Master 04

After Song Jing finished speaking, she subconsciously touched her slightly cold earlobe.

He Mian took a look into her room, and Song Jing opened the door completely and invited him in.

He put the plate in his hand on her dining table. Song Jing turned off the light in the entrance hall and went to the kitchen to turn on the light on the dining table.

He Mian took advantage of Song Jing's inattention and quietly looked around her living room. When she had just graduated, she was still renting a house and hadn't bought one yet, but the decoration style of this house was somewhat similar to their previous home. After a few years, Song Jing's preferences remained unchanged.

He quickly spotted a cat bed in the living room, and He Mian stared at it in a trance.

"What's wrong?" Song Jing washed her hands and sat down while wiping them, looking at He Mian's absent-minded expression with some confusion.

He Mian raised his head and shook it gently, "It's okay, is that a cat bed in the living room? Do you have a cat now?" He knew that this cat bed was from four years ago, and he could also feel that they were the only two large creatures nearby.

He could sense the presence of other cats, and He Mian knew that there were no cats around.

"It's a cat bed, but I don't keep it now. I had a kitten a long time ago." Song Jing sighed. She still couldn't bear to throw away the cat bed. Even though she changed her residence two or three times in the past few years of work, she still brought the cat bed with her when she moved.

Song Jing forced a smile from the corner of her mouth.

"I won't disturb you anymore. Take your time eating. I hope it suits your taste." He Mian looked at her expression and said as if he was fleeing. He stood up and pretended to leave Song Jing's house.

Song Jing didn't intend to eat face to face with He Mian. Seeing that he wanted to leave on his own initiative, there was no reason for her to keep him. She stood up and opened the door for He Mian.

He Mian stood by the door and looked at her with his head tilted. His sense of smell was very sensitive and he could smell the scent of shower gel on her body with a hint of moisture, and of course, there was also a scent that belonged only to her.

The hair hanging beside her ears was wet from washing her face, and she was wearing a very casual set of short-sleeved and long-pants pajamas.

Song Jing was a little afraid of the heat, so the air conditioner in the room was turned on very low. There was a small coral fleece blanket on the sofa, and the projection screen on the wall was still on. She must have been taking a break and watching a TV show.

The two of them fell into an inexplicable silence. The sensor light outside the corridor lit up very sensitively at the movement of the door opening. The summer evening breeze was a little strong, and the sound of the wind outside the high-rise corridor filled the silence.

"Thank you for the egg tarts." Song Jing thought about it and said politely. She originally thought that He Mian's office was far away from hers, and He Mian was not her direct superior, so the two of them might have very little interaction.

But I didn't expect that he lived right across from me, and I would inevitably have to interact with this colleague in the future.

"You're welcome. I usually like to cook." He Mian remembered that Song Jing had said a long time ago that it would be great if she could find a roommate who could cook.

She looked up at He Mian and found that his eyes looked different under different light, which made her feel a little magical.

She is a person who is curious about many things, and she is not an expert in the study of human eyes, so she is even more curious.

He Mian frowned and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong? Is there something else? Is there something on my face?" He Mian ran his fingertips across his face. He had dressed up specially when he went out just now, so that he could meet her in the best condition.

"The color of your eyes is so special." Taking advantage of He Mian's initiative to ask her, Song Jing finally said what she had always wanted to say.

He Mian was stunned at first, then he couldn't help but smile, "Really?" He looked at Song Jing with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Yeah, is he mixed blood, or is it just genetics?"

He Mian pursed his lips and said hesitantly, "It must be genes."

Song Jing had a classmate with heterochromia, a condition called heterochromia iridum. Genes are mysterious and powerful. She nodded, half-comprehending, "It's pretty amazing."

He Mian lowered his head, his face flushed a little. Song Jing used to like praising him, praising him for being well-behaved, cute and smart.

She liked the color of his eyes the most, and he had spent a lot of money to maintain this color.

Although He Mian did not feel any fondness on Song Jing's face at the moment, he seemed to have attracted her attention, although this attention was not as positive as He Mian expected.

But he thought his efforts were not in vain.

"Well, goodbye then, and go to bed early?" Song Jing said with a smile. Although she couldn't avoid the intersection with He Mian, there was nothing good for the two of them to do when they were alone together late at night.

"Well, good night, see you tomorrow."

Song Jing saw him go back to the house across the street before she closed her door. She shook her head gently and whispered, "I don't want to see you tomorrow..."

Although it sounds a bit rude, which human being likes dealing with the boss?

But the egg tarts baked by He Mian were indeed delicious, and Song Jing felt that she was not so instinctively resistant to the new director.

Song Jing was a bit full, so she walked around the living room twice before washing up. The air conditioning in her room was even lower than the one in the living room, so Song Jing curled up in bed and fell asleep on time.

The only sound in the room was the faint sound of the air conditioner, mixed with her steady breathing.

It's so itchy... Song Jing's arm felt like it was being brushed by something furry. She slapped her right arm with her left hand. She was so sleepy that she didn't even have time to open her eyes. She hummed helplessly twice.

Then the room fell into the silence of deep sleep.

"Meow." A subtle sound broke the silence.

Song Jing's eyelashes twitched upwards, and she used all her strength to open her eyelids. She seemed to see a cat sitting beside her hand.

