Transmigrated as the Villain’s Cat

Early morning.

In Fu Xiao's bedroom.

The snow-white ball of hair was squeezed out of Fu Xiao's arms, shaking the flattened hair.

After confirming that the handsome man on the bed closed his eyes, he only frowned, and did not wake up, Little Sugar Cake heaved a sigh of relief, quickly jumped off Fu Xiao, and slipped into the living room with familiarity. The pair was said to be an antique. in front of a large blue and white vase.

The white cat proudly raised its fluffy tail.

How could he put all his eggs in one basket?

A few months ago, he hid some small dried fish in a vase.

He swallowed.

Some sad thoughts-

Those little dried fish were only enough for his meal.

Still, it's better than nothing.

It was just right to comfort his now hurt soul.

I made up my mind, and the small sugar cake was ready to go back to the room as before, while everyone was asleep, stealing the small dried fish, destroying the corpse after eating, and pretending that nothing happened.

He sighed, his two fluffy front claws hooked the edge of the vase, turned over deftly, and prepared to slip into the vase.

what-

The little sugar cake's face was a little stiff.

Why is the originally wide bottle mouth a little narrow this time?

impossible.

He went in a few weeks ago.

The little sugar cake had a ferocious face, he took a breath, tried his best to hold his small waist, pulled himself into a long strip, and stuffed it inside.

He just said-

How could he not get down.

Lie down in the wide belly of the vase.

The small sugar cake leisurely pulled with his paws, took out the small dried fish, and licked it off a little bit.

After eating, the little sugar cake stretched contentedly, ready to climb out, and was lucky to have another vase.

However, the front paws clawed at the edge of the vase, and the prepared little sugar cake jumped up-

Hey, it didn't come out.

It's okay, try again.

Take a deep breath and mention-

Still not working, do it again.

…

After trying more than ten times, the exhausted Little Candy Cake desperately leaned against the vase, looked at his chubby belly, and let out a desperate wailing.

The stomach that was barely able to pass through could not be squeezed out!

Who will save him.

In the middle of the night, Fu Xiao habitually took the dumplings in his arms into his arms.

The little guy is not honest when sleeping. If he is not careful, he will roll under his feet.

If he didn't pay attention and stepped on it while sleeping, he would hold grudges for a long time, so Fu Xiao was used to sleeping for a while, and hugged the little guy who got out back into his arms.

However, Fu Xiao fluttered to nothing.

The handsome man who had always slept lightly frowned and immediately woke up.

Turn on the table lamp by the bedside, and the geometric table lamp with simple design emits a warm glow.

Fu Xiao looked around, the soft cup was empty.

Candy cake isn't there?

Frowning, Fu Xiao looked around with bare feet, ignoring the rest.

The window was closed, and the little sugar cake did not run out.

Did the door open a crack?

Did he run away?

Fu Xiao pushed open the door, and there seemed to be a faint cat's meow in the living room.

He followed the voice to find it.

Seeing the scene in front of you, you can't quite figure out what happened?

How is his cat in the vase?

Little Sugar Cake also noticed that Dao Fu Xiao was coming.

He pretended awkwardly as if he was suddenly interested in the edge of the vase, and Xing Xing stared at the pattern of the vase without moving.

Why did you call Fu Xiao here?

He wanted to call the housekeeper grandpa to save him.

Obviously the housekeeper's grandfather is only on the first floor.

Even if it's not the housekeeper's grandfather, anyone can come, how can it be Fu Xiao.

He couldn't be discovered by Fu Xiao of the vase's secret.

Thinking of this, Little Sugar Cake exhausted her life's acting skills, bowing her head and pretending to be interested in the twig pattern on the vase.

Fu Xiao said to the little candy cake lying pitifully on the vase, "Come here, I'll take you back."

Although the little sugar cake could not wait to fly over, he restrained himself rationally and did not raise his head: "Meow meow meow—"

No, it's fine here.

He won't eat so much next time.

The next second, a pair of broad palms passed under his two front paws.

Little Sugar Cake looked up and saw Fu Xiao's handsome face.

