Transmigrated as the Villain’s Cat

The little sugar cake was worried. Every lunch here, a female assistant sister would take him to the cafeteria to eat, but how could the cafeteria satisfy him? There are ice cream, chocolate, and cakes waiting for him to eat outside.

It takes money. When the little sugar cake is a cat, there is no need to worry about money, and the housekeeper will not prepare cash for a cat. So now his family's wealth is still very poor.

Su Zening looked at the strawberry cake on the ground and felt more distressed.

He must hurry up and retrieve the remuneration that was hidden in Fu Xiao's office for the cameo appearance in the variety show. Not everyone can enter Fu Xiao's office, and there is no way for him, an intern, to sneak into the office to take out the cash.

In the office, Fu Xiao raised his head again, subconsciously looking for the trace of the black-haired boy.

Sometimes things are just so weird.

Once you start paying attention to a person, your eyes will inadvertently rest on that person.

Fu Xiao is exactly like that.

His eyes would always fall disobediently on the black-haired blue-eyed boy.

The black-haired boy was still staring blankly at the shattered strawberry cake on the ground, as if it was not a cake but a piece of his own meat that fell on the ground.

Like a pitiful kitten, one can't help but want to touch his hair.

Fu Xiao raised his eyebrows.

Is the treatment of the stars so bad?

A piece of cake as for?

At this moment, a knock on the door sounded, pulling Fu Xiao out of his thoughts: "Please come in."

The life assistant pushed the door and entered.

It was beyond Su Zening's expectations.

In the afternoon, Fu Xiao's life assistant ordered a piece of cake for everyone, and it was the signature cake from the top restaurants in the city.

Although Su Zening was a newcomer, he was also given a piece of strawberry cake, and his heart was finally getting better.

He took the cake and his eyes lit up.

Others couldn't help shaking their heads and laughing when they saw it.

Still childish.

Su Zening unexpectedly had a good time in the office during this time.

He has a good personality and is more diligent. Although he doesn't know much, he will make jokes with a lot of common sense, but he is sweeter than he is, and he makes the brothers and sisters in the office happy.

Someone couldn't help teasing: "Xiao Ning, let's change it, okay?"

Su Zening's eyes widened and his heart ached, but he still pushed the cake out and said, "Okay."

The older brother usually takes good care of him.

The man smiled and said, "It's better for you to eat."

Su Zening breathed a sigh of relief and immediately took the cake back.

The life assistant smiled and divided the cake before leaving.

Su Zening looked around, his sharp eyes didn't seem to have Fu Xiao.

He looked into the office, doesn't Fu Xiao eat?

He looked at the pink ice cream dotted with strawberries in the palm of his hand, as if written in large letters - I'm delicious, come and eat me.

But Fu Xiao didn't seem to have anything for lunch.

The little sugar cake sighed.

Sure enough, you still have to take care of him.

In his heart, Fu Xiao is his responsibility.

Everyone had returned to their positions, and Su Zening, who was not paying attention, slipped to the door of Fu Xiao's office like a little hamster and knocked twice.

Fu Xiao's unique cold voice sounded from inside: "Please come in."

Su Zening pushed open the door and entered.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows was a clear blue sky, and in front of the desk in front of it, Fu Xiao sat there without raising his head, looking down at something, there was no sound coming from the door for a long time, he raised his head, his dark eyes froze for a moment. .

Su Zening had already walked up to him, holding an exquisite packaging box with a bright red ribbon on it.

Fu Xiao quickly said, "What's wrong?"

Su Zening smiled, the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing two small tiger teeth, he stretched out the cake in his hand: "Would you like to try it? Don't you eat very little at noon?"

Su Zening didn't think too much, he just wanted to give Fu Xiao what he thought was good.

And he also remembered that the housekeeper said that Fu Xiao had a bad stomach before, so he should pay attention to his diet.

However, he forgot that his current identity is not Xiao Tangbing but Su Zening.

With a natural familiarity in his tone, Fu Xiao was taken aback.

