"Ling'er, where have you been? Why did you come back so late? Mommy thought something had happened to you and was so worried that she almost called the police!"

Seeing Zhang Ling coming in from outside, Huang Min jumped up from the sofa when she heard the noise. She walked in front of Zhang Ling in three steps and two steps, and carefully observed Zhang Ling up and down, for fear that Zhang Ling would have another one.

What a surprise!

"Mom, I'm fine! I just saw this black cat in the antique street before, so I went to catch him today! Look!" Zhang Ling, who was surrounded by so much concern, felt very uncomfortable.

He answered quickly, and pushed Mao Zhe out directly to divert Huang Min's attention. Mao Zhe, who was pushed out, was also very cooperative, with innocent eyes, tilting his head cutely, towards Huang Min

Meowed.

"Hey, this black cat is so cute!"

Sure enough, just as Zhang Ling thought, when Huang Min saw Mao Zhe, she immediately smiled and narrowed her eyes. She reached out and took Mao Zhe directly: "Ling'er, do you think Mommy is boring, so you went out to find her?

I gave the cat to my mother to relieve her boredom, right?

Mommy is so touched! Mommy promised you that she will help you take good care of it!" Thinking that this was due to Zhang Ling's filial piety, Huang Min was moved.

Holding the black cat close to his face, Huang Min looked at Zhang Ling and was filled with love. Huang Min, who was filial to his daughter, also automatically forgot about the unknown rumors about the black cat. He loved the house and the black cat, and was extremely kind to Mao Zhe.

Zhang Ling pulled out a smile with difficulty, wanting to say no. But in the end, he nodded silently.

Seeing Zhang Ling's answer, Huang Min felt happy. She hugged Mao Zhe and pulled Zhang Ling into the hall.

"Oh, Ling'er! You bought this black cat badly. It's so thin that it's almost skin and bones. That pet seller really has no conscience at all!"

When he came to the hall and sat down, Mao Zhe looked weak when Huang Min put him on his lap. In addition, Mao Zhe himself looked thin and malnourished, which made Huang Min even more distressed.

"Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?"

Looking at Mao Zhe with pity, Huang Min lowered his head and asked Mao Zhe with concern: "By the way, Linger, has this cat been named?"

"His name is Mao Zhe!" Zhang Ling squeezed out these four words from his mouth with difficulty. Because Zhang Ling had already seen that after Huang Min finished speaking, Mao Zhe nimbly jumped on the ground and walked to the fish tank.

In front of me, I stared at the ornamental fish inside.

He meowed pitifully at Huang Min. Seeing this, Zhang Ling naturally understood what the shameless Mao Zhe was planning.

"So his name is Mao Zhe!" Huang Min nodded, looking at Mao Zhe with a look of surprise: "Why did I forget that cats eat fish? Mao Zhe came, he cooked a lot of fish tonight but didn't eat it.

Well, it’s time for you to eliminate them!”

The dishes in the evening were all according to Zhang Ling's taste. Besides, fish was nutritious enough, so Huang Min tried every means to ask the nanny to make fish dishes for Zhang Ling to eat.

Zhang Ling didn't come back in the evening. He was afraid that Zhang Ling would eat it when he came back, so he didn't throw it away. However, all this was made easier for Mao Zhe, a dead cat.

When Zhang Ling heard this, he stood up and opened his mouth to say, "That dead cat has already eaten a lot of fish and meat tonight."

However, before the words were spoken, Huang Min had already taken out a plate of fish from Bingxiang and placed it on the ground for Mao Zhe to enjoy. While Mao Zhe was eating, he happily meowed to Huang Min as if he was grateful.
Chapter completed!