With a little effort, Fu Xiao understood everything, shook his head and said, "Why did you run in?"

The little sugar cake lowered his head, rubbed obediently in Fu Xiao's arms, and defended meowlessly, and his big almond eyes looked at the vase on the other side with a guilty conscience.

Fu Xiao won't find out.

This is his last stock.

Seeing that Xiaotangcake's voice was full of anger, Fu Xiao felt relieved, but he looked at Xiaotangcake's guilty conscience and secretly left another vase, raised his eyebrows, and his heart suddenly moved.

understand what.

Shouldn't it?

Fu Xiao looked at another vase—

Almost got **** off.

Fu Xiao angrily looked at the packages of dried fish found in the vase, and now he doubted whether he kept a cat or a dried fish.

Where does it come from so many places to give it small dried fish.

The little sugar cake in his hand was too embarrassed to look at him.

Fu Xiao flicked the forehead of the dumpling trapped in the bottle with his fingertips.

He knew too well that the shame was only temporary.

In a few days, the little things will be forgotten.

He tried to find a way to give it a long memory.

Thinking like this, Fu Xiao did not rush to get the little sugar cake out of the vase, but turned around and left.

Little Sugar Cake anxiously stretched out her claws in the direction where Fu Xiao left: "Meow-"

Fu Xiao, don't go.

Dejected Sugar Cake rested her little head against the rim of the vase.

Is this his punishment?

Soon, Little Sugar Cake realized that he thought of Fu Xiao too kindly.

Fu Xiao came back with his mobile phone.

Then, the little sugar cake Weibo fans who were cultivating immortals in the middle of the night waited for the latest food.

In the photo, the white cat is lifted by a slender hand, and the lower body of the cat is lifted up together with a large vase that is stuck, and a few packets of small dried fish are placed in the corner of the vase.

Under the flash, the white cat covered its face with its paws in shame.

It was as if no one else could recognize who the cat was.

The text on Weibo mercilessly exposed—

Guess who is hiding in the vase to eat and eat too much and can't get out?

23333 comments slipped.

Public execution, nothing more than that.

Later, after Xiaotangcake regained control of his Weibo, the first thing was to delete this Weibo, but the screenshots of fans have spread to every corner of the Internet.

Soon, the small sugar cake officially adapted to the life of the crew.

The director specially found an assistant for the little sugar cake, and the only job the assistant does every day is to take care of the little sugar cake.

Every day, after eating breakfast in the morning, Little Sugar Cake patrols the cat group for a while, watching the increasingly fat cat group with satisfaction, and then goes to Xingchen Building with Fu Xiao.

Because the crew has been in the studio recently, and the studio is not far from the stars. Although I haven't gotten to the role of Little Candy Cake, I consider that Little Candy Cake is a cat after all, so I need to familiarize myself with the environment. Now Fu Xiao's life assistant brings Little Candy Cake to the crew every day.

In other words, when Little Sugar Cake was on the crew, there were two assistants beside her.

Assistant Fu Xiao's salary is paid directly by Fu Xiao, and he only takes orders from Fu Xiao alone. The assistant currently in charge of taking care of Xiao Tang Cake, Xiao Tang Guo also knows, it is Fang Yun, the intern who was harassed by Deng Hui. pregnancy.

Now Fang Yun has been transferred to Fu Xiao as an intern assistant.

The first thing I did was to take care of the little sugar cake.

The same is true today. After playing for a long time in the crew, and while Fu Xiao was away, after staying in the arms of the male **** Rong Hang for a long time, Xiao Tangcake followed Fang Yun back to the Xingchen Building contentedly.

As soon as she arrived at the elevator, Fang Yun received a call. The content of the call was probably that her mother's condition had worsened and she needed to rush over immediately.

Little Candy Cake's pointed ears quivered and stood up, looking up at her with blue eyes worried.

Are you all right?

Fang Yun's eyes were flustered. She and her mother depended on each other for life. She could not wait to rush over immediately, but she still remembered her responsibilities. She had to send the small sugar cake back, and she had to ask Secretary Zhang for leave.

