Transmigrated as the Villain’s Cat

Secretary Zhang recently found out that Little Sugar Cake doesn't like him anymore.

In the past, when he went to Mr. Fu's house, the little sugar cake would not come up to rub against Mr. Fu like he did to Mr. Fu, but he would not resist his touch.

And now-

The little sugar cake squatted on the table and ate his cat food, and the fluffy broom-like tail was attached to the table and swept happily.

Every now and then the blue eyes gleamed with joy.

It makes people happy to look at it.

President Fu is in the study.

Secretary Zhang, who was waiting in the living room, pushed on his gold-rimmed glasses with a smile on the corner of his mouth. He casually walked to the table and put his hand on the smooth white back of the small sugar cake.

However, the little sugar cake has a flash of flexibility.

Secretary Zhang's hand fluttered abruptly.

His smile was stiff at the corner of his mouth, he looked down at the small sugar cake, and found that the snow-white cat turned his head to look at him, his sapphire-like eyes looking straight at him.

It was his delusion.

How could he feel that Little Sugar Cake was avoiding him on purpose.

Secretary Zhang did not believe in evil and put his hand up again.

This time he was definitely not delusional.

The white cat nimbly got away from under his hand, turned to look at him, a pair of blue eyes full of don't bother me, a few words.

Then he lowered his head, took his small pink bowl to the other side of the table, and pointed his **** to Secretary Zhang.

Secretary Zhang: …

He frowned slightly, puzzled, he didn't do anything recently, why did Little Sugar Cake's attitude towards him change drastically.

When Fu Xiao went downstairs to see this scene, he couldn't help but chuckle and shook his head.

I don't know what happened to his little ancestor.

He has also been a little cold to him lately.

Secretary Zhang touched his nose awkwardly and said, "Little Candy Cake used to like me quite a bit."

He sneered in his heart while burying his head in eating the small sugar cake of cat rice.

Oh, human beings!

Although it was a weekend, Secretary Zhang handed over the latest letter of intent for cooperation from Lingtong Group to President Fu at the first time. Secretary Zhang frowned and waited for Fu Xiao to read it.

Fu Xiao looked a little playful after reading it, and handed the letter of intent for cooperation to Secretary Zhang.

Secretary Zhang opened it and took a look.

A cat was playing with a blue ball of yarn on the soft carpet under their feet.

The thread of the ball of wool toy has been loosened, and Little Sugar Cake casually patted the ball of wool with a pink pad. In fact, her ears were erect, and she was eavesdropping on the conversation between Fu Xiao and Secretary Zhang.

Playing with a ball of yarn is just his disguise.

He is not interested in this kind of toy.

However, Lingtong Group!

The little sugar cake was biting absentmindedly holding the ball of wool. He always felt that this group was always full of variables.

The furry claws patted at will, and the blue wool ball rolled away.

Huh, why did the ball of wool run far—

Don't go!

Secretary Zhang has finished reading and closed the letter of intent, with a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

Fu Xiao rubbed the knuckles of his thumb and looked at the small candy cakes playing on the carpet. The **** of yarn kept rolling, and the white dumplings ran around the room chasing the **** of yarn, full of energy.

Fu Xiao was in a happy mood and said to Secretary Zhang, "What do you think?"

Secretary Zhang hesitated: "It's too good."

Lingtong's international cooperation this time is very sincere, but Secretary Zhang felt that this kind of sincerity was too much. They just sent a team to tentatively make some requests. In fact, they were ready, the other party refused, and then proceeded After several rounds of negotiations, Lingtong Group agreed to all of them.

It's kind of weird.

Fu Xiao lowered his head and pondered for a moment: "President Kong seems to be a native of his own country?"

Secretary Zhang was stunned. According to the data, Kong always grew up in his own country and then started his own business abroad.

Fu Xiao's eyes were deep and he said, "Check it out." He had contact with Kong Linghe several times, and Kong Linghe seemed to be hiding deeply.

Secretary Zhang nodded, his mouth moved, and he hesitated.

In fact, there was one more thing he wanted to say, and that was Yi Ning.

Because he didn't find the monitoring of Yi Ning entering the elevator.

Fu Xiao is a person who pays great attention to privacy, and there is no camera monitoring in the top-floor office area of ​​Xingchen.

The only one monitoring is at the elevator entrance. Because as long as he wants to enter the top floor of Xingchen, he can only use the elevator, but he has not found anyone to bring Yi Ning up.

He suspects that the monitoring has been tampered with, and that some of the assistants are not clean.

What puzzled him was what the other party wanted to do?

It took so much trouble to send a person up, but nothing was done.

Yes, he was sure the other party did nothing.

He told President Fu, and President Fu asked him to investigate the details of Yi Ning and his assistants.

