I looked at the watch, and it was about time. I tidied up my bangs and put on my gold-rimmed round glasses. A light blue long-sleeved shirt and a pair of black pencil pants. Hmm, I looked like a well-behaved model student. Meng Yuqing took a deep breath. Indeed, it was still the most comfortable to go to crowded places like this.

These days, I've been with Tang Muyan, and I've been in a state of not wearing glasses. Although it has increased my turning heads, I still feel a bit uncomfortable.

Take some money from your pocket, grab the gift for Song Wenren, and take the number 11 bus to the bar.

At the bar, Meng Yue passed through the hazy crowd and immediately spotted Jiang Yiran, who was busy flirting with girls. With a quick glance, she also noticed a young man sitting on the sofa. He had a neat and clean short hair, with well-defined facial features. His eyes were lively, and he had some stubble. He was dressed like a handsome middle-aged man. Hey, isn't that Wen Renxuan?

"Xuan Ge, you've grown a beard." Meng Ruigui naturally sat down and greeted enthusiastically.

"Well, isn't this just trying to appear a bit more mature?"

"Xuan Ge, you weren't exactly young to begin with." Jiang Yiran demonstrated his knack for stunning remarks, leaning in to interject.

"Feeling a little itchy, aren't you, kiddo?"

"Tsk, Xuan Ge, please spare me."

"You, you never take anything seriously," Wenren Xuan shook his head and said to Meng Yuigui, "I have a gift for you, it's in my car. Remember to take it when we leave later."

"What gift? Leave it in the car."

"You'll know when the time comes," Wenren Xuan said with a smile.

"By the way, I brought you a gift." Meng Yuigui said as he took out a paper bag and handed it to Wen Renxuan.

"What is this?"

"Suit. I made it myself, you know," Meng Ruigui said proudly. "I had to go without food for two whole months just to afford this high-quality fabric."

Before Wen Renxuan could speak, Jiang Yiran couldn't help but interrupt, "Xiao Mengmeng, you're biased. We've known each other for such a long time, and you haven't done anything for me either."

"Give it to you? It's a waste of my craftsmanship."

"Hmm, you brat, you're becoming more and more disrespectful towards me." Jiang Yiran said as he was about to make a move. Seeing this, Meng Yuegu immediately hid behind Wen Renxuan.

Wen Renxuan helplessly watched the two childish individuals fooling around, quietly ordered a glass of strawberry wine from the nearby waiter.

Xiao Meng, here you go.

"Ah, thank you. Xuan Ge is still the one who treats me the best."

Wen Renxuan patted his head, while Meng Yueyi sipped his drink and leaned against him. Jiang Yiran ran into the dance floor and danced intimately with a hot girl. The three of them aimlessly mixed together until ten o'clock...

"Uh, I want a beautiful woman to accompany me," Jiang Yiran slurred, completely drunk, shouting that he wanted to find a beauty. Meng Yuegui helplessly cried and laughed as he, together with Wen Renxuan, stuffed him into the car.

"Xiaomeng, this is the gift I got for you," Wenren Xuan said as he pulled out an animal-themed portable bag from the back seat.

Meng said Gui seemed a little drunk, and he didn't even take it, just leaned his head and looked inside.

"Hey, it's a British Shorthair," Meng Yueyi exclaimed, wearing a shocked and dumbfounded expression on his face. It was absolutely hilarious.

"Uh, this is the gift I got for you. I've arranged for a driver, they'll be here soon. I'll send you all back."

"Okay."

...

Today is a very extraordinary morning, because Meng Yueguo was woken up by an adorable gray British Shorthair.

Meng Yuguai looked at the little furry creature in front of him with a sense of resignation. He resignedly got out of bed to prepare breakfast for his feline master. After finishing the meal, Meng Yuguai began his online shopping expedition. Wen Renxuan had only given him a bag of cat food, so Meng Yuguai needed to prepare many other items.

Hmm, cat litter box? Cat bed? Cat climbing frame? Cat toys? Cat canned food? Catnip? Cat...

It's truly a case of "cats are better than humans" series.

Meng Yuangui was still immersed in his own dilemma when the telephone suddenly rang.

"Hello! What's up?"

"Sweetheart, I'm downstairs. Come down and pick me up, I don't know where your home is."

You come up by yourself, the second floor of my house, left door."

"Ok! See you later, sweetheart."

After hanging up the phone, the doorbell rang in no time. Meng Yuegui, wearing pink slippers, groggily went to open the door for Tang Muyan.

When Tang Muyan saw Meng Yue return, he froze right there. It was only at that moment that Meng Yue noticed she was still wearing that pink nightgown. The lack of sleep caused her to unconsciously open the door in a daze.

Meng Yuangui's brain froze for a moment. One second, two seconds, and when the third second came, the sound of Meng Yuangui's door being closed could be heard.

"Baby, why did you lock me outside."

"Just wait a moment, I'll restart it. You didn't see anything just now," Meng Ruigui shouted while quickly changing into a different set of clothes.

When the door reopened, Tang Muyan was discovered holding something.

"What is this?"

"Here's a present for you, a tabby cat."

At that moment, Meng Yu Gui once again had the urge to keep him out of the door.

"Come on, come in," Meng Yuigui pulled Tang Muyan into the house and gestured towards the British Shorthair cat basking in the sun on the balcony swing chair. "This master just arrived at my house, and you've brought another one. Do you think I'm too idle?"

Tang Muyan said innocently, "I didn't know that you already had a cat. Look at how cute he is. Can you bear not having him?" As he spoke, Tang Muyan released the little tiger-striped cat.

Meng Yu Gui reached out to stroke the striped fur of the little tiger-patterned cat, and it turned its head and rubbed against his hand. Instantly, Meng Yu Gui's heart melted. The British Shorthair seemed to sense something, slowly approaching with leisurely steps. The two little cats started to playfully frolic around like this.

"Sweetheart, why don't you give them a name?"

"Um. Let's call them Huibu Liujiao and Hualihushao."

"Are you serious?" Tang Muyan began to worry about the two kittens.

"Huh? Then let's call them Mumo and Da Wang," Meng Yuegui said as he smoothed the fur of the cats and explained, "The British Shorthair will be called Mumo, and the Tabby will be called Da Wang."

"Why is the Bengal cat called 'King' but the British Shorthair called 'Mu Mu'?"

"Uh, because the British Shorthair is relatively calm, like a piece of wood."

"By the way, sweetheart, you promised me..."

"Ah, can't you help me take care of these two little rascals first?"

Tang Muyan suddenly regretted bringing this tiger-striped cat along...