Pursing her lips, Fang Yun took a deep breath and prepared to get on the elevator.

At this time, Secretary Zhang's voice sounded from behind them: "I'll give you a day off, you go back first, and give me the small sugar cake."

Little Sugar Cake turned his head and saw Secretary Zhang standing not far away.

It was time for a noon break.

Secretary Zhang was about to go out when he happened to hear Fang Yun's call.

Fang Yun was surprised. She didn't expect that Secretary Zhang, who was always difficult to speak, would let her leave so easily. You must know that Secretary Zhang was not very good at staff strokes, and treated President Fu and them completely.

When President Fu was in a meeting, Secretary Zhang could not wait to open up all the chairs to President Fu.

For them, they have always been true to their color, and they will be scolded for every little thing that is innocuous.

With a grateful expression on her face, she handed the small sugar cake to Secretary Zhang, and ran to the door in a panic.

"Wait." Secretary Zhang frowned and shouted.

Fang Yun turned her head to look at Secretary Zhang, feeling a little uneasy.

Could it be that Secretary Zhang regretted it and wanted to take back his rare kindness?

Secretary Zhang said: "I don't know how much time you will waste on the road running like this. I will ask the driver to take you there."

Fang Yun felt relieved, Secretary Zhang still had that unsmiling face, but Fang Yun felt that Secretary Zhang was not what everyone thought, she opened her mouth and said, "This is so troublesome."

Although Secretary Zhang is Mr. Fu's right-hand man, it is not good to ask the driver to send her this little intern. She can't make trouble for Secretary Zhang.

Secretary Zhang seemed to see something, and said impatiently: "There are so many stars, most of them are drivers. As an employee of Xingchen, there is an urgent matter at home, and the free driver can send it away, which is also a benefit."

The little sugar cake jumped from Fang Yun to Secretary Zhang, meowing at Fang Yun.

What time is this, hurry up and go back.

Besides, Secretary Zhang's authority in Xingchen is far greater than Fang Yun thought.

In the original plot, Little Sugar Cake remembered briefly mentioning that not long before Fu Xiao had a car accident, he also suddenly disappeared for a period of time. During that time, even Feng Jiaming could not see Fu Xiao.

Only Secretary Zhang is responsible for the company's affairs.

The company is in good order under the control of Secretary Zhang, and there is no problem.

This shows the status of Secretary Zhang in the stars.

However, I don't know why, during the car accident of Fu Xiao in the previous life, Secretary Zhang was attacked at home, and there was an accident. It is precisely because of this that there were no leaders for a while during the huge itinerary, so Mr. Fu asked Fu Wei to take the lead.

Is this also a coincidence?

Little Sugar Cake frowned at the thought.

If it was really a conspiracy against Fu Xiao, who would it be?

Besides, who could attack Secretary Zhang at his house?

After Fang Yun left, Secretary Zhang walked towards the door of the building holding the small sugar cake.

He originally went downstairs because he had something to do, so he simply came out with a small candy cake, and after the meeting was done, he would bring the small candy cake with him.

Under the tree on the side of the Xingchen Building, a girl wearing a light-colored strawberry dress ran over and said, "Brother."

The little sugar cake raised her head, her eyes lit up, the girl was about sixteen or seventeen years old, fair and thin, with big and beautiful eyes, and the eyebrows were somewhat similar to Secretary Zhang, but completely different.

Is this Secretary Zhang's sister?

The white cat turned to look at the two of them back and forth.

The girl gave a thermal insulation box to Secretary Zhang full of energy, and said with curved eyebrows: "Brother, this is the ice-cold sweet soup I made for you, you will remember to drink it later."

Secretary Zhang's tone was a bit reproachful, but his eyes were soft: "Why don't you have a good rest at home during the rare holiday, and come all the way here."

The girl smiled: "My brother works harder every day. It's not hard for me to make snacks for my brother at home."

Secretary Zhang sighed helplessly and said, "Don't come next time."

Even so, Secretary Zhang also knew that his sister would not listen to him.

