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Chapter 652 Let's Suck Cats Together ([-])
So cute.

Looking at the little girl's shy appearance, Lan Ke felt that her blood tank was almost empty.

"I can sleep on the sofa!" As if afraid that the little girl would leave, Lan Ke replied immediately, with a throbbing hidden in the pleasant and magnetic bass.

Tu Zhimeng smiled, and couldn't help clenching the strap of the guitar case with her fingers, staring at the other party with bright eyes, "Will that be too troublesome?"

"No trouble, no trouble." Lan Ke shook her head again and again, and then the tip of her ear was dyed a light pink, the corners of her lips fluttered, and she lowered her eyes: "I seldom sleep in bed, and often sleep on the sofa."

What he said is true, because he has the most inspiration at night, so he often writes music scores at night, and then sleeps directly on the sofa.

Tu Zhimeng tilted her head slightly, looked at the sofa behind him, and saw a thick blanket on it, and various notebooks and pens on the coffee table in front, wrinkled her little face, and hesitated for a while.

"Then trouble the boss!" She bowed ninety degrees again as she spoke.

Lan Ke burst out laughing, thinking that this little girl seemed cuter than a cat.

In fact, Tu Zhimeng didn't want to be so thick-skinned from the beginning, after all, this appearance is easy to be disliked, but there is really no other way.

She has no education or experience, and she can't find a good job for a while.

It's better to go directly to the water and get the moon first.

Fortunately, Lan Ke didn't hate her, on the contrary, she seemed to like her quite a bit.

"Ah, by the way, what's your name?"

Lan Ke dragged the suitcase to the bedroom, and then remembered to ask the little girl's name.

"My name is Tu Zhimeng, just call me Xiaomeng." Tu Zhimeng introduced herself generously.

Lan Ke nodded and stretched out his right hand: "Lan Ke, 23 years old."

He spoke solemnly, with a serious expression on his face, but he couldn't help but blush.

Tu Zhimeng thought it was funny, and somehow felt like a blind date, and put her little hand on it: "20 years old."

Looking at the little milk dog's appearance, Tu Zhimeng thought he was younger than herself again this time.

Unexpectedly, it was three years older.

However, it's better this way, it's convenient for him to cheat in the future, and let him give way to me.

The little girl's little hand was soft, and it felt great when she squeezed it lightly. Lan Ke's face turned redder, and she quickly withdrew her hand, putting her left hand behind her back to hold her right hand, as if she was feeling the little girl's lingering warmth. .

"Then, Xiaomeng, go to bed early." Lan Ke said, his eyes softened a little, and when he looked at the little girl, there was a sparkle in his eyes.

Tu Zhimeng nodded, revealing two shallow dimples, and softly spit out the word "good".

She used to think that the story of Cinderella and the rich second generation was very old-fashioned, but now it seems that it is still very romantic.

"Call me anytime you need anything."

As if worried, Lan Ke gave another order before leaving.

The little girl still nodded obediently.

At night, Tu Zhimeng felt itchy on his face, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a dark shadow lying beside him, looking at him.

She jerked violently and nearly fell off the bed.

In a panic, he turned on the light.

I found out...it was the gray British shorthair cat.

It opened its big innocent eyes, meowed, and walked up to Tu Zhimeng's arms to rub against it.

"It ate my cat food." Bai Xiao lay in the corner and stared at Ying Short resentfully.

She didn't expect that the cat would become a spirit, and would open the door by itself, sneak in and eat her own cat food, and even occupy her place.

(End of this chapter)