Wife Capture: Leng Mei Boss loves to the bone

The middle-aged man handed a box in his arms to Ning Xiaotong, "Miss, we are from a pet shop, someone bought this for you."

"What?" Xiaotong took it curiously, opened the box, and a kitten with snow-white fur blinked at her with charming blue eyes.

"Ah, Persian cat!" She couldn't help exclaiming, "It's so cute."

He asked casually, "Who sent it?"

The man said, "It's a handsome young man who specifically told me to deliver the goods to your door."

Handsome young man?Could it be Han Shaoqi?

But after thinking about it, it's impossible.He should be with that woman named Xiaoyao now, right?

After so many days, he hasn't contacted her since she moved out. How could he suddenly give her a gift?

It's too late to spend time with Xinhuan, how can I think of her!

With a wry smile, she signed and accepted.

The man thanked him and left.

Xiao Tong entered the room and took the cat out of the box, only to find that there was a card under the box.

Picking it up, I saw three simple words written on the card: Sorry.

The meaningful and elegant three words, flamboyant and powerful, were so familiar that her eyes felt jerky.

It turned out to be him!

This is Huangfu Lin's handwriting, she naturally recognizes it.

When the love was strong back then, she coquettishly asked him to teach her how to write with a brush.

Because, he can also write an excellent brush calligraphy.

In this era, there are not many young people who can write calligraphy.

That must have [-] points of endurance and a settled state of mind.

Not many people can do it.She has only seen the old man write calligraphy in the Han family.

It's just that the scene of acting like a spoiled child is still vivid in my memory, but now, things are different.

Huangfu Lin, between us, we still can't go back after all!

Tears fell drop by drop, hitting the extremely docile Persian cat in his arms.

Sitting on the sofa, looking at the fluffy ball lying in his arms, I felt a little helpless.

It was a lovely Persian cat with snow-white fur. It felt very good to the touch, like a fine silk and satin, extremely smooth.

With big dark blue eyes open, she looked at herself pitifully, as if she had been abandoned and eager to find a master.

As soon as he got out of the box, he couldn't wait to jump on himself, and then couldn't survive.

Ning Xiaotong looked helplessly at the Persian cat in her arms, and sat down at the dining table to have breakfast that she hadn't had time to eat.

I didn't refuse to accept the cat, but it was because during this time, I was immersed in missing my daughter and couldn't extricate myself.

Although life is very regular, but my heart is at a loss and at a loss, especially at night, the feeling of loneliness is even worse.

Well, with the company of this Persian cat, at least I won't feel like I'm alone.

At least, there is someone by your side to accompany you, even though it is a cat that cannot speak.

When Ning Xiaotong came back to her senses, she saw that the kitten had already run out of her arms, lying lazily in front of a plate, and was still chewing something in its mouth.

Ning Xiaotong raised his forehead immediately, in his impression, didn't cats always like to eat fish?

But why, now it is squatting in front of a plate of fried golden eggs.

Hold it off the table, it's not dry, scratch yourself with its pointy claws.

Fortunately, the claws can be trimmed, not too long, otherwise there will be a few red marks on his arms.