Seeing this little sister who has grown up with her own hard work, Secretary Zhang is both relieved and sad.

Sadly, my sister is far more mature than her peers at a young age.

The girl's smart eyes couldn't help looking at the small candy cake, as if she really wanted to touch the snow-white fluffy hair of the small candy cake, but she was very educated and didn't do it.

Secretary Zhang looked at it and said with a smile: "This is Mr. Fu's cat. It's called Xiao Tang Kuo, and he is very good and obedient."

The little sugar cake put his head out in a very respectful manner.

The girl's soft fingers gently touched the thick snow-white hair of the little sugar cake, and she couldn't help but say, "It's so cute."

Little Sugar Cake said with a guilty conscience that he is generally cute.

Secretary Zhang explained a few words to the girl softly and meticulously, earnestly instructing the girl to pay attention to safety.

The little sugar cake lay lazily in Secretary Zhang's arms.

Unexpectedly, the serious Secretary Zhang turned out to be a living sister control.

The two chatted together.

None of them noticed that in the distance, an old man wearing a yellowed and white shirt with thick dark circles under his eyes, looking at Secretary Zhang and his sister, his eyes lit up, and his yellowed teeth were marked. : "Hey, little brat, I finally let me find you."

After sending the girl away, Secretary Zhang returned to the Xingchen Building with a small sugar cake.

Before walking into the building, a hoarse voice called out from behind, "Xiao Fang."

Hearing the name that he hadn't heard for many years, Secretary Zhang paused and sneered in his heart. He would never forget the sound in his dreams, and he calmly turned his head to look at the apathetic man behind him.

Sure enough it was him.

The old man looked up and down Secretary Zhang's clothes, his eyes fixed on the watch between Secretary Zhang's wrist, showing a greedy light, he hunched his back, with a pleasing smile on his face, he said flatteringly: "Look at our house Xiao Fang, the way it looks now, is promising, our old Zhang family can finally raise their eyebrows."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand, wanting to pat Secretary Zhang on the shoulder like an elder.

The little sugar cake suddenly stood up from Secretary Zhang's arms—

Um?

Does this sound like-

Secretary Zhang took a step back mercilessly and said, "What? Just released from prison?"

The middle-aged man's face stiffened, he put down his half-raised hand stiffly, and smiled reluctantly: "How did you talk to Dad, why the older you are, the more ignorant you are, it must be your mother who spoke ill of me all these years and ruined the relationship between our father and son—"

Before he could finish speaking, Secretary Zhang interrupted: "I don't have a father. As for my mother, you don't deserve to mention her."

Little Sugar Cake raised his head and looked at Secretary Zhang.

Is this person in front of Secretary Zhang's father?

I feel like they don't have a good relationship.

But Little Sugar Cake thinks that Secretary Zhang is not a bad person, he should have a secret reason for doing so.

Thinking so, the small sugar cake nestled in Secretary Zhang's arms again.

Father Zhang's face sank immediately.

This little brat is shameless.

Secretary Zhang was reluctant to talk to the people in front of him, because he was afraid that the two would quarrel and frighten Little Candy Cake, so he was about to leave with Little Candy Cake in his arms.

Father Zhang finally came over, and he has not yet received the money, how could it be possible to let Secretary Zhang leave like this.

He quickly reached out and grabbed Secretary Zhang's arm.

Being held by Secretary Zhang's arm, the little sugar cake almost fell, but fortunately, his eyesight quickly hooked Secretary Zhang's clothes and jumped onto Secretary Zhang's shoulder.

Secretary Zhang comfortably touched the small candy cake, then sneered and shook his hand away, not giving Father Zhang the slightest look on his face.

But Secretary Zhang was an adult man after all. Father Zhang was hunched and emaciated. With such a throw, Father Zhang fell to the ground, and Father Zhang didn't get up. Seeing everyone around him, he rolled his eyes and landed on the ground. Down: "Ouch."

He lay on the ground and groaned.

Secretary Zhang didn't like his tricks, and sneered: "If you don't get up again, I'll ask the security to come."

Because he was worried about the small sugar cake, he didn't use any strength at all.

