MTL - Wilderness Livestream: Other People Struggle to Survive While I Became Famous by Looking After a Cat-Chapter 438 is equivalent exchange

  Chapter 438 is equivalent exchange

  Song Qingyou eagerly wants to know how Jiang Zhihan changed from a human to a cat in this world that is said to have no 'fantasy' energy.

  Of course, she will never admit that she wants to watch the fun.

  As for Jiang Zhihan, facing those sly obsidian eyes, he really couldn't bear to refuse.

  So, after a burst of golden light, the tall man who was originally sitting in the driver's seat disappeared instantly.

   Only one suit jacket was left, like a deflated balloon, falling from midair to the seat.

   After a while, a silver-and-white tiger-striped cat came out of it, shaking its head and shaking its ears.

  The serious expression of the little cat is exactly the same as that of Jiang Zhihan.

  Song Qingyou's brain was instantly filled with the words 'so cute'.

  Jiang Zhihan helplessly raised his paw, and meowed as a reminder.

   "Cough."

  Song Qingyou regained consciousness, covered up her gaffe with a soft cough, and habitually reached out to pet the cat.

  Jiang Zhihan tilted his head, trying to avoid it, but then he remembered what he had promised Song Qingyou, so he sat obediently in the end.

   "I saw it." Song Qingyou said, "You are covered with a layer of golden light, and the source of the golden light is me."

   "But I can't see the light in myself."

  The cat nodded: "Meow—"

  Looking at the appearance, it seems to be saying: Look, the matter is the same as what I said.

  Song Qingyou hooked her lips, withdrew her hand from touching the cat's ears, and turned to open the car door.

  Jiang Zhihan thought she was going to switch places with him, so he jumped from the driver's seat to the passenger seat in a good manner.

  Unexpectedly, after Song Qingyou got out of the car, she went straight to the trunk.

  When she sat in the driver's seat, she had a tablet in her hand.

  Jiang Zhihan's head was full of question marks, and he tilted his head involuntarily.

  The cute appearance made the corners of Song Qingyou's mouth rise unstoppably.

  However, who made such a cute little kitten actually have Jiang Zhihan inside!

  So, without hesitation, she stuffed the tablet under the opponent's paw.

  Jiang Zhihan: "Meow?"

  Song Qingyou: "I don't understand your meowing, how about you type to communicate with me?"

  Jiang Zhihan raised Mao Mao's head to look over, and saw someone with an expectant look on his face.

   No need to think about it, Song Qingyou did it on purpose.

  However, he is proficient at typing with cat's claws now, so it's not impossible to satisfy someone's curiosity.

  So, the little cat raised its paw and patted the tablet twice, slid open the screen skillfully, and clicked on the 'sticky note' inside.

  He was about to type to ask Song Qingyou if there was anything else he wanted to know, when he caught a glimpse of Song Qingyou taking out his phone.

  Jiang Zhihan:?

  Song Qingyou who was about to take pictures and videotape: "Hey, I'm just curious about how a cat can type, and I'll record it by the way."

  Hearing this, Jiang Zhihan immediately withdrew his claws, his attitude was very firm.

  Song Qingyou had no choice but to put down her phone.

  But she was still very curious about how Jiang Zhihan typed with cat's claws.

  As the cat's paws are pressing back and forth on the screen, she observes it from all angles.

  When Jiang Zhihan made a typo for the Nth time and pressed the delete button, Song Qingyou sighed: "It's really not easy for you."

  I think she also transformed into an animal when she completed the task, but she has never typed in animal form.

   "But are all cats color blind? When you look at the screen, it's not all black and white, right?"

  The little cat who was typing hard shook his head.

   Then when Song Qingyou looked over, she typed a response.

   "Only, see, not, to, red, color?"

  Song Qingyou read it word by word, then nodded, "I see."

  Seeing the little cat trying to slam into the super-large keyboard that took up half of the screen, Song Qingyou couldn't stand it.

   "You'd better stop typing, I guess, it might be faster."

   After speaking, he took the tablet back.

   Just then, there was a vibrating sound from the suit pocket on the back of the seat.

  Song Qingyou paused just as she gripped the steering wheel, then she tilted her head and asked:

"your phone?"

   "Shall I take it out for you?"

  Jiang Zhihan nodded.

  Song Qingyou glanced at the caller ID: "Assistant Fang's call, can I answer it?"

  The little cat nodded again.

  As soon as the phone was connected, Fang Yan took the initiative to say:

   "Things have been arranged, but the housekeeper next to the old man came to me. The old man seemed to want to know what plans you have for the future. I said you want to go out and relax."

   "In addition, will you drive directly to West Market, or will I arrange a car or helicopter to pick you up and Miss Song?"

  Song Qingyou coughed lightly: "Assistant Fang, it's me."

   "Miss Song?" Fang Yan was surprised, "Mr. Jiang...is he driving?"

   "No, we are still in front of the restaurant."

  Song Qingyou glanced at Jiang Zhihan: "I'll go to Mr. Jiang's place later. There is no need to arrange a helicopter. The West Market is not far from the Beijing City. Let's go by car."

  Fang Yan had no objection to this arrangement, and thoughtfully sent Jiang Zhihan's address to Song Qingyou's phone.

  Hung up the phone, Song Qingyou was a little curious: "Does Assistant Fang know about you?"

  Maomao nodded.

   "So Assistant Fang knows." Song Qingyou started the car, "It seems that you trust him very much."

"Meow-"

   "Then Mr. Jiang, do they know?"

  Maomao shook his head.

  Song Qingyou raised her eyebrows knowingly.

  The black Maybach started the ignition, drove away from the parking lot, and stopped at the gate of Jiangwan villa area half an hour later.

  The security guard only glanced at the license plate number, and immediately let it go.

  Bypassing the magnificently decorated service center, Song Qingyou quickly stopped in front of a villa according to the guidance of the kitten next to her.

  It is said to be a villa, but it is actually a large flat.

  The houses in the Jiangwan villa area are far apart, and each building is different. They should all be designed and built by the owner himself.

  Jiang Zhihan lives here alone, there is no need to be separated from anyone, and the Daping floor does not need to climb stairs, which is more "efficient".

  Song Qingyou got out of the car and was about to ask Jiang Zhihan where the key was, but when she turned around, she realized that the man had changed back at some point.

   Before she could ask why, she saw Jiang Zhihan's actions at the door, including but not limited to: entering password, pressing fingerprint, scanning iris...

  In general, no key is needed at all.

  Song Qingyou waited for more than ten seconds. After hearing her name, she thought she could finally get in. Who knew that Jiang Zhihan asked her to enter her fingerprints and irises.

   "I don't need it? I won't come and go to your place often, and—"

  The two of them are at most friends and partners, and it is not appropriate to stuff the house keys into each other's hands.

  Jiang Zhihan interrupted what she was going to say: "We live together now."

  Song Qingyou choked, and then heard the other party take it for granted:

   "This is an equivalent exchange."

   What kind of equivalent exchange is this? Song Qingyou recalled the small apartment she lived in.

  I'm afraid the combined value of everything including the house itself is not as expensive as a bathroom here.

  As if seeing her thoughts, Jiang Zhihan gave another reason:

   "If I can't change back one day, and there are important things coming in and out of here, I have to ask you for help."

   Reasons are legitimate and sufficient.

   Regardless of whether it is true or not, Song Qingyou agreed after thinking about it.

   After all, they are now grasshoppers on a rope.

  (end of this chapter)