Transmigrated as the Villain’s Cat

Father Zhang was smoking a cigarette outside the set.

Bad luck, he was reported to prison in a crackdown ten years ago.

It was finally released, and I wanted to find those brothers from before to hang out for a while before making plans.

Who knew that the brothers who called him brothers ten years ago either pretended not to know each other or sent him with a few hundred dollars.

Fortunately, at this time, someone who did not know the origin found him and told him the whereabouts of the little brat.

I didn't expect that the little cub actually mixed well.

There was a greedy light in Lao Zhang's eyes.

Hey, it is only right and natural for my son to respect Laozi.

What's more, if he misses a little bit between his fingers, he can go to the poker table for luck.

As for the boy's disobedience, it doesn't matter. If he doesn't give money, he is disobedient.

And the little brat values ​​his sister who loses money very much. The loser is not yet an adult. If the little brat is still so ignorant, don't blame yourself for being rude.

Lao Zhang let out a smoke ring leisurely.

Life is such a thing, I really can't tell.

Who knew that the little boy who didn't have the slightest masculinity back then could actually prevent him from using the family method for the stinky mother-in-law.

Ding Ding Ding's phone rang.

Lao Zhang picked it up and saw that it was Feng Jiaming, and threw it to the side in annoyance, just pretended he didn't hear it, and let the bell ring.

If it wasn't for the fear that the little brat would run away in order to get rid of him, he would not be willing to do this job, and he was tired and had no money.

But I heard that Feng Jiaming's stinky **** is a big star. Now the gossip about big stars is worth a lot of money. He has also flipped through the entertainment newspapers these days. Feng Jiaming's stinky **** claims to be single, but It is said on the Internet that he is the girlfriend of President Xingchen Fu.

But he picked up Feng Jiaming several times.

Feng Jiaming hooked up with a young man, and he even sent the two of them to eat a few times. That man seemed to be the younger brother of President Fu of Xingchen.

Hehe, I didn't expect this girl and her brother to be unclear.

He secretly took a few photos, and when he quit, he would find an opportunity to sell the photos to Mr. Fu at a high price. It was really impossible to sell them to those entertainment reporters and make him a lot of money.

Ding Ding Ding's cell phone kept ringing, meaning that it would never stop.

Lao Zhang impatiently picked up the phone.

Feng Jiaming, that stinky bitch, has so many things to do.

But he picked up the phone and said in a different tone, "Hey, what's wrong with Miss Feng?"

"Why don't you answer the phone? I just went to the toilet without my cell phone."

"The script? In the car, I'll show you—" Lao Zhang picked up the white script on the back seat and threw it aside at will, "I didn't see it, did you remember it wrong?"

He didn't want to send the script to Feng Jiaming.

It's just a few steps away, why doesn't she come and get it by herself?

"You clearly remember that it was definitely in the car?" Lao Zhang reluctantly took the script in his hand, secretly scolding Feng Jiaming for being too busy, but his voice was still flattering: "Okay, I'll give it to Miss Feng. Send it over. But Miss Feng, I don't have a pass. It doesn't matter? You say? Okay, okay."

Walking to the studio, Lao Zhang was stopped by someone at the door, who was also a staff member of Xingchen.

Feng Jiaming personally called the person. After all, everyone in Xingchen knew that Feng Jiaming and President Fu had an unusual relationship. Feng Jiaming promised again and again that he would leave after sending the script.

The man hesitated, but let Father Zhang go in.

Just after taking a few steps forward, Father Zhang saw a luxurious car parked not far away, and a familiar cat jumped into the back seat from the half-open door. .

The staff next to him discussed—

"I heard that this car alone costs 10 million. Mr. Fu was afraid that his cat would suffer and drove it out to give it a rest."

"Mr. Fu, I'm really reluctant to his cat."

"What is this, someone picked it up on Weibo, that cat's necklace is priceless."

"Tsk tsk tsk, although rich people know what they think, this cat is Mr. Fu's heart. If it gets lost, Mr. Fu probably said it would cost several million to find it."

"If this cat is really lost, let me pick it up and I'll post it."

Speaking of no intention, the listener has a heart. Father Zhang looked at the little sugar cake with a greedy glow.

President Fu, isn't he the boss of his little brat?

This cat is the cat in the arms of the little cub that day. It seems to have a good relationship with the cub.

However, I did not expect this cat to be so valuable.

Father Zhang chuckled in a low voice, a plan to make a lot of money secretly formed in his heart.