Seeing the people around him look over, Father Zhang lowered his head and said miserably: "Xiao Fang, I know you blame me for not fulfilling my father's responsibilities and not taking care of your brothers and sisters, but I want to support the family, it was my fault these years, I am now I just want to be with you and Xiaoyou, the family is neat and tidy."

Secretary Zhang laughed angrily when he heard Father Zhang's brazen words.

Over the years, apart from the years in prison, the man in front of him has almost been rotten in the casino. When has he ever done a little bit of responsibility.

Secretary Zhang felt nauseated.

Seeing the man in front of him like a pool of mud, Secretary Zhang shook his head. He raised his head and was about to call the security guard over.

He felt it was a waste to say more.

"What's wrong here?"

A familiar voice came.

Candy cane turned his head.

It's Feng Jiaming.

Feng Jiaming frowned at the scene in front of him.

As soon as she came, she saw Secretary Zhang arguing with an old man.

Secretary Zhang, this person, she also understands a little—

A very powerful person.

Only look good on those who help him, don't be too considerate to Fu Xiao.

But it is rare to have a good face for the people below, his hands are miserable, and he rarely smiles to her.

She didn't want to meddle in her own business, but she couldn't see an old man with gray hair and a shabby shirt lying pitifully on the ground.

She motioned to her assistant to help the old man up.

Seeing that it was Feng Jiaming, Secretary Zhang said lightly, "Some private matters are none of Miss Feng's business."

Feng Jiaming was abruptly slapped back, feeling unhappy, and said on the surface, "It's none of my business, but this is at the gate of Xingchen Building. I don't know how many reporters come and go every day. it's not good."

Secretary Zhang said eloquently: "I'll ask the security guard to take him away immediately."

Father Zhang didn't want to be kicked out without even asking for a cent. Seeing that someone next to him seemed to want to take care of the matter, he immediately said, "Xiao Fang, I know you won't forgive me. I didn't want to bother you, but I really The only thing is that you are seriously ill, if there is no other way, I really will not come to you, you just see that we are a family, give me some money, so that I can buy some medicine. "

The old man trembled and stretched out a pair of thin heads, hunched his back, looking very pitiful, looked at the oily little sugar cake in Secretary Zhang's arms and said, "The cats you keep look so precious, and your fingertips are so precious. Just a little bit is enough."

These action words have attracted many people to stop and whisper.

Secretary Zhang sneered in his heart when he saw the man's hypocritical appearance.

That man has always been like this.

Every time after beating my mother and myself, I always look so sane to my neighbors.

He was already disgusted.

Unwilling to entangle more, Secretary Zhang called the security directly.

When the security guards saw that it was Secretary Zhang, they immediately drove the old man out according to Secretary Zhang's request.

Seeing that Secretary Zhang treated her elderly father like this, Feng Jiaming frowned and said to the security guard, "Stop."

The security guards paused slightly, and when they saw that Secretary Zhang didn't mean to stop, they didn't stop.

They know it in their hearts.

Although it's good that Miss Feng often goes in and out of the stars, it is Secretary Zhang who is in charge of the affairs of the stars.

Seeing that the security guards didn't listen to him at all, Feng Jiaming said to Secretary Zhang, "You treat your father like this?"

Secretary Zhang lazily kneaded the small sugar cake: "This is my own private matter, so I don't need to worry about Miss Feng."

Feng Jiaming bit her lip and retorted: "Since it's your personal matter, why use the security of the group?"

Secretary Zhang gave her a strange look: "He's not a staff member of the group. There is a lot of trouble at the door of the group. What's wrong with the security asking him to leave."

Zhang’s father secretly scolded this little **** for ten years, and his temper was so tough, seeing that the little girl who was going to help him couldn’t stand it anymore, and he was also taken out by the security guard, he hurriedly asked Feng Jiaming for help: “Please beg You, help me."

Feng Jiaming was annoyed that the security guard did not listen to her, and that Secretary Zhang had such a bad attitude towards the old man, she held a sigh of relief and said to Secretary Zhang: "You said that a person who is not a star can't enter the star. Well, I'll let him He will be my assistant and help me drive, so he is finally a star, right?"

