Murphy's serious attitude towards music was incomparable to that of ordinary singers! Even though she didn't have any work today, she still had the habit of coming to her studio early to practice her voice. After all, the studio had a soundproof wall, and practicing at home would disturb the neighbors.
In the middle of her practice, Murphy went to the bathroom. On her way back, she suddenly heard a few weak calls, "Meow, meow …"
"Hmm? A cat? " Murphy followed the sound in confusion. Not long after, she saw a kitten squatting in the corner of some rotten cabinets and drawers that were waiting to be cleaned up, crying helplessly.
It was a little kitten, about one and a half months old. It was at the "age" where it could run and jump and was full of curiosity about the world. She just didn't know why it had run here.
Murphy felt pity for it. She squatted down and gently lifted the little guy up. The little kitten was still very scared, but maybe it was too hungry, so its movements were a little slow and it couldn't resist.
Murphy, who had liked cats since she was a child, recognized its breed at a glance. It had short hair, a round face, small ears, and big round eyes. Most importantly, its fur was as blue as ink. If this wasn't a British Shorthair, what else could it be?
"Meow, meow …" The little guy's voice was a little weak. After the little mouth opened, its pink little tongue licked involuntarily. Obviously, it was very, very hungry!
"Hey, what should I do?" Murphy was a little anxious.
She had milk powder in her office, but obviously, milk couldn't be fed to such a small kitten! Kittens were lactose intolerant, and drinking milk would cause diarrhea!
Murphy held the little kitten in one hand and took out her phone from her bag with the other hand. She called Mo Xiaojuan, "Xiaojuan, where are you?"
"Downstairs? Great, don't come up first. Go to the pet shop and help me buy a bag of cat food for the kitten. Remember, it must be the kind that kittens eat! Yes, I picked up a kitten, and it's starving. "
"What breed? Why are you still asking this at this time? Hurry up and buy it. It needs to be soaked until it's soft. The cat is starving! "Murphy was a little anxious.
However, while she was making the call, Mo Xiaojuan had already arrived in the elevator. The signal was cut off and she appeared in front of Murphy.
"Sigh, you're really pissing me off!" Murphy hugged the kitten in her arms and gently stroked the fine fur on the back of its head to calm it down. "Look, it's starving to death. Hurry up and buy it for me!"
Mo Xiaojuan smiled as she looked at the cat in Murphy's hands. She wasn't worried at all. She smiled and said, "Sis, don't worry! I've seen your British Shorthair before. It belongs to Xiao Ai from the Planning Department on the third floor! Her big cat gave birth to a litter of kittens, and she brought them to us last month! "
"Maybe it's the weekend and she has to work overtime, so she brought the kitten over to play. I saw Xiao Ai this morning! " Mo Xiaojuan smiled and said, "Sis, don't worry. Let's send it back to Xiao Ai. Even if it's not Xiao Ai's, Xiao Ai must have cat food."
However, when Murphy heard Mo Xiaojuan say that the kitten might have a master, she wasn't very happy. Instead, she was a little disappointed.
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's hurry up and go! The kitten is starving! "Murphy hugged the kitten and lowered her head to pet it.
The British Shorthair was indeed Xiao Ai's. She had forgotten to look after it because she had some work to do. Who knew that it would disappear when she looked up? She was anxiously looking for the kitten!
"Thank you, Sister Feifei. Thank you, Juanjuan! It actually ran to the fifth floor? It's getting more capable! " Xiao Ai's face was full of shock. After carrying the kitten, she put it in a small basket. There were a few British Shorthairs in the basket. They were all meowing and crying for food!
Xiao Ai quickly made cat food for the kittens. These kittens that were less than two months old could eat kitten food that was softened by boiling water, but they couldn't be fed milk.
Mo Fei was playing with these kittens on the side reluctantly, especially the little British Shorthair she saved just now. That one looked the smallest, but it was quite brave.
Not only did it not hide in fear like its brothers and sisters, but after the contact just now, it seemed to have a good impression of Murphy. It reached out its small paw and touched Murphy's hand.
Murphy gently held it and squeezed it. This kind of kitten, the small meatball under its paw was soft and very comfortable to touch!
"Meow, meow." The British Shorthair's tender voice almost melted Murphy's heart.
It was a pity that this was someone else's cat …
…
Eventually, Mo Fei could only return to his office reluctantly. He had to be careful when petting a cat … In the end, he could only return to his office reluctantly.
Mo Xiaojuan skillfully turned on her computer and was ready to start checking and replying to the emails about the new cooperation negotiations. But as soon as she entered the mailbox, she saw a familiar name.
"Ah!" Mo Xiaojuan excitedly ran to the recording studio and shouted to Murphy, "Sister, come on, Mu Ziang sent an email!"
Mo Xiaojuan was a little too excited, and Murphy scolded her, "How old are you? How can you get married if you get so excited?"
Murphy was calm. The two returned to the office and looked at the email.
"Mu Ziang", as he had promised before, spent half a month preparing, and finally sent the ten songs that he had prepared for Murphy.
"It's really ten songs!" Murphy said with admiration, "Sister, this person is really amazing! He just took out ten songs! "
Even Mo Fei felt that it was a bit strange. Although the two songs before were very good songs, after all, there were only two songs, so it was still understandable! But only half a month had passed, and Mu Ziang had taken out ten songs in one go?
Writing songs was not like making dumplings, where you just put the stuffing into the dumpling skin and then it was done!
Even if the ten songs were not of high quality, ordinary people would not be able to come up with so much inspiration in such a short time, right?
Of course, Murphy was just shocked and confused. She still asked Mo Xiaojuan to print out the music score and lyrics, so that she could think about it carefully.
According to Murphy's habit, she would not listen to demos. She wondered if Yang Yi would vomit blood if he knew about this … He had spent a lot of effort on this!
The ten songs were printed out in a thick stack of paper. Murphy could not read so much at once, so Mo Xiaojuan flipped through it with interest.
"Sister, this song is a little interesting!" Mo Xiaojuan said with a smile, "Look, before you said that he was just an ordinary fan! Look at the lyrics, he has spoken out his heart! "
Murphy took it and looked at it doubtfully. She read the song title, "'In My Voice'?"
Mo Xiaojuan bumped her cousin's shoulder and joked, "It's not bad to have a fan who can write songs like this, right? He admires you from the bottom of his heart, so the songs he writes are full of affection! "
But Mo Xiaojuan's words made Murphy frown deeply.
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