Wen Xuan spent almost all his savings on rescuing stray cats.
He has no relatives and friends, only cats are his family.
Wen Xuan was retaliated by cat abusers and was seriously injured several times.
At the last moment of his consciousness, he was still thinking... What to do with the more than a hundred cats in his base.
I hope that the kind-hearted girl who regularly sends him food can find a good home for them.
When he woke up again, Wen Xuan was lying on a high-tech hospital bed.
He walked down the bed.
There is also a sticky note with some crooked writing on the bed:
"Xiao Mi hopes that the master wakes up soon"
"Big Fat Orange will no longer clamor for cans. Master, don't be angry."
"Sangbiao misses his master... Sangbiao has become an officer. He will no longer bully other kittens, he will only fight bad guys!"
"The fortune-telling made the master a lot of money!"
Before she had time to think about what happened, tears wet the hospital clothes. Wen Xuan then looked down and saw a gold-plated sticker with a arrogant tone:
"I don't like shit-sucking officials.
"If he wasn't going to die, the cat would be sent to the horrific white hell to be neutered.
"When he wakes up, the cat will never let him touch the cat's belly again."
Wen Xuan thought about it.
That day, he indeed planned to take Wen Xiu, the most lovable little leopard cat he had raised since he was a kitten, for sterilization surgery.
He raised his head consciously and his eyes happened to fall on the news recording being played on the LCD TV screen in the ward.
The protagonist of the news is the current top leader of the empire - the young chairman. The man had beautiful and smooth long black and gold hair, a tall bridge of nose, and a pair of deep, bright eyes.
Like opal.
——Can't be wrong.
Even through a cold screen.
He would definitely, absolutely not mistake those eyes. He once picked it up in the muddy cement ground, and it was blinking like this and meowing.
That's his gentleness.
Follow-up
When he lifted the quilt again, he saw that Wen Xiu had grown so big and was lying next to his hospital bed, with his two paws resting on an old yellowed photo album. His beautiful eyes kept staring at him, and his tongue kept rolling.
"Mi——————"
After noticing his gaze, Wen Xiu gave a long and high-pitched whistle.
Seeing Wen Xiu's lower body constantly rubbing against the quilt he had just covered, with the barbs swollen terribly, Wen Xuan thought that he should have sterilized Wen Xiu earlier.
Kitten, it must be hard to bear.
He reached out and touched Wen Xiu's head soothingly, and then patted Wen Xiu's butt.
Wen Xiu:…………
Intention: Do good deeds without worrying about the future