It just so happened that her driver took a long vacation some time ago.

The assistant felt a little inappropriate and persuaded: "Miss Feng—"

Feng Jiaming, who came in with unfavorable things, was unhappy in her heart. The more people around her disapproved, the more she wanted to do it. She asked coldly, "Why, can't I even do this?" Father's urgent need for money, but he can help himself find face this time.

She feels fine.

The assistant didn't dare to say anything.

She asked Father Zhang satisfied, "Can you drive?"

Father Zhang nodded as if pounding garlic and said, "Yes, yes, yes."

Feng Jiaming breathed a sigh of relief, and there was a slight hint of pride in his voice that successfully refuted Secretary Zhang: "Do you have any other opinions?"

Secretary Zhang looked at Feng Jiaming in disbelief and shook his head.

Does Feng Jiaming really know what kind of person she hires?

There is no way for a rogue to describe that person in case.

Feng Jiaming was afraid that he was going to tie a stone and hit himself in the foot.

But what does this have to do with myself?

Secretary Zhang glanced at Zhang's father, and said to Feng Jiaming with a half-smile but not a smile: "Since it is a driver, it must also comply with the company's articles of association. If I remember well, the driver of the artist can only stay in the office on the basement floor of Xingchen."

The brokerage company under Xingchen has a lot of autonomy and often has business dealings with the group. The driver of the brokerage company can enter the building, and Feng Jiaming is also the first sister of the brokerage company, so this treatment is still available.

No matter how long his hands are, he can't handle the people in the branch.

But the driver is in a fixed area.

As long as he thought about it, Father Zhang would never want to see him for the rest of his life.

It was a mistake for Father Zhang to rely on this to stop him.

He turned to Feng Jiaming and said meaningfully, "Ms. Feng's freedom is how to hire people, but don't blame me if Miss Feng's staff appears where they shouldn't be."

If the person has been entangled, he doesn't mind putting that person in jail again.

That man has done a lot over the years.

Feng Jiaming felt a guilty conscience, and said calmly on the surface: "In this way, Secretary Zhang doesn't need to worry about it, but Secretary Zhang is also the secretary of President Fu of the Star Group, so he is not afraid of being known to his father, which will affect the reputation of the group. ?"

Behind Feng Jiaming, Father Zhang heard this, and his eyes showed greed that could not be hidden.

The president's secretary?

Someone told him that the little brat was promising, but he still didn't believe it.

Now it seems that this little brat is doing better than he thought.

He greedily looked at Secretary Zhang and the white cat in his arms.

Even that little beast looked extremely precious.

This little brat really has no conscience to treat him like this.

But I don't know what luck the little brat had.

Little Sugar Cake couldn't help shivering.

The little sugar cake that was about to board the elevator huddled in Secretary Zhang's arms.

After going in and out so many times, he still couldn't get used to this transparent and exciting elevator.

The elevator moved slowly.

Secretary Zhang, whose expression had not recovered, looked down at the honest little candy, remembering that every time he made this elevator, Mr. Fu would cover the eyes of the little candy. He hesitated for a while, then stretched out his hand to cover the little candy. cake eyes.

Originally, he planned to bury his eyes in the little sugar cake in Secretary Zhang's arms.

He thought of Secretary Zhang's father again.

Between Secretary Zhang and his father—

But looking at Secretary Zhang's gentle and attentive look towards his sister, Little Sugar Cake doesn't believe that Secretary Zhang is a ruthless person no matter what.

There is a secret relationship between them.

Is it really okay for Feng Jiaming to intervene like this?

As soon as they reached the top floor, the assistants walked over with a letter and said, "Secretary Zhang, come and take a look. Someone sent Yi Ning's passport today."

When I heard the name, Little Sugar Cake couldn't help feeling guilty.

Yi Ning-

Secretary Zhang frowned deeper, opened his passport, and the photo was the black-haired, blue-eyed boy he saw that day.

This Yi Ning is really strange, how can I send the passport to the company?

