Ex-boyfriend turned cute meow

Chapter 1

On the monitor screen in front of Ding Ran, a clip of a reality show is playing.

The male star in the picture is facing the rising sun and leading four dogs to run around the yard. After running about two laps, the male star felt relieved and put down the dogs' breakfast.

The seemingly warm picture sounds to Ding Ran's ears, but it sounds like a meeting of dogs complaining:

"We've all been up for so long, you insist on 'morning jogging'! Human beings are so dishonest!"

"It's good when the run is over. He's gone. He runs slower than the duck next door. What kind of sportsman are you pretending to be, Wang."

"What do you think he's going into the house now? This morning is over, and the PD doesn't talk about him. Hey, I'm so worried about this show!"

The complaints of these dogs are much more interesting than the show itself.

Ding Ran held the mouse to add anthropomorphic expressions on the dogs' heads, and added subtitles, the corners of his lips finally rose a little.

"How is it, Ding Ran?" A colleague turned around and asked him, "Is this episode interesting? I haven't had time to watch it yet. This episode is a well-known handsome guy in the circle."

Ding Ran recalled the complaints from the dogs just now, and raised his head: "I just watched it, and I didn't pay much attention to him before. Is he famous?"

"Famous, but if you don't follow stars, you probably don't like him too much, and that's normal." The colleague shrugged and turned back to continue working.

"It's not that Ding Ran doesn't pursue stars, he only pursues Le Ming." The female colleague sitting behind Ding Ran interjected excitedly.

Ding Ran's heart skipped a beat.

"I have discovered that Ding Ran played Leming's songs in the BGM several times, and the barrage is full of guesses whether there is a Leming fan hidden in our late team," said the female colleague with a mysterious look of excitement , "I really want to go up and post bullet screens. I'm not just a die-hard fan. We Ding Ran watched Le Ming go from an unknown anchor to a big anchor and then a singer, right?"

Ding Ran's fingers holding the mouse trembled, and the lines on the screen were visibly bent.

Ding Ran spent three years working in this post-production company, and this time just covered the whole process of him and Le Ming from stranger to acquaintance, from love to breakup.

He never concealed his love for Le Ming, and he didn't think it needed to be kept secret.

But since he and Le Ming just broke up for less than a month now, Ding Ran feels every day that his past self is throwing stones at his feet.

He almost fled into the tea room with the teacup in hand: "I'm going to pour a glass of water, I forgot to drink water after sitting here all afternoon."

In fact, when Ding Ran and Le Ming were on good terms, he was very willing to hear others mention Le Ming in front of him.

Although he can't disclose his relationship with Le Ming to the public, Ding Ran will be sincerely happy when he hears others praise Le Ming's talent, or appreciate Le Ming's personality and style.

But now even just hearing Le Ming's name, he feels like he is going to have a heart attack.

He really wanted to kneel down and beg those who made amends in his heart to give him a way to survive.

After walking out of the tea room, the colleagues had already returned to the busy editing tasks from short chats. Ding Ran also hurriedly edited the part he was in charge of. After work, he was the first to rush in with his bag on his back. up the elevator.

He did this not to distance himself from his colleagues, but because he really needed to race against time after get off work.

The location of this company is located in the outskirts of the city, not a short distance from the subway station. In order to save time, Ding Ran rushed downstairs to pick up a shared bicycle, rode it near the subway station, and then returned the bicycle.

He had to cook by himself when he got home, and he had to go to the vegetable market to buy vegetables non-stop after he got out of the subway station.And this Wednesday, after dinner, he has to rush to the pet clinic to help out before eight o'clock.

The time schedule is so tight, at least there will be no idle time to think about it.

Ding Ran stood in the subway staring at a lamp on the ceiling in a daze, but suddenly a song came from not far away, which made his face stunned, his heart pounded, and he couldn't help turning his head to look over.

Seeing that it was just a girl's mobile phone ringtone, he was slightly disappointed that he couldn't hide it.

Half a month has passed since that day.

He forced himself not to listen to that person's screen recording, not to pay attention to that person's newly released album.

Even though he actually really wanted to, to hear that man's voice.

Ding Ran came out of the vegetable market with vegetables in his hand, and was stirred by the complex smell in the vegetable market, and finally his mood was no longer so depressed.

It was almost seven o'clock, and he had to go home quickly to prepare dinner, so he ran, running on the narrow path as if being chased by the wind, and the windbreaker was blown up.

He ran fast and controlled the direction, neatly passing between a group of elderly people who went out for a walk after eating in the community and children carrying schoolbags playing football in the middle of the road.

Running into the corridor, he ran directly into the stairwell.

Ding Ran lives on the seventh floor, but he seldom takes the elevator. When he has time to wait for the elevator, he usually arrives there already.

He quickly climbed the last step of the stairs, but at this moment he tripped over something, which obviously ruined the success of his entire run.

Ding Ran's reaction was quick, he jumped up and took a big step forward.

Then he hurriedly turned around and picked up the little thing lying on the ground.

He felt that his foot touched a soft object, and when he picked it up, he didn't expect it to be a cat.

The cat was lying in front of his door. It should be a white cat, but the cat was covered with a lot of stains, which almost dyed the original white into yellow.

The cat drooped its eyelids, and when Ding Ran picked it up, it raised its eyes vigilantly, revealing blue eyes that were not very energetic.

Then it meowed, put its tired little body close to his arms, and stopped moving.

Ding Ran looked suspiciously at the opposite house. He had the impression that there was only a boy of his own age living in the next door. He usually stayed at home, and there was no sign of keeping a cat. The cats on other floors were lost. The possibility of his doorstep is also unlikely.

