Transmigrated as the Villain’s Cat

The morning sun poured down from the window.

The handsome black-haired man on the soft bed closed his eyes tightly, the sun shone on his face, his curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and habitually touched the pillow beside him.

But it doesn't have the familiar hot and soft feel of the past.

Fu Xiao woke up suddenly and opened his eyes.

What about candy canes?

Fu Xiao got up and looked around immediately. There were two rows of black cat paw prints in the shape of plum blossoms on the originally white bed sheet, starting from his pillow and continuing to the window sill. Fu Xiao could almost imagine that his little white cat was covered in mud. The window sill ran to his bed, and then ran back to the scene on the window sill.

His heart suddenly cooled down.

There was no sign of the candy cane on the windowsill.

He lives on the second floor.

He wasn't sure whether the height of the second floor was dangerous for Little Sugar Cake.

If—in case, the cookie naughty falls off the windowsill—

Fu Xiao's heart twitched, and he ran to the window with a blank mind, turning his head to look around.

He had never been so panicked.

Until the corner, I heard a familiar meow.

He only let go of his heart.

On the corner of the pure white curtain on the window sill, the white cat was almost integrated with the curtain. Little Sugar Cake honestly hid most of his body behind the curtain, revealing only a furry head.

Little Candy Cake's blue eyes were full of pride, Little Candy Cake stretched out half of its paws, and a yellow hamster shivered and crawled out under its paws, hiding its head under its body, and forming a ball with its whole body.

And his little sugar cake meowed impatiently and patted the little hamster threateningly, and the yellow hamster trembled involuntarily, sticking its head out of its body tremblingly, looking at it with bean-like eyes With Fu Xiao full of pleasing prayers.

It's okay.

Fu Xiao hid the emotions in his eyes and looked at his own white kitten.

Little Candy Cake's eyes are as bright as gems, looking at his own eyes with dazzling brilliance, he raised his head and meowed proudly—

He looked at the hamster. He had heard that some cats would give gifts to their owners.

Is this a candy cake gift?

The little sugar cake was actually a little nervous in her heart.

In the previous life, he also lacked the necessary social interaction, and he had no chance to give gifts to others. Now, as a cat, it would be too strange if he gave gifts that can only be given by humans.

He inquired with silly Baitian, and for cats, mice are the most precious gift.

And he wants Fu Xiao to know that even if he is a cat now, he really likes Fu Xiao and he deserves to be liked.

He likes Fu Xiao as much as he likes his brother.

If he had an older brother, he would probably look like Fu Xiao.

Little Sugar Cake raised his head nervously, looking at the handsome black-haired man in front of him, trying to capture every expression on his face.

Can Fu Xiao understand this?

Fu Xiao's eyes were as deep as the sea, he leaned over and looked at Sigh, then smiled softly, pinched the hamster's back with **** and said softly, "Is this for me?"

The little sugar cake raised his head and meowed.

Yes!

"I like it very much." Fu Xiao's eyes softened a little, and the frost around him seemed to melt a little.

Sugar Cake sighed in relief.

However, in the next second, he was mentioned by Fu Xiao, and the feeling of being in the air made Little Sugar Cake feel bad. Thinking of her current situation, Little Sugar Cake was struggling to hook the curtain with her claws, but it was too late.

The snow-white kitten's hair seemed to have rolled from the quagmire. It was dark, and the long hair was tangled with the mud. There was even a pool of sewage under the curtain where it was squatting.

The little sugar cake lowered his head in a guilty conscience.

He was just a little faster when catching a mouse, and a little slower on the brakes.

He swore that it was just that. After all, it was so dark, how could he see the surrounding environment clearly.

He wouldn't tell anyone that he was so happy to catch a mouse that he tripped over his front paws and threw a dog to eat **** together.

The little sugar cake stretched out its muddy front paws, trying to grab Fu Xiao's hand and rub it, selling a cute—

Humans are always easy to deal with.

However, Fu Xiao quickly retracted his hand.

The little sugar cake fluttered in the air, looking at his paws in disbelief, and then at Fu Xiao—

Is he despised?

Is he no longer Fu Xiao's little cutie?

Big smelly socks! If it wasn't for a gift, would he be so dirty?

After Fu Xiao subconsciously avoided his hand, he looked at Xiao Tangcake's accusing eyes, and his dark eyes couldn't help but flash a hint of embarrassment.

Aware that something was wrong, Fu Xiao usually wanted to touch the small sugar cake, saying that he didn't dislike it at all.

The little sugar cake raised his head proudly, his muddy tail was raised, and there were mud spots around him. He arrogantly avoided Fu Xiao's hand and jumped to the top of the cabinet, his azure blue almond eyes looking down from high up. With Fu Xiao.

Huh, it's late!

in the bathroom.

With bare feet, the black-haired man tested the temperature of the water coming out of the shower, and then waved to the dirty white cat in the corner.

The white cat meowed pitifully.

Fu Xiao raised his eyebrows: "Good, come here."

The white cat reluctantly passed.