In the extended sedan, the little sugar cake suddenly shuddered.

Fang Yun, who was beside her, stomped her feet in annoyance and said, "Sure enough, I can't give you yogurt."

She squatted down, looked at the snow-white dumplings on the champagne leather sofa, tried to beckon to the dumplings, and said to the white cat half-tempering and half-coaxing: "Little sugar cake, let's not eat it, okay? If you eat too much, you'll get sick, and you'll get splattered on the fur."

The two front paws of Little Sugar Cake vigilantly hugged the iced yogurt in his arms, turned around, and pointed his **** at Fang Yun.

He couldn't understand what she said.

Just kidding, he finally tricked Fang Yun into giving him a yogurt from the car refrigerator, so he wouldn't give up.

The little candy cake was on the long sofa lying horizontally on the limousine. The two front paws fixed the plastic box of yogurt, and happily stuck out the pink tongue to lick it.

And he didn't splash his fluffy fur at all.

With the sound of pia, a small drop of yogurt splashed onto the collar hair like a scarf.

The little sugar cake licked it off without hesitation.

Say no to no!

As for licking—

Breaking through the lower limit is only the first time and countless times!

After eating the iced yogurt, the little sugar cake felt alive.

Originally, he wanted to bring the actor here, so that he could lie in the arms of the male **** and eat yogurt, just thinking about it.

But I think that the actor doesn't like the lively character, and the people coming and going here will affect the actor's rest, so he can only forget it.

After eating the yogurt, Little Sugar Cake looked at Fang Yun, who was frowning and rubbed her.

Don't worry!

He won't get sick.

The little sugar cake jumped into the crew again.

The crew was very busy with the blasting scene in the afternoon, and the little sugar cake didn't make a fuss. From time to time, he went to see Rong Hang, who was already asleep, and from time to time, he patrolled the crew from time to time.

As a pyrotechnician, Lao Liu has already prepared all the blasting items that will be used later, and has also done the final inspection. Later, he will put the crystallization of this batch of painstaking efforts into the blasting point.

When he saw the passing candy cane, he stretched out his hand and couldn't help but touched the little candy cane's head.

When he was close to Lao Liu, the little sugar cake smelled a strange smell. At this time, when he touched it, the strange smell was magnified hundreds of times. The little sugar cake couldn't help but sneezed. His head was stunned for a moment, and some tears welled up in his blue eyes.

The snow-white fluffy cat looks cute and cute.

The person next to him couldn't help laughing and said, "What did you do, Lao Liu, to make Little Sugar Cake react like that, don't bully Little Sugar Cake, be careful it ignores you, last time Lao Sun accidentally stepped on its tail, It took a lot of dried fish to coax it back."

"Bah, the dried small fish is all fake, I told you that the little sugar cake likes me." Old Liu Mizhi believed to himself.

Every time he talks about those boring things, his old friends are willing to listen, and the little sugar cake is willing to lie under his feet for him to touch.

Not like what?

"Besides, I've been working on triggering and detonating devices and I haven't even had time to wash my hands, so I don't have time to bully Little Candy Cake." Lao Liu teased and fought back. He looked at his hands, there was nothing wrong, he thought too. Not knowing why, he stretched out his hand and wanted to touch the small sugar cake.

The little sugar cake jumped all the way in disgust immediately, the smell killed the cat.

He immediately understood what Lao Liu said. He had heard popular science from Lao Liu. There is a special potion in the detonating and detonating device. This potion smells bad, but they usually operate with gloves, so The general taste doesn't touch your hands either.

Who says the taste can't touch your hands?

Just torturing the cat to death.

Not believing in evil, Lao Liu stretched out his hand again.

This time, the small sugar cakes simply took a detour.

The person next to him smiled and said, "You said that you didn't offend, and the little sugar cake is almost a few meters away from you."

Old Liu murmured in his heart, and was a little unsure. He was fine not long ago, could it be that he really didn't pay attention and accidentally stepped on the tail of the small sugar cake, he coughed a few times and said to the people next to him: "Old Sun Where did you get the dried fish from?"

At this time, Xiao Wu walked out of the blasting studio.

When Lao Liu saw it, he hurriedly said, "Don't go, and send those pyrotechnic sticks in the room to the blasting point later."

Burying the fireworks is Xiao Wu's job. After doing it so many times, there should be no problem.

Xiao Wu agreed in a low voice.

