Song Yiyi nodded, "Originally...my cat was also called Dazhuang."

This name was given by the original owner.

When the kitten first came to their house, it was very skinny and small, and it seemed like it would never grow up.

The original owner hoped it would grow strong, so he named it Da Zhuang.

It's also a bit too concise.

Look carefully, this cat looks very similar to that one.

Dazhuang strolled around the house and didn't seem to be shy.

Song Yiyi bent down and chased after him.

She sang happily with Dazhuang.

Cen Yue watched silently for a while, then lay back on the rattan chair.

Song Yiyi finally discovered that Dazhuang only recognized Cen Yue and treated her very coldly.

She even felt that Dazhuang might be a cat raised by Cen Yue, because the way he looked at her was the same as when he first met Cen Yue.

That kind of condescending and arrogant attitude is exactly the same as his master.

After inspecting the house, Da Zhuang lay down on the cement floor next to Cen Yue's rattan chair with satisfaction.

After a while, he lay down on his back with his legs up in the air.

Seeing that Cen Yue ignored it, it shook its tail and flipped left and right twice with difficulty.

His face was full of the eagerness of "Come and touch me".

Song Yiyi was ashamed, "You lackey!"

Who says males don't have so many twists and turns?

His mind must be as sieved as a sieve, otherwise how could there be nine princes competing for the throne in history?

After she finished cursing, she suddenly remembered the notebook she had brought back.

I went back to the room and took a closer look.

Song Yiyi was shocked instantly.

This...is not the original owner's handwriting!

In her memory, the original owner's handwriting was very similar to hers, and it was more delicate.

Although the one on this notebook could be considered that type, it is obviously not.

䀴And the content above...is actually a novel!

It was the novel with Kang Ying as the heroine that she read before she traveled through time!

Song Yiyi flipped the page hard and saw the page where the original owner had just died.

It's a bit weird.

Song Yiyi felt a chill down her spine, and cold sweat instantly soaked her back.

She forced herself to calm down, her mind racing, but she couldn't figure out what was going on.

Song Minghui must have seen her name and mistakenly thought that it was hers.

The only people who had lived in that courtyard were Song Minghui, Cai Mengjun, and her and Gu Chengze.

Not from the three of them.

Song Yiyi recognized their handwriting.

She really couldn't figure it out, so she could only put the notebook into the camphorwood box and put it at the bottom.

With a flip of his hand, the red envelope that Cen Bo had given him earlier flew out.

She thought about it, took out the money inside, and planned to throw away the red paper outside.

Tear it open and glance at it casually.

Song Yiyi was shocked again!

There were words on the red envelope given by Cen Bo, and the handwriting was very similar to that on the notebook.

I quickly took out my notebook and compared it.

There were only three small words on the red paper, which were Cen Bo's name.

But the handwriting habits, stroke by stroke, are exactly the same as in the notebook!

Song Yiyi cast a suspicious look at Cen Bo.

It was impossible for her to rush to the Cen family with the red paper to question Cen Bo in the short term. She could only calm herself down and suppress the matter temporarily.

She took out her notebook again and looked through it carefully.

When I saw the words "Kang Ying and Cen Bo gave birth to four babies after their marriage", the corners of my mouth twitched.

Anyway, it’s hard to describe the author of this novel.

In this era, without the golden finger, it is still possible for the heroine to give birth to so many children in one pregnancy.

Even though he has the halo of the protagonist, he doesn't treat people as human beings.

Song Yiyi was so engrossed in studying the novel that she didn't notice that it was getting dark outside.

Something furry brushed against my leg.

I looked down and saw it was Da Zhuang.

It didn't even look at Song Yiyi. It stepped on Song Yiyi's shoes with its chubby paws and walked over gracefully.