The day after being split by his spiritual roommate, Gao Chen's life returned to the right track again - a hard career.

In order to take care of the little milk cat, Gao Chen got up early in the morning.

It's not easy to shovel feces, I used to go out with my spiritual roommates to eat something good, and now I have to take care of kittens.

Gao Chen washed the milk powder and fed it, and when the little guy was full, he closed his eyes and prepared to sleep, and he looked quite cute in a daze.

Seeing that it fell asleep when it was full, Gao Chen shook his head helplessly, this little group hadn't slept enough for so long, and it seemed that he was not defensive at all.

Yes, it's pretty self-cooked.

Looking at such a small plush ball, Gao Chen still put it in his pocket. With such a small milk cat, it is really a little uneasy to put it at home.

Unexpectedly, there was a restless little thing hidden in his clothes now, looking pitiful, but when he was in the pocket, he was so skinny, he kept moving his little head around, and rubbed his waist wildly.

It's so itchy.

Fluffy, fluffy, like a naughty kitten scratching all the time.

Thinking of this, Gao Chen suddenly reacted, he was not a little milk cat, he hid himself.

On the other hand, Pan Wenbin saw that Gao Chen had been smiling, and thought that something good had happened to him recently, so he asked curiously, "Xiao Gao, have you won the lottery recently?" ”

Gao Chen shook his head, if only there could be such a good thing, "I recently picked up a small thing, it's very skinny." ”

After speaking, he reached out and touched the little thing in his pocket, and it was a soft ball, and his heart was about to melt.

"You brought it?" Pan Wenbin asked in a low voice.

Now the minibus is full of this group performance, and it would be bad if someone saw it with a living thing.

After all, it's not easy to make a few bucks, and it's still a plaything to lose its mind, if it makes a big fuss, I'm afraid that it will be difficult to even be a special group performer in the future.

Gao Chen nodded, "I'm not worried about it." ”

The basement is so damp, where can this little milk cat stand it, although the conditions are not good with him, but at least he can take care of it.

Pan Wenbin frowned slightly, and advised, "Then you be careful, don't let it delay things when the scene is over." ”

Gao Chen nodded, he still has to make milk powder money for the little milk cat, so naturally he has to find a way to keep this job.

The air in the enclosed and small space was very bad, some people were smoking, some people were coughing desperately.

A few people were talking loudly, all the while telling meat jokes that they didn't know where they came from.

The car jolted for a while, and the driver suddenly braked suddenly, and the people in the car suddenly leaned forward, and some even hit the back of the front seat.

For a while, shouts and scolding with accents from all over the world came and went.

The driver snorted, and it seemed that an electric car suddenly crossed by, almost causing a car accident.

Gao Chen looked at the little milk cat in his pocket with a worried face, he had long been used to such an environment, but Tuanzi should feel uncomfortable.

The atmosphere in the minibus was still suffocating, and there was even a strange smell of not taking a shower for a long time, sour, like an overnight dish that was about to rot.

Gao Chen half-squinted his eyes and pushed the window open a little, and a trace of not too fresh air came in, and there was a smell of dust.

It's bad.

Gao Chen stared at the fluffy ball in a daze, maybe he was really an unqualified shovel officer, and he couldn't even take care of a kitten.