However, Lao Liu said worriedly: "Don't touch it, the pyrotechnic sticks are all checked by me."

Xiao Wu clenched his palms tightly, and his simple and honest eyes flashed with resentment.

Don't think he doesn't know.

The old guy always felt that he was not on the table, he only regarded himself as a free labor force, and never gave himself the key things.

After waiting for today, he made the old guy regret it.

He pressed his hand on his pocket.

There was a check in his pocket that the man had promised, and when it was done, the man would give him the ticket, and the plane would take off in three hours.

By the time they reacted, they would be at ease abroad.

Thinking of this, Xiao Wu raised his head and smiled honestly at Lao Liu: "In this hot day, go to the air-conditioned room to rest. Master, leave it to me, don't worry."

Father Zhang gave the script to Feng Jiaming with a smile on his face.

Feng Jiaming took the script and said to Father Zhang with a sigh of relief, "Why did it take so long to send it here."

Father Zhang secretly scolded him for being difficult to serve, and said with a smile on his face, "I lost my way in the crew."

She frowned and looked at a chimney hanging in Father Zhang's ear: "The crew does not allow smoking, please pay attention, this cigarette should not be seen by the rest of the crew."

Father Zhang hurriedly put down the cigarette and put it in his shirt pocket, revealing only an imperceptible cigarette **** and said, "I know, I know."

Feng Jiaming didn't care anymore, she lowered her head and flipped through the script. She had read this script many times, and she was already familiar with it, but it was always good to read it more times.

"This, Miss Feng, if I have nothing to do, should I go back first?" Father Zhang bowed his head and bent over flatteringly.

"Since you've already come, don't leave. It just so happens that Xiaoliu has asked for leave today, so you'll be here to see if there is anything you can do to help." After speaking, Feng Jiaming gestured to the cup on Father Zhang's table with his eyes. "Please go and pour a glass of warm water. My throat is more important, and the temperature of the water should be around 25°."

With a water cup in his hand and a cigarette in his mouth, Father Zhang reluctantly found 25° water for Feng Jiaming.

Passing by the corner, he saw the cat squatting in the corner. Thinking of his plan, he moved closer and reached out his hand to tick the little sugar cake.

This cat is expensive.

Little Sugar Cake looked at him lazily, then closed his eyes and continued to enjoy the cool at the door of the room where Rong Hang slept.

I have to say that Rong Hang is very good at choosing a place. This place is very shady and has few people, so it is especially suitable for rest.

Seeing the cat ignoring him, Father Zhang snorted, took a few steps forward, and kicked the little sugar cake.

This beast has a great temper.

The little sugar cake flicked to the side nimbly, pricked up his tail, lowered his ears, and roared at Father Zhang in warning.

He remembered that this person was Secretary Zhang's rogue father?

Are your feet so ugly?

Who is he getting in the way of lying here?

Zhang's father spit out a smoke ring, and when he saw that the little sugar cake was fried with fur, he kicked the little sugar cake's stomach indifferently.

But it's just a little beast.

No matter how rich his master is, wouldn't he fight if he wanted to?

The beasts are going to fight, how can they be obedient if they don't fight?

What's more, what kind of combat power can such a pet cat have?

Of course, this kick can't hit the sugar cake.

Little Sugar Cake is not a master who swallows his voice. Seeing that Father Zhang was looking for trouble, he stretched out his claws, jumped on Father Zhang, stretched out his claws and scratched at Father Zhang.

Father Zhang did not expect that this seemingly soft and useless white cat would be so fierce. ripped off from the body.

The unextinguished cigarette butts were flickering with a little red light.

"Someone!" Who knew that the cat seemed to be sticking to him, and Father Zhang ran away to find someone for help while pulling the small candy cane.

Finally, several people appeared in front.

Father Zhang ran over as if seeing a savior, stretched out his hand desperately trying to wave away the small candy cake and said, "Hurry up and help me, this cat is crazy."

Who knew that his voice had just fallen.

The cat that just stuck to him like 502, followed his hand lightly, fell to the ground, rolled around a few times, and then pitifully tried to struggle to get up, but several attempts failed. It is a failure to fall to the ground.

Anyone who sees it thinks that it is a poor cat that has been abused by humans.

Those few people were stunned and looked at him in shock: "How can you bully a cat when you are so old?"

The author has something to say: "Little Candy, please start your performance."

There is one more chapter, but it will be late, come tomorrow morning~