Flash marriage contract, the abstinent president changed his gender

The doubtful words were clearly affirmative, and she stuffed the cat back into the cat bag almost instantly:

“Where are my potatoes?”

I didn't expect that she could recognize her cat after not seeing it for a long time. Yin Liting felt deeply sorry, but a trace of surprise flashed through his mind:

"I'm sorry, the potato was fine before. I was just about to send it back to you, but I didn't expect it to suddenly become ill..."

Not knowing how to explain, Yin Liting paused and could only try his best to make up for it:

"Nianqing, I'm sorry for not taking good care of you. I didn't expect such an accident to happen. I found this for you based on the photo of Yuan... Potato. It has the same ny twelve colors. Let it accompany you instead of Potato."

Unless the cats are placed in the same cage, he cannot tell them apart even if they are different colors and sizes. I really don't know how she recognized them at first sight.

In fact, before coming here, he had thought that if he could fool her, he would not confess, or he would confess later when she had developed feelings for the new cat. After all, he had sent her photos of Yuanbao twice before and she hadn't noticed at all. He didn't know why she recognized him at first sight.

Seeing her shocked and sad expression, Yin Liting felt uncomfortable too.

On the way to get the cat, he also watched some surveillance footage. The servants assigned to take care of the cat were really dedicated. Moreover, the housekeeper was probably afraid of problems, so they always went together.

Moreover, if the cat has diarrhea or is a little listless, they will promptly call a veterinarian or take the cat for a check-up.

He really couldn't find fault with it.

In Yin Liting's heart, no matter how valuable a cat is, no matter whose pet it is, even if it is really lost, he would never argue with others over a cat.

It was really frustrating to work so hard but get nothing in return, especially at the last minute. Yin Liting actually regretted his decision at that moment:

"Feel sorry."

"Potatoes, my potatoes, how can this be the same?"

Zhu Nianqing's eyes were red and she looked heartbroken. She turned her back to Yin Liting several times when he wanted to speak.

"How could this happen? How could this happen? You promised me."

"Nianqing, don't get excited."

Fearing that she would suffer from an old illness again because of a cat, Yin Liting was about to say something when Zhu Nianqing suddenly said:

"Is it Yu Qingluo? She deliberately killed my potatoes, right?"

The hand holding the USB flash drive in his pocket paused, Yin Liting shook his head subconsciously, his eyes unconsciously widened a little:

"No, why do you think so?"

How could she think of her?

From the beginning to the end, she had no idea of ​​Tu Dou's existence. Even when she went home for the New Year, she didn't bring Yuan Bao with her. She missed Yuan Bao, but he never took her to see him.

"If it wasn't her, how could Potato suddenly fall ill? Did she do it on purpose because she knew I wanted to take Potato back?"

“Potatoes are so cute.”

"You don't have to hide it for her. I can understand that she can't stand seeing me doing well and wants me to be unhappy. Lovers can't tolerate any sand in their eyes, and I am the same."

"But why not even let a cat go?"

"Luckily I specially said hello to you, for I was afraid you wouldn't be used to my sudden request for the potatoes. My potatoes, I shouldn't have been away for so long."

"Cough cough..."

Zhu Nianqing pounded his chest and muttered to himself, and it was obvious that he was about to get emotional. He didn't say anything, but the apology in Yin Liting's eyes was gradually replaced by coldness.

All of a sudden, what came into his mind was that he had a cat even though he was not suitable for a pet, that his mother had repeatedly asked him to take care of the potatoes himself, and what she had said to him before:

She looks like Si Qing and must have the same blood, how good can she be?

For the first time, Yin Liting felt unfamiliar with the woman and the face in front of him.

Is all this really a coincidence?

Why did the cat she entrusted to me to take care of die at this time?

If Yu Qingluo was really involved during this period, they should have had some grudges against each other by now!

Even though it's just a cat, it's still terrifying when you think about it.

He stopped wanting to explain and take out the surveillance footage. He took out a pack of tissues and handed it over without saying anything more:

"Feel sorry."

"No, I just couldn't accept it and lost control for a while."

After venting, the two exchanged a few polite words, and Zhu Nianqing accepted the cat reasonably. In order to apologize, Yin Liting called her in front of her and ordered a luxury women's handbag as compensation. Then the two parted ways.

After the car drove a distance, Yin Liting called the housekeeper:

"Dig up the potatoes and send them to a testing agency. I want to know the real cause of the cat's death. Also, send all the cat food and cat supplies I brought here for testing, as long as they are still there, to see if there is anything abnormal."

"Do it secretly."

After putting down the phone, Yin Liting felt his nose itchy, and then he sneezed several times in succession:

"A-choo! A-choo—"

Rubbing his nose, a faint fragrance drifted past. Yin Liting raised his arm and sniffed it, frowning:

What's that weird smell?

Bad luck, I hope she gets cat poop on her hands!

……

On this day, it was already past half past eleven when Yin Liting returned home. With his cognition overturned, trivial matters annoying him, and a little drunk, he felt like he was in a sea of ​​fire and ice. He was in a daze and felt very uncomfortable.

He walked in, pulling his clothes off as he walked. In the dim living room, he looked at the obvious light coming from a corner. He paused and suddenly came to his senses.

Did she leave a light on for him at the bedroom door?

"Luoluo~"

It feels so good to have her, she is the only thing that makes me feel at home.

A breeze blew by, and Yin Liting's nostrils were filled with the sour smell of alcohol and turbid air from his body. His head felt a little heavy. He didn't want to take a shower but was afraid of waking her up. Finally, he turned around, threw off his coat, and lay down on the sofa in the living room.

In her sleep, she seemed to hear some noise vaguely. Yu Qingluo turned over and touched something, but it was still slightly cold. She opened her eyes while yawning, and saw that the night light at the door was still on. She turned over and glanced at the wall clock, and then she closed her eyes again.

Not back yet~

The same action was repeated several times until it was twelve forty. He seemed to hear a faint noise again and Yu Qingluo sat up.

Are you not coming back today?

She looked through her phone but didn't see any message from him. Feeling a little thirsty, she left the bedroom with her phone.

As she walked around, she looked up and found that the light left for him in the entrance hall had been turned off. Yu Qingluo was startled and woke up. When she lowered her sight, she saw clothes scattered on the ground and a tall figure curled up with his head covered on the sofa.

Why don’t you go back to your room now that you’re back?

"husband?"

Yu Qingluo walked slowly forward, and just when she was about to wake him up, she heard the sound of him snoring. She saw that he was still wearing his clothes and shoes, and he smelled of fatigue and alcohol. It was the first time she saw him like this, and she realized for the first time that he had the same pressure and hardship in life as ordinary men. Yu Qingluo suddenly felt sorry for him.

She turned around and went back to the bedroom.