He asked someone to investigate, Yi Ning lived in a secluded place, few photos leaked out, and there was no problem with the information that could be found.

With a sigh, Secretary Zhang put away his passport.

We can only wait for that Yi Ning to appear again.

He didn't notice that the little sugar cake in his arms had widened his eyes.

The appearance in the passport is clearly his own.

But how could he have a passport?

The little sugar cake, who was surprised, made up his mind that he would never become a human being in the Xingchen Building.

Feeling guilty, he jumped down from Secretary Zhang's arms, and the little sugar cake walked towards the office.

Open the office door.

Fu Xiao stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows in the office and overlooked the whole city.

The white cat raised its head and looked at the lonely Fu Xiao with azure blue eyes.

Fu Xiao was so powerful, smart, and gentle. He wished that there was someone who could accompany Fu Xiao so that he wouldn't be so lonely.

But at that time, Fu Xiao would still be so good to himself?

Soon, Little Sugar Cake put these things aside, he doesn't care about that much, as long as he can be happy with Fu Xiao now, it's enough.

As for later-

The word "later" was something he never dared to imagine in his world.

He ran towards Fu Xiao excitedly, then took off, and with a meow, he slammed into Fu Xiao's back with energy.

Rao was Fu Xiao, who was smashed several steps forward unexpectedly.

The little sugar cake was already clinging to Fu Xiao's clothes and jumped steadily into Fu Xiao's arms.

There was still the loneliness and loneliness in Fu Xiao's place. He was about to be smashed with blood by the little sugar cake. He took a deep breath and picked up the little fat cat in his arms.

Does it still think that he is still a kitten the size of his slap before?

Little Sugar Cake looked at Fu Xiao innocently with wide eyes: "Meow."

That soft voice really made Fu Xiao lose his temper.

Fu Xiao sighed and took the small sugar cake back into his arms.

What else can I do other than suffer the fat I raised by myself?

But even the small sugar cake that has always been fat, the weight is still a bit scary now.

Is the sugar cake heavier?

Little Sugar Cake narrowed her eyes and rubbed against Fu Xiao's arms.

Fu Xiao is the best.

Fu Xiao had a halo in his eyes.

However, in the next second, Little Sugar Cake heard Fu Xiao's sigh in disbelief—

"I'm really fat again."

Candy Cake: !

He took back what he said earlier.

Fu Da smelly socks, he is not fat at all, not at all!

afternoon.

The little sugar cake lay leisurely on Fu Xiao's lap.

The fluffy tail swayed slightly.

Fu Xiao flipped through the documents sent by Secretary Zhang.

The display screen on the table was filled with a big-faced white cat.

Little Sugar Cake was very pleased with it.

dong dong dong —

The assistant brought afternoon snacks.

Fu Xiao asked his assistant to put the snacks aside, while he was still looking at the documents.

goo—

Little Sugar Cake looked at his belly making noises and licked his paws.

Alas, the cat food at noon is not enough, and I can only eat snacks reluctantly, which is really embarrassing for cats.

Cats can't eat indiscriminately.

However, as a cat that can become human.

Little Sugar Cake really doesn't want to eat cat food every day.

Even if the cat food is crunchy and chewy, it is actually very fragrant.

The white cat Almond turned his eyes, elegantly climbed up from Fu Xiao's arms, raised his head, the big eyes, pink nose tip and chin formed a rounded line, stunned that a cat also seemed to have a bit of beautiful eyebrows.

Only now those bright almond eyes were full of cunning and guilty conscience.

See Fu Xiao concentrate on looking at the document.

The little sugar cake lightly jumped down from Fu Xiao's arms, then lightly jumped onto the desk, and happily walked towards the dim sum.

One step, two steps—

Fragrant desserts are in sight.

The little sugar cake gracefully took the last step, and the happy will take a bite of the dessert.

A big hand descended from the sky and held his body mercilessly.

what! His snack—

As a cat, there are only three major things in life: eating, playing and sleeping.

Play and sleep can not turn out any tricks.

The only thing I look forward to about the small sugar cake is to eat it.

