Wilderness Livestream: Other People Struggle to Survive While I Became Famous by Looking After a Cat

After Chen Lan saw that Song Qingyou was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief and kept talking.

Song Qingyou responded with "Uh-huh, uh-huh" a few times, and then she took the initiative to open the cat bag.

The cat inside jumped up.

"Eh--"

Chen Lan couldn't react and was about to stop him when he saw Zhizhi falling firmly into Song Qingyou's hands.

"I was scared to death. I thought Zhizhi was going to punch you in the face!"

Chen Lan's voice stopped suddenly, and her eyes fell on the bruise on Song Qingyou's forehead.

"Yes, your face and forehead were injured. Why didn't you apply any medicine? Let me see if there is any bleeding. Don't leave any scars..."

Not only her, but also Zhizhi in her arms turned her head and looked up at Song Qingyou's forehead.

In the end, he couldn't help but stretch out his paw, as if he wanted to touch her injury.

"Meow--"

Song Qingyou always felt that Zhizhi's meow was asking her if it hurt.

She was stunned for a moment, then raised her hand to touch the cat's head, with a serious and bright smile:

"It doesn't hurt anymore, Zhizhi, don't worry."

"How can a cat understand what you say? I think it would be better for you to apply some medicine first."

After Chen Lan urged him, Fang Yan happened to send a message.

After Song Qingyou inquired, he took the man and the cat who came to see him to the reception room on the 27th floor.

After a while, Fang Yan came in carrying a medical kit.

Chen Lan started to apply the medicine to Song Qingyou. When he caught a glimpse of the cat standing on the armrest of the sofa, staring at it unblinkingly, he couldn't help but complain:

"I always feel that Zhizhi has been staring here to see if my hand will be too heavy and hurt you."

"Maybe if I push hard, it will pounce and scratch people."

Song Qingyou looked sideways at her cat and smiled dumbly:

"Zhizhi has such a gentle personality, how could he scratch someone with his claws?"

Chen Lan paused: "Gentleness? You mean it?"

Song Qingyou: "Yes, even if Zhizhi doesn't want me to hold him, he will hold his nails first when pushing someone. Isn't that gentle?"

"That's just for you." Chen Lan rolled her eyes, "It always shows its claws in front of me, and I don't dare to hold it!"

Song Qingyou guessed: "Maybe it's because Sister Lan's hug is uncomfortable."

It's just a cat, its bones are so soft, how can it be uncomfortable to hold it?

Chen Lan pouted speechlessly: "The filter you wear is too thick!"

After applying the medicine, Chen Lan saw that Song Qingyou obviously wanted to talk to Fang Yan, so she planned to take Zhizhi away.

However, the little cat kept digging at the sofa with its paws and refused to leave.

In the end, Song Qingyou said that her forehead was fine, and after a few words of comfort, Zhizhi took the initiative to get into the cat bag.

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Fang Yan and Cao Manli made an appointment to meet.

Perhaps because she did not trust Jiangyuan Group, Cao Manli made an appointment to meet at a coffee shop and did not agree to come to the company building.

In addition, she only met Song Qingyou, not even Fang Yan.

In the afternoon, Fang Yan sent Song Qingyou to the door of the coffee shop, and planned to wait in the car.

At this moment, Jiang Zhihan suddenly sent a message:

[Where are you now? ]

When Fang Yan saw this news, he thought Jiang Zhihan had woken up, so he opened his mouth and called out to Song Qingyou:

"Wait a moment, Miss Song!"

Song Qingyou turned around, "What's wrong?"

Fang Yancai opened his mouth and saw another new message:

[I'm not awake yet, don't talk too much in front of her. ]

"Assistant Fang?" Song Qingyou was confused.

Fang Yan moved his lips. He didn't have time to think about what Mr. Jiang meant by his words, so he had to make up for it:

"Cao Manli only lets you meet her alone, and she doesn't know what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd. Please pay attention to your safety."

Song Qingyou nodded and said in a calm tone: "I think she should pay more attention to safety."

Seeing the other party's confident smile, he thought of Song Qingyou's deeds of kicking down a big tree... Fang Yan sneered: "You're right."

A trace of suspicion flashed in Song Qingyou's eyes.

Before entering the coffee shop, he specifically looked back at Fang Yan. When he saw that he was looking down at his phone intently and there was nothing unusual, he looked away.

At this time, Fang Yan was staring blankly at Jiang Zhihan's instructions one after another.

Half of them are company affairs, and half are related to Song Qingyou.

For example, the person who injured Song Qingyou must not be let go.

Another example is to say thank you to Song Qingyou on behalf of Mr. Jiang, what kind of gift should I give...

The boss wanted to write down everything he should say and do when he saw Song Qingyou.

Everyone who looked at Fang Yan was numb. After working hard and writing everything down in the memo, Fang Yan took the opportunity to ask:

[Mr. Jiang, you said you didn’t wake up. What’s going on? ]

You can still chat without waking up...

Could it be an out-of-body supernatural event? !

Could it be that when Mr. Jiang was unconscious, his soul was always floating in the air?

Fang Yan subconsciously looked around and shuddered.

Jiang Zhihan hesitated for a while, thinking that instead of letting Fang Yantian guess all over the world, it would be better to tell the truth.

In this way, Fang Yan can help cover in the future.

So after a while, Fang Yan saw Jiang Zhihan's reply:

[I have been by Song Qingyou’s side. ]

With Miss Song? What was around Miss Song when she entered just now? Air?

Fang Yan asked with a stiff face:

[You...are floating? ]

Jiang Zhihan: […]

Jiang Zhihan: [Not a ghost. ]

If it is not a ghost state, it can only be an entity.

Fang Yan, whose brain was functioning normally, finally remembered when Mr. Jiang suddenly paid attention to Song Qingyou.

At that time, Miss Song was still a little-known artist, and she was on the island. She had no interaction with Jiang Zhihan. The only people around her at that time, except Yu Muhuai and Jiang Xuyan, were

——That cat! ?

This guess becomes more and more reasonable the more I think about it.

Besides, compared to ghosts, cats made him more accepting.

Fang Yan typed carefully:

[You are... Zhizhi? ]

Jiang Zhihan: […]

Well, there is no denying it, that’s a definite answer.

Fang Yan was surprised and wanted to laugh a little at the same time.

Thinking about Miss Song squeaking every now and then, and still holding the cat and rubbing it... If the truth is discovered later... Mr. Jiang will not be beaten violently, right?

His thoughts stopped short.

Fang Yan: [Do you need me to buy the cat back? If you offer a high price, Ms. Song may agree. ]

Jiang Zhihan: [She won’t sell it. ]

Such a firm answer actually translates to, Mr. Jiang is reluctant to let go of Miss Song, right?

Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to reveal the secret of turning into a cat just to remind him to vent his anger on Miss Song...

Fang Yan nodded clearly and immediately expressed his loyalty:

[Don’t worry, I will never tell anyone about this! ]

Jiang Zhihan: [Yeah. ]

It wasn't until the other party sent no more messages that Fang Yan opened Song Qingyou's Weibo on a whim.

Looking at the various cat photos on Weibo, Fang Yan couldn't help but laugh even though Luo Zhen was still on his mind.

——These cat photos are definitely Mr. Jiang’s dark history! He had to save it and read it when he was working overtime in the middle of the night.