jiang is reluctant to be Miss Song?

Otherwise, it is impossible to remind him to give Miss Song's anger, and he will expose himself to become a cat's secret ...

Fang Yan nodded clearly, and immediately showed loyalty:

[You can rest assured, I will never tell anyone about this!]

Jiang Zhihan: [Hmm.]

Until the opposite side did not send any news, Fang Yan opened Song Qingyou's Weibo.

Looking at a variety of cat photos in Weibo, even if there is still a matter of Luo Zhen, Fang Yan can't help laughing.

——What photos of these cats are definitely President Jiang's black history! He has to save it, and watch it in the middle of the night.

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