President, Don't Come Here

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appearance.

Seeing the man's tall and straight figure disappear behind the door, Tang Manman slumped in the chair—what's going on, what's going on? !

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Tang Manman had to admit that she actually had some kind of interest in Xia Zheng.

In fact, there are very few women who are not interested in Xia Zheng, especially in Hongrui. The closer you are to him, the more you will know how good this man is.

But Tang Manman's affection for him has nothing to do with how good-looking he is or how rich his net worth is.

The first time she met Xia Zheng was a rainy and snowy day.

Pedestrians on the street all looked in a hurry, Tang Manman hurried home after class. Just as she passed a low wall, her gaze paused.

It was a dilapidated building that was about to be demolished, and the owner had already moved out. Weeds grew all around the wall, and it was muddy because of the rain. From the gap created by the broken bricks, a small furry head popped out.

Pointy ears, yellow eyes, hunger made it skinny, and the original orange fur was dirty, like a worn-out rag.

This is a stray cat, the most common and easily overlooked existence in this city.

Tang Manman stopped involuntarily. She saw a man in a black coat standing next to the cat.

The man's face is stern, and just a profile of his face can make people feel the coldness emanating from him. Tang Manman's heart tightened. A few days ago, the TV station reported a cat abuse news. Could it be...

Before she came forward, the man stretched out his hand towards the stray cat, with a handful of cat food in his open palm.

He stretched his hand forward, wanting the kitten to eat it, but the cat was very wary of people, bared its teeth at him, and jumped forward with a meow, as if it was about to give him a paw.

The man didn't back away, but took another step forward.

In the constant sawing, his wrist and the back of his hand received several paws. In the end, the cat still refused to accept his kindness. He frowned, packed cat food and water in a small box and put it at the base of the wall Next, just left.

I thought it was just a chance encounter, but a few days later, Tang Manman ran into him again.

Still at the base of the wall, the same cat, the man's black overcoat was replaced by gray, and the weather was getting colder. He was wearing a woolen scarf of the same color around his neck, and his white shirt collar was exposed under the placket.

When Tang Manman passed by there, he already had a few bloody claw marks on the back of his hand. But he wasn't angry, he just frowned, put down the food and water, thought about it, took off the scarf, folded it and placed it next to the stray cat.

At that time, Tang Manman didn't know that this scarf would cost tens of thousands of dollars in the market, and not just anyone could buy it. She walked over and meowed at the kitten a few times: "Little cat, kitten, just accept him, he is a good man."