But Yi Ning has lived abroad since he was a child. Although the Yi family still has Xingchen shares in these years, the entire focus has shifted outwards. It is very difficult to investigate and takes time.

Today, his subordinates told him that there is absolutely no whereabouts of Yi Ning in the country.

Just like Yi Ning has never returned to China, there is no information about Yi Ning's necessities, and even the phone number he left is wrong. They could only passively wait for Yi Ning to appear again.

At this moment, the housekeeper walked in with an ugly look and whispered softly beside Fu Xiao.

The housekeeper knew Fu Xiao's character, and would not come in to disturb Fu Xiao if it wasn't for something very important.

Sure enough, Fu Xiao was silent for a moment and said, "Let her in."

Secretary Zhang winked at Fu Xiao and said, "Mr. Fu, I'll leave if I have nothing to do."

As for Yi Ning's matter, he still waits for more news and reports to President Fu.

After Secretary Zhang left, Fu Xiao sat on the sofa and was lost in rare thought.

His brows twitched, his dark eyes staring out the window a little trance.

The little sugar cake was sweating profusely and rolled the ball of wool back under Fu Xiao's feet. One paw stepped on the ball of wool, and raised his sapphire eyes to look at Fu Xiao. Is it his delusion?

He felt that Fu Xiao now seemed unhappy.

Is it because of the woman the housekeeper calls her?

The white cat walked to Fu Xiao's feet, nimbly climbed up from Fu Xiao's feet, got into Fu Xiao's arms, put its paws on Fu Xiao's shoulders, and leaned its furry head against Fu Xiao's face, meowing non-stop.

Candy cane is no longer a kitten.

But his cry was still a little milky voice like a kitten, sweet and greasy with a bit of a whimper.

Fu Xiao held the small candy cake and rubbed his face on the cat's face.

The man's low voice with a hint of magnetism sounded on the side of the little sugar cake's ear: "Are you worried about me?"

"Meow." Little Sugar Cake replied arrogantly.

Not at all.

"Axiao." An old female voice sounded from behind. The visitor finally arrived.

The little sugar cake looked in the direction of the voice.

A pale-haired woman in her 60s and 70s followed the housekeeper and sat on the other end of the sofa.

The woman was dressed in luxurious clothes, and the jade necklace on the neck of the small sugar cake was worth a lot of money, not to mention other things, but I don't know why the old woman did have a sad face that couldn't be wiped away, and the whole person was very thin, like Only an empty shell remains.

The woman couldn't help coughing a few times while sitting on the sofa, as if she was not well.

Although the butler looked bad, he still politely asked, "Mrs. Song, what would you like to drink?"

The old woman said to the housekeeper, "Black tea is all you need."

She looked at the glass of ice water in front of Fu Xiao, her eyes darkened slightly, and her heart ached when she thought of what happened in the past.

Mrs. Song?

There is only one person who can be called Mrs. Song.

Fu Xiao's grandmother.

The little sugar cake immediately remembered, and the cat's pupils as clear as sea water looked at Fu Xiao worriedly.

Is he okay?

Fu Xiao leaned on the sofa, his dark eyes couldn't show his emotions, and he asked the old woman lightly, "Why did you come out of the sanatorium."

The old woman didn't seem to care about Fu Xiao's impoliteness. She smiled at Fu Xiao and said, "I'm getting old and my body is not good enough. I don't know how many times I can look at you. Come and take a look while you are still awake. you."

She knew that Ah Xiao was reluctant to see her, and she understood the reason.

Although she tried her best to stop all that, but it didn't work. Like her husband, she felt guilty about her cherished daughter since childhood. When things became more and more difficult to control, facing her mad daughter and her mad husband, the only thing she could do was to protect her as much as possible. Xiao.

Later, her husband died.

Grandpa Axiao took Axiao back to Fu's house. She takes care of her daughter at the Song family.

Since then, she has not seen A Xiao for more than ten years.

When I saw Axiao again, Axiao was no longer a child in memory, but an excellent and ambitious adult.

He annexed all the businesses under the Song family, and even bought the Song house.

More than ten years later, the fragile child returned to the Song House as a master.

Although she has lived in a nursing home over the years, Fu Xiao rarely sees her, but as long as she wants something in the nursing home, she will appear in front of her in a few days if there is no accident.

These are all done by Axiao.

She knew that she would not live long, but she still had one thing on her mind.

Mrs. Song tremblingly pulled out a yellowed case from her carry-on bag and handed it to Fu Xiao: "I know you hate her, but I hope you will see. Soon after her divorce from Fu Yunxi, Song Qin has fallen ill."

The little sugar cake crawled over Fu Xiao's knee and looked at the case with curiosity. The case was old, but the handwriting was clear for a long time. It said that the patient Song Qin was diagnosed with schizophrenia.

Little Sugar Cake looked at Fu Xiao hesitantly.

