On a rainy night, Shen Jianian's clothes were in tatters, and he knelt down under the man's suit pants in embarrassment, his little face was as pale as paper, his lips trembled and begged: "Help me ......" Under the black umbrella, the man's face couldn't see it really, and he could only smell a short chuckle, and he couldn't distinguish his emotions. Lu Yanzhi on the side secretly thought: This girl has found the right person, and his friend's lifelong hobby is to pick up some stray cats and dogs to raise. Don't think that this person's love is overflowing, not to mention far away, the stray cat he brought back last month scratched his paw, and he brushed it away with his backhand, so disgusted that he refused to look at it again. Sure enough, on a whim, this person picked up the stray cat-like girl and went back to the Rose Manor, where she was carefully raised. Eat her the most delicious food, buy the prettiest dress, and give her the most expensive cello. It didn't take long for the big and small circles in Yicheng to spread all over the place, and there was an extra girl by the side of the Fu family. People who knew Fu Da's temperament sneered: Look at it, it won't take long to throw it away. Fu Jichen appeared in front of people in recent days, with two more scratches on his neck, and after that, the handsome face like a god was colored. Everyone: The cats and dogs at home have become like this, and they still don't throw them away? When he went home late at night, Fu Jichen took advantage of the faint warm light of the lamp, sat on the edge of the bed, picked up someone's hand in the quilt, and cut her nails. If he doesn't cut it off, he won't have to go out to meet people with this face. What's ridiculous is that Fu Jichen never thought of throwing away Shen Jianian, she was good, ran away without saying a word, leaving a hand-carved handle, with an old piece of paper pressed underneath, with the inscription on it: Good Couple Tiancheng. Fu Jichen was mad and looked for the conscienceless cat everywhere.