"That's good." After Li Qingling breathed a sigh of relief, she made a cup of black coffee for Li Jingchen and handed it to him: "As usual, no milk or sugar."
After Li Jingchen took it, he took a sip and said calmly: "Your coffee making skills have improved."
Li Qingling lowered her head and smiled: "It's my brother's appetite that has improved."
As he spoke, Li Qingling's little orange cat flicked its tail and jumped onto the sofa. Its big cat eyes stared straight at the black coffee in Li Jingchen's hand.
Li Jingchen was probably in a good mood and actually asked: "Can cats drink coffee?"
"No." Li Qingling took the opportunity to educate him about the human food that cats can eat and the human food that cats cannot eat.
Li Jingchen nodded and said, "After you leave, I will ask the people below to pay attention."
"Meow~" As if in response to Li Jingchen, the little orange cat suddenly lifted its pink flesh pad, stepped on his thigh, and then the whole cat squatted down.
In exchange, Li Jingchen said displeasedly: "Presumptuous."
His thigh has not been occupied by Wan Wan and her son, but now it is occupied by a cat. What's going on?
But the little orange cat turned a deaf ear and formed itself into a "cat-cat bug", not caring whether it was unrestrained or not.
Li Qingling looked at this scene in surprise, and after a moment she showed an expression of realization.
Cats are very spiritual animals and have an innate intuition about changes in human aura.
Presumably the eldest brother's aura became softer than before because he spent time with An An yesterday, so the little orange cat dared to run wild on his lap so unscrupulously.
Thinking of this, Li Qingling was sincerely happy for Li Jingchen. Most of the Li family were cold-blooded and cold-hearted, and it seemed they could never learn the words "warmth and warmth of human nature". Only An An was an angel who could bring them relaxation and joy.
At this time, Li Jingchen was heard saying in a deep voice: "Qing Ling, get your cat away from me."
After Li Qingling snickered, she said: "Brother, you should get used to it as soon as possible. After all, I am leaving for France next week. If you get to know each other earlier, I will feel relieved, right?"
After Li Jingchen was silent, he said, "But I want to go out now."
Hearing this, Li Qingling picked up the little orange cat and asked, "Where are you going, brother?"
After Li Jingchen straightened up, he patted the cat hair that fell on his thigh and said, "Stop asking and take good care of the house."
Li Qingling stroked the little orange cat's head and said with a seemingly contented voice: "Okay, now besides housekeeping and shopping, I don't have a third mode."
"It'll be fine." Li Jingchen comforted her, drank the remaining black coffee in one gulp, and walked out.
"Brother, you haven't had breakfast yet..." Li Qingling reminded him at his back, but to no avail, she had to say: "Forget it."
For workaholics like them, a cup of black coffee is enough.
She then lowered her head and looked at the little orange cat in her arms, and said softly: "There are two of us left again, what should we do? How about I trim your nails?"
"Meow!" The little orange cat immediately cried out in protest, and its white whiskers exploded.
After Li Qingling held it and laughed, she suddenly heard her phone ringing. She picked it up and found that someone had sent her a video anonymously.
After she clicked and looked at it boredly for a few seconds, her eyes gradually changed from casual to serious.
In the video, five second-generation rich people led by Song Yan were tied to torture chairs. Their hands and feet were tied to the armrests and chair legs. Due to excessive struggle, the rough leather goods
They were trapped in the thin-skinned and tender limbs of these second-generation rich people, leaving bloody traces.