So he is also very obsessed with eating.

The little sugar cake, whose success was dying, raised his head and looked at Fu Xiao. The owner of the hand didn't even lift his head, he was still looking at the document, but he seemed to be able to predict the future, and he had firmly held him down.

He was caught looking at Fu Xiao, a current little candy cake seller, and looked at Fu Xiao, meowing loudly.

Fu Xiao finally raised his head, looking at the white long-haired cat under his hand with a stern face, and flicking the long-haired cat's belly mercilessly.

The little sugar cake lay unrequitedly.

A smile flashed in Fu Xiao's eyes, looking at the frustrated white cat, he raised his eyebrows, and in the eyes of Xiaotangcake, he stood up and picked up the dessert, one hand holding the dessert, one Hand pick up a piece of pastry.

He put the pastry under the nose of the candy cane.

The white cat's eyes lit up and his mouth opened.

He knew that Fu Xiao would not be like this.

However-

Fu Xiao quickly took the dim sum back and put it in his mouth.

Little Sugar Cake looked up at Fu Xiao in shock, her big blue eyes dissipated in disbelief, and gradually turned into anger.

Fu Xiao was also stunned for a moment, then shook his head—

What happened to yourself?

How can such a thing be done? Not like myself at all.

but-

Then he smiled relievedly.

After meeting the little sugar cake, did he not do things like himself?

The fresh little sugar cake is like a huge stone, causing ripples in his peaceful life.

The little sugar cake over there has turned around and lies on his pile of documents, facing him with his butt.

It looks like I'm very angry and uncomfortable.

Fu Xiao put away the smile in his eyes and took the small sugar cake back into his arms.

He reached out and picked up a document.

The little sugar cake stretched out his claws without any respect, and blocked most of the text according to the middle of the document.

Fu Xiao lowered his head.

The little sugar cake looked at Fu Xiao confidently—

What's wrong?

Fu Xiao took the document away.

Little Sugar Cake reluctantly stretched out his paws and held down the document.

It's like being suddenly intrigued by the black fir tree logo in the upper right corner of the document.

Anyway, it is to make Fu Xiao completely invisible.

Let Fu Xiao chuckle, and the little sugar cake whispered in his ear: "Be obedient, it's for your own good, I'll give it to you when you lose weight."

He paused in his voice and said, "You didn't eat less of these things in the crew."

Candy Cake: !

How did Fu Xiao know!

Fu Xiao took the little sugar cake into his arms, and the little sugar cake squatted in his arms, Fu Xiao finally felt at ease for a while.

But it didn't take long for Little Sugar Cake to get bored again.

He looked at the document in Fu Xiao's hand boredly. The document was different from the others. The upper right corner was not a pentagram, but a small but concise black cedar tree. The document was all in English.

Little Sugar Cake widened her eyes and read a few lines. After seeing a lot of professional terms, she couldn't help yawning.

Although his English is a second native language, it looks really boring.

As soon as he was bored, Fu Xiao couldn't help himself.

The little sugar cake turned around, elongated his body, and put his body in Fu Xiao's arms, his hind paws on Fu Xiao's muscular thighs, his two front claws on Fu Xiao's shoulders, and his hairy head was just close to Fu Xiao's. lower jaw.

He narrowed his eyes, stretched out his small head, rubbed against Fu Xiao's jaw, and kept meowing in his mouth, like a coquettish madman.

Fu Xiao reluctantly leaned his chin back slightly, raised his head over the small sugar cake, and looked at the documents in front of him.

The little sugar cake continued to move forward without giving up, and continued to rub.

What is this for?

Fu Xiao put down this somewhat different document and put it in a drawer with a password at the bottom left, then stretched out his hand, rubbed the thick hair of the small sugar cake, and took out the laser pointer and wool ball in the drawer.

Some CEOs, apparently well-dressed, actually have laser pointers and **** of wool hidden in their drawers.

The little sugar cake found someone to play with him.

Of course he is heavy.

If there are really important things, Fu Xiao will definitely go to work. Since he put down the documents, it means that he