Fang Zhiyi, who was idle, was packed into his own branch.
The people in the company nodded and bowed to him, but Young Master Fang was not interested.
I just turned down the invitation from the little girl in the circle, and the cell phone on the table rang——Come to my office
The beautiful new boss was drinking coffee with a cold look that could freeze him into an ice sculpture: "Work overtime tonight."
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Fortunately, he picked up a short-footed Hakimi that night.
The cat was well-behaved, soft, pretty and clingy. After he picked it up and brought it home, he found himself immersed in the happy life of sucking the cat every day.
But later I found out that something was wrong. The kitten was not as obedient as it appeared. It had mysophobia, was petty, held grudges, and liked to run away from home at every turn.
Only then did we know that the next day would be a day of feasting, feasting, flowers, snow and moonlight.
His friends were dissatisfied with him: "Huh? Who is at home?"
Fang Zhiyi smiled and said nothing.
One night, the kitten suddenly transformed into a beautiful woman with dark hair and long eyes in his arms.
Yu Ciwan's heartbeat was beating like a drum. She lay on top of him and pretended to be calm and asked, "Do you really want to go to the appointment at night?"
"Didn't you say you like cats the most?"
Fang Zhiyi raised his eyebrows, smiled, and asked with interest.
"But I haven't been out for two months."
"How are you going to make it up to me?"
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Yu Ciwan encountered two things.
Her young crush was only one floor away from her.
One night she was picked up and brought home by him.
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It's good-looking and good-looking. ᔦ ° ꒳ ° ᔨ ̖́-. Duhao, who came here last time, is good-looking. Uh-huh~ I mean, does the author still write more? ᗜⰙᗜ