Chef Meow was so happy that he passed out, even so, he still refused to let go of the black cat doll in his paw.

When Mr. Black Cat saw this scene, a trace of tenderness flashed across his eyes.

The small police car pulled the siren all the way back to the police station in the small town of Varta.

Chef Miao was in a daze, even if he still retained a sliver of consciousness, his limbs did not obey his commands. When he could move, he was already stuck in the small iron window of the bureau.

Although there was a soft cat litter under his body, and he was wearing a black jacket with a familiar smell, Chef Meow was still furious.

He kicked off his jacket and ran to the small iron window, clutching the cold iron rod in his paws, screaming for grievances: "Hey, is there any goblin! I didn't break the law, let me out quickly!"

After a while, a lemur wearing a police cap came in. He took out his baton and tapped on the iron window, and threatened angrily, "What's it called? Isn't this here? Let's go, follow me!" I'll make a record."

After speaking, Mr. Lemur opened the small iron door and escorted Chef Meow in shackles into the interrogation room of the bureau.

He smoked too much catnip, and when he was in a daze, he seemed to see Mr. Black Cat, but Chef Cat always felt that he was dreaming.

Now, the door of the interrogation room was opened, and when he saw that familiar figure again when he was conscious, Chef Meow suddenly didn't know what expression to put on.

He was pressed on the interrogation chair by Mr. Lemur, his eyes didn't know where to look.

Mr. Black Cat was calm. After taking a deep look at Chef Meow, he opened the notebook, picked up the pen with his paw, and started to record.

"Name."

"Chef Meow."

Mr. Black Cat looked up at Chef Meow, and said helplessly, "I want my real name."

Chef Meow blushed, and replied in a staggered manner: "Meow... Meow Xiaole."

"gender."

"You...you don't know how to read it yourself!"

Hearing this, Mr. Black Cat looked up at Chef Meow again, and then wrote "male" helplessly on the gender column of the book.

"Home address." Mr. Black Cat continued to ask.

"Didn't you just kick down the door of my house when you arrested me?" Chef Meow complained angrily, a little annoyed.

This time, Mr. Black Cat didn't bother with him, and skipped directly to the next question: "Marital status."

Chef Meow suddenly felt guilty, he faltered and replied: "I'm...married."

"Oh? Really?" Mr. Black Cat raised his eyebrows and asked, "Who did you marry?"

"Yes... yes..." Chef Meow came out without a reason.

It was Mr. Black Cat who kindly reminded: "Is that the cow cat lady you mentioned earlier?"

"That's right! Miss Milk Cat!" Chef Meow nodded hurriedly.

Mr. Black Cat threw away the pen angrily, made a serious face, and ruthlessly exposed Chef Meow's lie: "Lie, you clearly filled in the goblin census as unmarried, lied to the police, and knew how long you would be imprisoned." God?"

Chef Meow's eyes were reddened by the training, he lowered his head and fell silent, no matter what questions he asked next, he refused to explain.

Negative attitude, extremely uncooperative.

Mr. Black Cat sighed and waved his hand to let Mr. Lemur go out first. After he and Chef Meow were the only fairies left in the interrogation room, Mr. Black Cat stood up and squatted down in front of Chef Meow.

He stretched out his paw, wanting to hold Chef Meow's paw, and then touch the pink meat pad, but Chef Meow subconsciously avoided it.

Mr. Black Cat didn't give up, he firmly held Chef Meow's paw, and scratched the sensitive meat pad. He was satisfied, and after taking a deep breath, he patiently talked to Chef Meow about his experience. own words.

"Lele, why did you lie to me? Do you know how sad I am when you are gone?"

Hearing this, Chef Meow's ears moved, but he didn't reply.

"Lele, what did I do wrong? Or did something make you angry? Let you go so simply that I won't even let me see the last parting time. "

Chef Meow drooped her tail, her eyes were red, but she still didn't answer.

Mr. Black Cat continued to work hard, he knew that Chef Meow didn't have such a hard heart, as long as he continued, he would soon be able to defeat Chef Meow's psychological defense.

"Lele, do you hate me like that? You don't want to say a word to me."

Hearing this, Chef Meow covered his face with his paws, unable to hold on any longer, burst into tears instantly.

With snot and tears, he confessed frankly: "No, it is... I am not good enough for you. You have such a bright future, but I can only cook cat food. You deserve better than me." Goblin, woo woo woo, let me go."

Is it because of this?Mr. Black Cat, who knew the truth, felt more and more worthless for the separation in the past few years.

When he received the admission notice from the police academy, he excitedly told his little lover the good news. Unexpectedly, a few days later, he received the sad news that his little lover was going to break up. Miss the cow cat came out of nowhere, and Mr. Black Cat, who was hit by this great change, was almost devastated.

After all, it was his fault, he only cared about being happy, and didn't take into account the little lover's unknown inferiority complex.

But Mr. Black Cat was also very angry. Unexpectedly, this guy dared to walk away and never heard from him again. If he hadn't refused to accept the result and kept investigating openly and secretly, he might have missed Lele.

He endured forbearance, worked hard at work, and finally got a chance. He was transferred to this not-so-prosperous town of Varta as the sheriff, and arrested this sneaky kitten who refused to take responsibility after being teased.

"Let you go? Where do you want to escape? Bad fairy, did I agree to break up with you?"

Mr. Black Cat raised his voice a notch. In front of Chef Meow, he had always been a sunny and upright goblin. He seldom lost his temper like this. Maybe it was because he was too gentle that his little lover didn’t care about anything. Dare to do it.

Chef Mao cried in fright, shrinking his neck, teardrops pouring down desperately.

But when he cried, Mr. Black Cat felt distressed again.

Fortunately, all these years, Lele has been living as a goblin in his own right, and has not found any messy goblins outside. Otherwise, he would have to find a reason to lock this little bastard in a small iron window for a lifetime.

"Lele, don't cry, it's my fault, I shouldn't kill you, but I've let you go once, and I've been regretting it all these years, this time, you bumped into me, I won't let you go again. With that said, Mr. Black Cat stood up and gently embraced the crying Miao Xiaole into his arms.

Patting the trembling back, Mr. Black Cat closed his eyes and sighed contentedly.

After years of mediation, it finally got what it wanted.

That afternoon, Chef Meow was acquitted.

His restaurant was open for business the next day, but the goblins who came to buy cat rice found that there was an extra boy in the store who helped beat the little hands.

It is a black cat wearing an apron and cotton mop, very handsome and easy-going.

He often pesters Chef Meow, wanting to kiss, hug, hold him high, and throw dog food to all the goblins desperately.

I heard that he is the newly appointed sheriff in the small town of Valta, the kind with a big officer.

There is also a gossip saying that he was Chef Mao's ex-boyfriend, after wandering around for several years, they finally stuck together like glue.

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