He stood under the corridor light and gently plucked the cat's fur. The cat was soaked and weak. The hair on the top of the head was sticky and slightly red. When it touched the top of the head, the cat's body shrank obviously.

When he saw clearly that the smear of red should be blood, Ding Ran immediately opened the door of the house and threw the vegetables he was carrying in, and then ran downstairs with the cat in his arms.

Whatever the reason for the cat showing up at his door, since it was a wounded cat, he couldn't sit idly by.

The pet clinic where Ding Ran worked at night was not far from the community, and he was really impatient, so he ran to the clinic in less than 10 minutes.

The owner of the clinic is currently watching a certain video network with his legs crossed and the tablet on the table.

The owner's name is Liang Dongcheng, 30 years old, and he opened an Internet cafe and this pet clinic in Xingshi, but he basically only hangs around in the clinic.

Ding Ran and Liang Dongcheng met in an Internet cafe, and then came to his clinic to work part-time, which can be considered a very fate.

The scale of the clinic is small, not many animals are taken in, and most of them have been treated, so the evening is the time to relax.

When Ding Ran came here to help, he basically only did some nursing work for injured or sick animals, plus cleaning the clinic.

He came here at meal time, which surprised Liang Dongcheng.

"Why is it so early today?" Liang Dongcheng raised his head and asked, and when he saw the kitten in Ding Ran's arms, he immediately stood up.

"I picked it up at the door of my house, and it seemed to be seriously injured, so I brought it here quickly." Ding Ran panted, even though he was really tired from running around, but he didn't let go of his fingers holding the kitten.

"It was hit on the side of the road?" Liang Dongcheng took the kitten and put it on the treatment table. He put on his gloves and checked gently while asking.

"I don't know." Ding Ran shook his head, "I don't know how it got injured and climbed up to the seventh floor. When I came home just now, it was lying in front of my house."

"It may have taken the elevator up with other people, or it may belong to a neighbor in your community." Liang Dongcheng took off the stethoscope after checking the cat's injuries and said, "The injury on the top of the head is caused by hitting a sharp object. It caused it, but the injury is not serious, I will debride it and bandage it, it should be fine."

"However, what are you going to do with this cat? Take it home and raise it? Or keep it with me?" Liang Dongcheng asked again.

Ding Ran was staring worriedly at the breathless cat, and after hearing this, he subconsciously let out an ah.

He really hadn't thought about it, he had never had any experience in raising pets, and Liang Dongcheng's clinic sometimes took in some stray dogs and cats.

He was hesitating when he noticed that the cat on the platform suddenly opened its eyes and looked at him, meowed weakly, and stretched out its paws to grab his sleeve.

In this clinic there are other small animals who are recuperating.

From the moment Ding Ran stepped into the clinic, he could almost hear various small animals saying "pain" in various tones.

Therefore, he didn't hear the cat's sound very clearly.

He was only slightly pricked by the cat's eyes.

Under such pitiful and expectant eyes, it was hard for him to say no.

"I'll take it home. When I get home, I'll ask in the community forum if anyone has lost their cat," Ding Ran said. "I'll clean it up and take a photo of it in a normal way." , Make a missing person notice."

"Looking for someone? Looking for an owner?" Liang Dongcheng asked again, "It's rare to find an owner for a cat. What are you going to do if you can't find an owner?"

Ding Ran scratched his head.

If he can't find it, he will have to keep it by himself.

This is undoubtedly a decision that will bring about a huge change in his life.

His usual expenses are not large, and some of his own small plans are also proceeding in an orderly manner.

If there are more cats in the house, he will have to set a new standard for his life.

But it's too early to tell.

Ding Ran didn't make a clear statement to Liang Dongcheng, but after the cat was bandaged, he carried the cat into the cleaning room.

"Don't let its wound get water," Liang Dongcheng reminded from a distance, "but it really needs to be cleaned. I touched it a few times, and my fingers were full of mud. Been wandering outside for a while."

Ding Ran responded, turned on the faucet, adjusted the water temperature to warm, held the cat in one hand, and gently drenched the cat's hair with water in the other hand.

"Don't be afraid," Ding Ran said in a low voice, "I'll just give you a little wash, you must be uncomfortable with so much mud on your body."

The cat didn't show any struggle or rejection, it just nestled docilely in his arms, meowing a few times occasionally.

Ding Ran focused all his attention on keeping the water from getting on the cat's wound. Fortunately, the cat seemed to be well-bred, and he was not afraid at all when it touched the water.

After leaving the cleaning room, he turned on the hair dryer to a small warm air to dry the cat's wet hair.

Liang Dongcheng was watching the video, and when he saw him coming out with the cat in his arms, he paused the video and looked up at the cleaned cat.

"It's really pretty after washing it," Liang Dongcheng gave a thumbs up. "I just saw it now. It's still a famous cat. I guess it's more likely to get lost."

"If it wasn't as dirty as before, this kind of cat could be caught in a few minutes on the road."

Ding Ran lowered his head and looked at the cat.

He really doesn't know much about cat breeds, and he has basically never dealt with cats in his life. Among the people he knows, Le Ming is the only one who has raised animals.

His thoughts stopped abruptly after the name Le Ming appeared.

"I'm looking at a news that just came out." Liang Dongcheng clicked on the tablet screen and waved to Ding Ran, "I think you should be interested."

"What news?" Ding Ran took a step closer to him in doubt.

"Don't you like that anchor, who is now transformed into a singer, and the one who released an album a few days ago is called Le Ming." Liang Dongcheng said, "He is very popular on the Internet, what a pity."

Ding Ran paused, and heard Liang Dongcheng say regretfully:

"I heard that the day after the album was released, he disappeared."