Yes, there was always an inexplicable familiarity in this young man's tone, as if they had known each other for a long time. Such a misplacement of cognition always made Fu Xiao a little confused.

But the confusion is only momentary.

Fu Xiao's eyes fell on the cake, and he fixedly looked at the young man, his eyes indifferent: "No need."

He hadn't forgotten that the boy's purpose was still in doubt.

The black-haired and blue-eyed boy was taken aback and said seriously, "Don't you like it?"

Fu Xiao covered the pen in his hand, stood up and looked at the boy and said, "This is not something you need to care about. You are an intern here now, and the relationship between you and me is a work relationship."

Fu Xiao's words were cold and ruthless.

Su Zening bit his lip, put down the hand that wanted to open the cake, pinched the corner of his clothes and said, "I'm sorry."

It was probably the close contact between him and Fu Xiao in the past few days that gave him an illusion.

Let him mistakenly think that the relationship between them is very close.

But in fact, Su Zening is just a stranger to Fu Xiao. Small sugar cakes can do this, but Su Zening can't.

Su Zening understood the truth, but he was still a little strange. The black-haired boy took a small step forward and reached out to take the beautifully packaged cake box.

He is not willing to eat it himself, so he will bring it back to eat for himself.

Fu Xiao suddenly said again: "Have you finished your work?"

Su Zening: …

It's simply a matter of bashing the soul.

The black-haired boy suddenly looked like a deflated balloon. Su Zening said humiliatingly: "No." He immediately added: "It can be done before get off work, and it is afternoon tea break time."

After speaking, Su Zening ran out of the office like a fire burning his tail, and he regretted running out.

Forgot to bring the cake out.

What a misstep.

In the office, Fu Xiao moved for a while. He knew that Secretary Zhang had arranged a lot of chores for Su Zening. If he could finish it before get off work, Su Zening was very attentive.

He couldn't help but put his eyes on the cake box with the red ribbon on the table.

in the afternoon.

bang-

The door of Fu Xiao's office was finally pushed open.

After waiting all afternoon, Su Zening couldn't help but look over.

Where is the cake?

Will he still have a chance to get his cake out?

His eyes just happened to meet the eyes of Fu Xiao, who was preparing for a meeting.

Two pairs of eyes stared at each other, their eyes interlaced, both familiar and unfamiliar.

Tens of thousands of thoughts flashed through Fu Xiao's mind, and soon returned to calm.

The stern man's eyes skipped Su Zening's eyes and paused for a while, as if the look at each other just now was just the most normal one, and he passed by Su Zening's side pretending to be inadvertent.

Even he himself did not realize what kind of ripples were swirling in his heart.

At night, Fu Xiao had a dream.

In the dream, he fell asleep holding the small candy cake. Between the dream and half-awakening, the small candy cake in his arms turned into a boy with black hair and blue eyes. The boy was wearing a shirt that was one size larger and turned his head to look at him. With an expression like a candy cane, he smiled at him gently, then tiptoed to his ear—

Fu Xiao woke up suddenly.

He looked around, but beside him was a snow-white fluffy cat.

I don't know why I'm sulking at night, even holding the cat pot to the side and refusing to eat with him. When I sleep, I also grab the little sugar cake that I don't put in the cat's bed. I don't know when it ran to his bed again.

The cat seemed to be dreaming, meowing.

Fu Xiao shook his head, how could he have such a dream? It was so strange. He looked at the cat beside him, and for some reason, there was an indescribable loss in his heart. He got up from the bed with a wry smile, the cool touch of the floor cooled the hot blood in his body.

It was late autumn, and the temperature had gradually cooled down.

But Fu Xiao still felt a heat in his body, and the boy's face lingered.

He was barefoot, the muscular body under the nightgown showed beautiful lines while walking, and the slightly sunken spine in the middle was looming. He brought himself a glass of cold water and took a sip, and the dry mouth gradually disappeared.

Fu Xiao took a deep breath and held the small sugar cake in his arms.

The sweet-sleeping little sugar cake claws stepped on his arms, but he tossed and turned all night, making it difficult for him to fall asleep.

The next day, Fu Xiao fell ill as expected.