Originally, only Qiao Rong's name was written on the first page of the notebook, but now, there was an inexplicable line of chic and delicate characters under the name.

"The mountain has Mu Xiqing's intention, and the stars last night are just like you."

Qiao Rong's fingers unconsciously touched the ink-colored handwriting, and with the slow movement of her fingers, she read out the line of text word by word.

Qiao Rong knew that this poem was a confession to her admirer, but she didn't know who wrote it in her notebook.

Just looking at the handwriting, Qiao Rong only felt familiar, but after thinking about it for a long time, she didn't remember whose handwriting it was.

But Qiao Rong is sure that it must be someone she knows, otherwise, this handwriting will not become more and more familiar.

But Qiao Rong thought about it again, she had opened her notebook before class, and there was obviously no such line on this page at that time, why did she appear here out of thin air now?

Just when Qiao Rong was puzzled, there was a sudden 'meow' sound from the balcony, and Qiao Rong had no choice but to quickly retract her thoughts and look at the balcony.

It turned out that the speechless kitten was hungry and was calling Qiao Rong to feed it.

Qiao Rong shook her head helplessly, she could only put aside the matter at hand, and first brewed the milk powder for the speechless.

She came to the kitchen, found the special milk powder for Xiao Xiao Meow in the refrigerator, and followed the steps Wen Changqing taught her before, and flushed the milk powder step by step.

First, pour the milk powder into a small porcelain bowl, pour some hot water, and then stir well with a small soup spoon, and a bowl of milky cat food is ready.

Qiao Rong was about to come to the living room with a small bowl that was a little hot, but she suddenly remembered that Wen Changqing had told her before that the water for making milk powder must be hot water, but cats can't accept too hot temperatures, especially small milk meows like Wuyu, who are only a few weeks old, should pay attention.

So, on the short road from the kitchen to the living room, Qiao Rong didn't forget to blow her milk colder, for fear that her speechlessness would be burned.

Still lying on the balcony and refusing to leave, he was speechless, as if he smelled the smell of rice, and ran towards Qiao Rong with a crawl.

Looking at the silly appearance of speechlessness, Qiao Rong couldn't help but wonder when she was cute, is this really a cat that Wen Changqing gave her?

Qiao Rong, who has never had a pet, doesn't know much about the habits of these animals.

But most of her friends around her are cat slaves and dog slaves, and they often discuss their pets in her ear, even if Qiao Rong is not interested, she has heard some rumors.

But why is her family's speechlessness different from the legendary cat?

It is said that cats are extremely cold animals, but no matter how Qiao Rong looks at it, she doesn't think this stupid and cute little thing is cold.

But its mother, that is, the cat in Wen Changqing's house, looks extremely in line with the cat's cold image.

"Speechless, why don't you look like a cat at all?"

Speechless, gobbling up her appearance, which completely amused Qiao Rong, she began to talk to herself to a cat.

I don't know if I understood Qiao Rong's words, and the speechless person who was still eating rolled his eyes at Qiao Rong between swallowing, and seemed to look down on Qiao Rong who would ask this kind of question.

Suffering from the white eyes of her cat, Qiao Rong not only did not get angry, but showed a very surprised expression.

"Oh my God, can you understand me speechlessly? You're a cat! ”