Chapter 1194
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However, when he handed the handkerchief over, Fang Yuhan's hand stiffened for a moment.
To be honest, he didn't know why he felt uncomfortable when he saw the cat crying pitifully. That was why he had come over and told a lie.
However, the little guy in front of him was dirty and wet. Fang Yuhan, who was obsessed with cleanliness, couldn't stand it.
Just as he was about to take out a handkerchief from his pocket, Gu Shengyin jumped out of the man's hand and landed firmly on Fang Yuhan's shoulder.
"Meow!" Gu Shengyin seemed to dislike the cold on his shoulder, so it looked around. Then, with a slight push of its hind legs, it jumped into its target — the pocket of Fang Yuhan's suit that he had just put his hand into.
Fang Yuhan's entire body froze.
He could feel a warmth in his left pocket that didn't belong to him.
His first reaction was to reach out and throw this audacious guy to the ground.
However, the other party did something else. Perhaps it was because the human body in the pocket was too warm, Gu Shengyin couldn't help but stretch out its little head and rub against the inside of his pocket. It even meowed softly.
This sound was completely different from the frightened and shrill voice from before. Instead, it was filled with laziness and satisfaction.
It was very happy.
After realizing this, the trace of uneasiness in Fang Yuhan's heart strangely disappeared.
Forget it. It's rare to meet such a little thing that I don't hate. I'll just keep it.
The assistant beside him was dumbfounded when he saw the obvious muddy water marks on his president and the dirty cat in his pocket.
The people from the An family didn't know, but he could clearly see that the president didn't recognize the cat at all!
Was this really the cold and mysophobic president he knew?
The assistant looked up at the sky and wondered if he was hallucinating because of the bad weather.
"Let's go," the president said in his usual cold voice.
The assistant turned around and met the president's cold gaze. He immediately went into professional mode.
Sure enough, this was still the president.
As for the cat …
The assistant decided to forget about it.
The person from the An family watched as the two people and the cat left under an umbrella in the heavy rain.
He did not doubt Fang Yuhan's words. After all, he had seen the interaction between Mr. Fang and the cat.
With President Fang's personality, if it wasn't his own, how could he allow a little bastard to be so impudent?
He turned around and went back. An Weiwei, who was waiting in the car, saw him come back empty-handed. Her expression was a little unpleasant. "Where's the cat?"
The man said apologetically, "That kitten has an owner. Just now, its owner, Mr. Fang, came and took it away."
Mr. Fang?
Although An Weiwei was young, she knew very well that he wasn't someone she could afford to offend.
Since it was his cat, then forget it.
However … it was a pity.
When she thought of the kitten shivering in the heavy rain, a trace of regret appeared in her eyes.
That little thing must be very beautiful when its eyes were filled with despair.
The housekeeper saw her like this and thought that she was unhappy because she liked the kitten.
He thoughtfully bent down and suggested, "Miss, if you really like these little fellows, why don't we go to the cattery and raise one?"
An Weiwei smiled when she heard this. "Uncle Wen, you're the best!"
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