The warm water flows down the white cat's body, and it doesn't feel bad. Fu Xiao's slender fingers follow the hair of the small sugar cake to clean the lumps of mud on it, and strands of black water flow down the white cat's body. .

The strange little sugar cake couldn't help shaking the wet hair.

A large flick of water droplets instantly appeared on Fu Xiao's pajamas.

The little sugar cake squatted on the ground and let out an innocent meow.

It's not intentional!

The long hair on the small sugar cake is very thick and heavy. After being wet with water, the fluffy hair sticks to the skin pitifully, and it looks very pitiful.

Fu Xiao frowned and looked at the wet shirt, but fortunately stood up, unbuttoned the buttons one by one, and took off the shirt.

Little Sugar Cake's blue eyes quickly turned away.

What is Fu Xiao doing?

Are you going to be a hooligan?

Su Zening's heartbeat suddenly became a little faster, and then he thought that they were all men, and Fu Xiao was exactly the same as him, so there was nothing to watch.

After giving himself a breath, Little Sugar Cake raised his eyes sanely and slowly.

Eye-catching black pajama pants—

Su Zening breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Fu Xiao was still wearing pants.

He raised his eyes reassuringly, then froze—

Fu Xiao's strong waist is wrapped with tight muscles, but the muscles are covered with all kinds of scars, long, round, and all kinds of strange shapes, which are distributed in every corner of the skin. .

There is hardly any intact place on the entire upper body except for the small piece outside the clothes.

Su Zening thought of a sentence in the book—

No matter how hot it is in summer, Fu Xiao wears a neat suit, and the button of his shirt is always buttoned to the top button.

Is this the reason?

So many years have passed, and there are still so many scars left, then Fu Xiao must have been in pain.

Su Zening couldn't help thinking.

From a lonely child to the owner of today's Fu family, how many years did Fu Xiao take this thorny road?

And how much suffering has he endured over the years?

Fu Xiao squeezed the fragrant pet shampoo with both hands, and rubbed a rich foam on the hair of the small sugar cake. The kitten in his hand suddenly became quiet, and Fu Xiao, who was concentrating on bathing the kitten, did not pay attention until the cat in his hand ignored it. The foam all over his body lay on his legs.

Fu Xiao looked helplessly at the foamy pajama pants.

Now I have to change my pants.

The next second, his little sugar cake raised his head. Although the white kitten was just the most common lion cat, it was really good looking, with a little pink nose, pointed ears, and two big almonds. The cat's eye occupies almost half of the small head, especially the color of the eyes. The middle of the cat's pupil is pure blue like the ocean, while the edge has a trivial golden color, just like the ocean flowing under the sun, very beautiful, like an angel. .

But now his little angel carefully pressed the pink pad on the largest scar on his chest, and gently kissed the wound like a butterfly.

It let out a soft, delicate voice, as if it was afraid that a little louder would make his wound hurt again.

"It's gone for a long time." His dark eyes looked far away, as if remembering those events many years ago, his hand unconsciously stroking the kitten, and he murmured in a low voice: "Besides, it is now It's different."

It's ridiculous, after so many years, the little sugar cake was the only one who touched his wound—

At that moment, he even had an illusion that the little sugar cake cared about him, and that false illusion even made him feel for a moment that his dark and cramped heart shone into a ray of sunshine.

Even if the small sugar cake is just a cat.

However, the little sugar cake is just a cat.

Fu Xiao's eyes darkened, his slender fingers clenched slightly.

After taking a bath, the little sugar cake is a fragrant and beautiful little white cat again.

The rare revelation of Fu Xiao in the bathroom was only for a moment, and after a while, Fu Xiao was the one who was high above, holding the power of the Fu family and running the family.

Outside the door, the wild cats came to find their owners for dinner.

Under Fu Xiao's instruction, the highly efficient butler has put several automatic feeding machines in the yard to feed the cat food accumulated in the small sugar cake warehouse. As for the dried small fish, the next time the cats meet Small sugar cakes will be brought over.

The little sugar cake squatted on the window sill and figured it out to himself. The last time Fu Mingming sent some cat food, plus what he had before, if it was just cat food, his inventory could last for a long time.

The little sugar cake looked at the group of cats foraging with satisfaction—

Wait, why aren't there fat oranges?

The little sugar cake jumped from the window sill, and asked silly Baitian next to the runway: "Where's the fat orange? It won't happen to it?" Won't you get caught by the bad guys?

Silly Baitian stopped eating and said, "The fat orange is alright, you see it's there."

The little sugar cake looked in the direction that silly white sweet was pointing—

I can't wait to laugh at the sky right now-

Fat orange also has today.

Outside the yard, the originally wide iron railings were replaced with thinner ones than before, and the orange cat as fat as a ball was trying to squeeze in in various ways, all of which ended in failure.

He is now collapsed to the ground, exhausted and helpless.

The orderly housekeeper next to him instructed the workers: "There are several other places. Mr. Fu said that today he will replace all the railings with thin ones, and then seal all the windows."

The worker asked strangely, "Why does President Fu suddenly want to change the railing?"

The housekeeper was also a little confused: "President Fu said that he wants to help people lose weight."

But what does weight loss have to do with railings?