"I don't like it." I touched my chin, "So what's the right thing to call it?" ”

I'm not a good namemaker, and I've thought of a number of names that the little black cat strongly opposes.

"Forget it."

I'm a little helpless.

"Since you don't like it, it's better to wait for me to rescue Ah Wu and let her help you get it."

Meow meow.

As if he understood, the little black cat answered twice and then stopped barking, lying on the cushion and quietly watching me drive.

I was like an arrow, and the speed of the car involuntarily increased, so I returned to Ningjiang in less than twenty hours.

I was so tired from driving that I couldn't concentrate on driving so much that I just wanted to get home and sleep well

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