Is Fu Xiao's mother doing this because she suffers from schizophrenia?

Fu Xiao didn't even raise his head, and said indifferently, "That's it?"

Mrs. Song was taken aback, she did not expect Fu Xiao's reaction at all.

As if not caring at all.

Fu Xiao took back the small candy cake on his knees and said indifferently, "These have nothing to do with me."

Mrs. Song's weak face couldn't help but bring excitement: "Aqin is your mother. She only treats you like that when she's sick. She can't control herself, she's just sick."

Fu Xiao seemed to have lost patience. He picked up the small sugar cake and said to the housekeeper, "Mrs. Song is not well, so I will send her back to the sanatorium."

The housekeeper nodded and walked to Mrs. Song's side in a gentle voice but with a hint of refusal: "Mrs. Song, come with me."

Mrs. Song stood up tremblingly, sighed helplessly and left, leaving only one sentence: "Go and see her. She has been in a mental hospital for many years, and her condition has improved a lot."

"Didn't you ask me when you were a child why she didn't like you?"

"You can ask her yourself now."

"Axiao, don't make yourself regret it."

in the study.

The small sugar cake got in through the small door below, shook his head, and the heavy curtains in the study were drawn, but the lights were not turned on.

In the dark, smoke filled, Fu Xiao sat in front of the desk, holding a cigarette in his hand, lit half of his face with a red fire. His handsome profile face could not be seen clearly, and Little Sugar Cake sneezed sensitively.

Zhan blue eyes looked at Fu Xiao, raised his head to look at Fu Xiao, and there was a delicate and tender cat meow in his mouth.

Fu Xiao stood up and put out the cigarette in the ashtray. The crystal ashtray was full of cigarette butts. He opened the curtains and opened the windows for ventilation.

At the foot of Fu Xiao, the small sugar cake runway, nimble and skilled, climbed up along Fu Xiao's long thighs.

Fu Xiao was a little lazy. In the past, he would hold the sugar cake, but today, for some reason, he wanted to see how the sugar cake would be if he didn't do that.

It was as if he knew that Fu Xiao was in a bad mood.

The little sugar cake that climbed down from Fu Xiao changed its route again, climbed up the windowsill, stuck out his head, and stared at him with his big blue almond cat pupils motionless.

One man and one cat stared at each other.

Fu Xiao felt that he saw concern and worry in a cat's eyes.

Then, Sugar Cake jumped on him. The white cat hooked his clothes with its claws, lay on his shoulders, and kept pawing and rubbing against Fu Xiao with its claws.

Anyway, like a large glutinous rice dumpling, it stuck to Fu Xiao and couldn't get off.

Somewhat conscientious.

In the dark, Fu Xiao, who was rubbed and patted again and again, couldn't help but snorted with a smile.

Immediately, Fu Xiao himself was a little stunned.

He could also feel the joy in that soft hum, as if the empty corner of his heart had been filled.

He held the small sugar cake that kept rubbing against him in his arms.

Fu Xiao stroked the hair of the little candy cake and hugged him a little bit, the hot warmth came from his arms, and the little candy cake in his arms meowed in dissatisfaction.

Such warmth belongs to him.

In the evening, Mr. Fu sent another communication.

In Fu Xiao's arms, the small candy cake was brought in front of the camera. On the screen, only his big cat face could be seen.

Mr. Fu said with a smile: "Lingtong's cooperation has been negotiated?"

Fu Xiao took the small sugar cake back for a while, and then said, "We're still talking."

Mr. Fu was wearing a hospital gown, but he said with a lot of energy: "Fu Wei also participated in this cooperation, and I heard that he performed well."

Fu Xiao hummed lazily, the little sugar cake in his arms kept making a fuss, and kept trying to climb to the table.

Grandpa Fu, who spanned more than half of the Pacific Ocean, looked at the lively little candy cake with love in his eyes. Seeing that the little candy cake had grown into a smooth body, he moved in his heart: "Little candy cake, do you miss grandpa? Grandpa also Miss you. How about grandpa picking you up?"

Immediately, his eyes lit up and he said to Fu Xiao: "Xiao, you can arrange to see if you can take over the small sugar cake?"

On the other end of the communication, his handsome, handsome and steady eldest grandson's deep voice came: "Ah, the signal is a little bad."

"I didn't hear what you said."

"Okay, I have something to do here, let's talk next time."

Then the communication hangs up.

Mr. Fu looked at the tablet suspiciously. Is the signal bad?

He is fine here.

However, he saw that Ah Xiao and Xiao Tang Kuo got along very well.

When he returns, Ah Xiao will not fail to return the sugar cake to him.

Um.

probably not.

Ah Xiao is not that kind of person.

Mr. Fu smiled confidently, feeling that he was really old, how could he think about these impossible things all day long.