She was so sleepy that she closed her eyelids and opened them again and again, and after repeating this several times, she finally opened her eyes. Why was there a cat on her bed? The gray and white cat was sitting in the dark room, with its head tilted to the left and then to the right.

Song Jing raised her arms and slapped herself on the forehead. She pulled up the quilt and sat up, staring at the cat in front of her for five seconds.

"Why did I dream about cats again?" She said it subconsciously. Sometimes people know they are dreaming when they are dreaming, at least Song Jing has experienced this.

She squinted her eyes and subconsciously reached out her hand. The kitten's head nestled obediently in the palm of her hand. Song Jing did not make any movements with her hands, but the kitten actively rubbed its head against the palm of her hand and could not help making a purring sound.

As the kitten rubbed against her, it walked towards where she was lying, wanting to stick closely to Song Jing.

Song Jing was still a little dazed, and the scene in front of her eyes was not very clear. Maybe it was because she was dreaming, so the scene was not very clear. But she did not refuse the kitten's approach. The kitten's feet were white and furry, and they stepped on the pink quilt, leaving small marks on it.

Soon Song Jing seemed to smell the scent of the cat, but the magical thing was that it was not the kind of smell that all cats have, but a very light fragrance, a bit like the smell of human shower gel.

Of course, it could also be the smell of pet shampoo.

Song Jing touched its head and poked its ears lightly. In fact, this was not a kitten, but a big cat, an adult Maine Coon cat, which was much larger than the stray orange cats she often saw downstairs of the company.

As she was touching the cat, she put her whole arm on the cat. The cat was very well-behaved and obedient. It lay quietly without saying anything and let Song Jing do what she wanted.

Song Jing herself didn't remember when the dream ended or when she fell into a deep sleep again. But after waking up, she still remembered that she had a dream that night. A Maine Coon cat came from nowhere and ran into her room, asking for petting, hugging and kissing.

The annoying alarm clock sounded around her ears. Song Jing pulled her long hair and sat up on the bed without even opening her eyes. She pressed her swollen temples with both hands. She recalled her dream last night. Apart from dreaming of a strange cat playing with her, Song Jing could not remember what else she dreamed of last night.

This wasn't her first dream of a cat, but before, she'd only dreamed of her little rabbit. The image of the young kitten playing with her remained etched in her mind. But the cat in this dream seemed strange, and it seemed much larger than the little rabbit.

Song Jing and her junior sister picked up a little rabbit at the school garbage dump. At that time, it was only a tiny thing, and it seemed that it was not even old enough to be weaned. Its body was covered with wounds, and blood was stuck to its fur in a half-dried state. Even its eyes were stuck with dried blood and could not be opened. It looked a little dirty.

At that time, she had not completed the graduation process but was already working in her current company. She just went back to school to get some things.

She didn't know why the cats in the university were injured like this, and she didn't know why there were stray cats of the Maine Coon breed in the school.

Fortunately, after sending the rabbit to the hospital for examination, other than skin injuries, there were no problems with other organs.

It was not convenient for the junior sister to keep animals in the school dormitory. The kitten with wounds all over its body probably could not survive on its own. Song Jing, who had never kept an animal before, had no choice but to adopt it. Fortunately, the wounds on its body were not fatal, and it got much better after taking care of it for a while.

Cats grow faster than humans. After one or two months, a kitten the size of a palm will grow a lot bigger, but a kitten a few months old has not fully grown yet.

Although they are both Maine Coon cats, the little rabbit is much smaller than the adult cat in the dream.

If it were still alive, it would probably be as big as it is now.

Song Jing sighed somewhat sadly, glanced at the time, hurriedly put on her slippers, started washing up and getting ready to go to work.

Song Jing was not fully awake when she sat down at her seat in the company. She yawned at the lit computer, opened the drawer and ate the last chocolate bar.

The boss's Ragdoll cat has an independent office filled with its toys and cat climbing frame.

The kitten came out with a mouse toy in its mouth, walked to Song Jing's feet and rubbed her ankles.

Song Jing was wearing wide-leg casual jeans today. She realized later that the ragdoll cat was rubbing against her calves. She took the last bite of the chocolate bar, bent down, picked up the little mouse toy and played with it for a while.

"Qianjin, you are so lucky. Your mommy is so rich, you don't have to go to work, and there are so many people in the company to play with you." The ragdoll cat's name is Qianjin, and some colleagues like to call it Miss.

She touched Qianjin's head and said, "I wish I were a cat that eats and sleeps well and then destroys the house." Song Jing said jokingly.

Qianjin meowed a few times, probably saying to Song Jing: "Being a cat is not as happy as you think."

Then, Song Jing patted its head comfortably. However, before it was patted a few times, it suddenly arched its body and meowed a few times in one direction. The meow was different from the usual clip-like sound of a cat, and it sounded a little angry.

Song Jing frowned and looked up in the direction of Qianjin's call.

But she saw He Mian standing not far away, his eyes seemed to be on her.

Song Jing happened to be wearing glasses at the moment and her eyesight was so good that she could catch every expression on his face. For some reason, Song Jing always felt that He Mian looked a little unwell, at least much more fierce than the gentle look when he came to her house to deliver baked egg tarts last night.

She paused touching her daughter's head. She thought, slacking off at work, no, touching a cat shouldn't be illegal, right?