Meow Ba

Chapter 292 Contact Robert

Crazier alcoholism than last night, but this time, the more she drank, the more she became sober--when the sky was light, she finally let Ron, who was almost unconscious, put on unruly jeans, cut off her long blond hair, and put on The last sip of spirits poured into his mouth.

"Thank you~, Fat Cat."

"If you're hungry in the future, you're always welcome here~"

"Meow~"

ok~
Normal cats need sixteen hours of sleep a day. Even though Ron, like humans, only needs eight hours to be full of energy, but being held in his arms for most of the night still makes him fall asleep—he seems to be sleeping but not sleeping. In the middle, someone whispered in the ear, and Ron meowed in a daze, which was regarded as an answer.

Until now, neither the blonde girl Ron rescued nor Ron knew each other's name.

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A good night's sleep.

When the rumbling of his stomach woke Ron from his sleep, he opened his eyes and stretched out his balled body.

"Meow~"

I'm so hungry, where's my sandwich?

Shaking his head, the blurred vision gradually converged, and finally everything in front of him was included in the pupils - the soft sofa, the bright floor-to-ceiling windows, and the curtains fluttering in the wind, all of which were not available in the Lorraine dormitory. Only then did Ron realize that , I seem to have slept in a strange woman's house overnight?
"Meow?"

Is this an affair?
Laughing at himself, Ron climbed off the sofa and ran towards the balcony of the house - on the coffee table next to the sofa, there was a pot of cat food, which was obviously prepared by the girl for Ron, but Ron didn't eat cat food.

And Ron has more important things to do, compared to which, it is not unacceptable to go hungry.

"dududu~"

"Hi, hello~, who are you looking for?"

Leaping over the balcony, Ron pushed open the floor-to-ceiling windows, quickly ran under the bed in the bedroom, and skillfully pressed the power button.

When the mobile phone was officially running, Ron thought for a moment, pressed a series of numbers, and then a familiar voice came out, making Ron confirm that the number he remembered was correct.

"Meow~"

It's Robert's number!
After pressing the phone, Ron squatted up, leaned the phone against the notebook, and his fur claws began to fly.

He is texting.

As for why texting?

Is it possible to let a cat communicate with humans in human language?Or can humans finally understand meow?
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"Robert, who is it?"

A lazy nasal voice came out from under the blanket, and a white arm stretched out, touching Robert's bare chest—it was high in the sun, but Robert and Nina were still on the bed.

"It's nothing, I guess I made a wrong call."

"Are you hungry, I'll make you breakfast."

He hung up the phone just after he said it, and Robert naturally thought that the other party had made a wrong call.

Putting down the phone, Robert pampered Nina's upturned nose with his index finger, couldn't help but kissed him good morning, then lifted the quilt and prepared to get up.

"What do you want for breakfast~"

"I... just breakfast..."

Withdrawing his head under the quilt, some coquettishness came out from under the quilt, causing the corners of Robert's mouth to turn up suddenly, revealing an evil smile.

After chasing after Nina, Robert realized that he had met a baby. Nina is just the kind of girl who can go to the hall and enter the kitchen. She has a variety of postures and can switch at will as the scene changes.

"That's right, then please wait~"

Getting into bed again, Robert's palms became disheveled, but just as he breathed thinly, a crisp text message suddenly sounded.

"F**k!"

It was a critical moment, and the sudden interrupted desire made Robert swear. He stretched out his arm from under the quilt, and Robert pointed the phone screen in front of him.

"Hello, Mr. Robert, I'm Li's friend Ron. According to his last wish, I hope to have a good chat with you."

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"Li values ​​you very much. Even when he left, he didn't forget you."

"You are very talented, but this kind of talent is not suitable for Bernardine Restaurant, so Li asked me to sponsor you if possible."

"If you want, I will sponsor you 20 US dollars as the cost of opening the restaurant. I only hold [-]% of the shares and do not participate in the decision-making of the restaurant."

The mobile phone screen is still too small for Ron, a round orange cat, and the meat balls on the paws must be careful not to touch other character keys. It took Ron a long time to type so many words.

It's just that there was no reply from the phone on the other side. Obviously Robert is still thinking about it - after all, as long as people with normal thinking will treat such a good thing like a pie in the sky, they will treat it cautiously.

In order to increase the success rate, in fact, Ron also used some small means, such as using Gilbert, the head chef of the Bernardine restaurant that has passed away, and calling Gilbert Lee—Gilbert's full name Gilbert Lee Coates, only those close to him would call him by the middle name.

Robert's residence.

Leaning on the back of the bed, Robert and Nina hugged each other and looked at the screen of the mobile phone. The lines of text on it made Robert flip up and down over and over again.

It took a long time for Robert to start typing on the phone screen - typing and deleting, deleting and typing, several times in succession, before Robert typed the first sentence.

"The following is my account..."

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"..."

Direct enough!
Looking at the account uploaded on the phone screen, Ron slapped his paw on the forehead speechlessly, obviously Robert still didn't believe it.

But it doesn't matter, after depositing 20 US dollars in this account, you should believe it, right?

"I have received your account information, can I assume that you are willing to accept my sponsorship to open a restaurant?"

"Please wait a moment, I will transfer the money right away."

"Ding dong!"

"Your account has received 20 U.S. dollars, and the account balance is 22 two U.S. dollars."

"..."

This time it was Robert's turn to be speechless. He stared at the phone screen for a long time - at first he believed the other party, after all, the other party knew the name that Mr. Gilbert's friends could only call, but when it came to 20 US dollars, Robert changed again. I can't believe it.

20 US dollars, in the United States, is a huge sum of money, enough for ordinary middle-class Americans to struggle for several years.

Jokingly, Robert sent his account - as long as the password is not leaked, there will be no problem with the funds in the account.

But he didn't expect that the other party would directly deposit 20 US dollars into the account.

This is not two hundred dollars, nor two thousand dollars, but 20 dollars - such a huge amount, even if you want to transfer money, the bank will send a special text message to prevent the transfer to the wrong account.

But Robert received it just like that.

"Mr. Ron, hello, now I believe you are a good friend of Mr. Gilbert."

"I do have plans to open a restaurant, but because I don't have the start-up capital, I originally wanted to run a food truck for a while..."

(End of this chapter)