Transmigrated as the Villain’s Cat

in a closed library.

Fu Xiao stared at the monitor screen of the computer without moving.

The fake sugar cake that was supposed to sleep in the villa turned into a light spot and disappeared.

Under the camera, his assistant appeared in the room out of thin air. The teenager in the room, who was always in high spirits, collapsed on his bed when he was young, exhausted. The messy black hair was scattered on the back of his neck. He buried his head in the pillow and took a deep breath, his shirt was pulled out of his suit pants due to his movements, revealing a delicate and slender waistline, which had an indescribable beauty of fragility.

Fu Xiao couldn't help but see an indescribable light in the bottom of his eyes.

Then an invisible light flashed.

his bed.

A snow-white fluffy dumpling emerged from a pile of clothes. Looking at a bed of scattered clothes, the white cat squatted on the spot for a long time, sighed, and took all the clothes back to the locker room as slowly as it could love.

In the end, the thief walked to the window and looked around, and disappeared into the camera with a guilty conscience.

Fu Xiao took a deep breath and stood up.

After all the conjectures were confirmed, his heart was unexpectedly calm.

Think of the bits and pieces after meeting the little sugar cake.

Everything is explained.

It was already dark outside, and under the dim light through the heavy curtains, Fu Xiao's side face was indistinguishable.

He didn't tell anyone about it.

Because he figured it out clearly, no matter if the little candy cane is a ghost, or some supernatural product, the less people know about this kind of thing, the better for the little candy cane.

He has a lot to do now.

The little sugar cake will always stay by his side in the future, and Mr. Fu will also give an explanation.

The identity of Little Sugar Cake is full of loopholes. Where is Yi Ning really? He has to help Little Sugar Cake to make up for this loophole.

And what exactly is a candy cane?

And he didn't dare to ask the little sugar cake.

It seems that Little Sugar Cake doesn't want him to know his secret. If he knows, will Little Sugar Cake simply disappear from his life.

And the most unacceptable thing for him is that once the candy cane disappears, he doesn't even know how to get the candy cane back.

pat—

The small door that opened under the study was arched from the outside by the small sugar cake.

Little Sugar Cake looked suspiciously at the dark room because there was no light on, and saw Fu Xiao who was sitting at the desk in deep thought, his eyes lit up, he spread his claws and jumped on Fu Xiao. He flexibly lay in Fu Xiao's arms and stretched out his claws. Lying on Fu Xiao's shoulder, he was about to rub Fu Xiao with his fluffy head.

Fu Xiao's stern face turned slightly to the side, glanced to the other side, and avoided it as if inadvertently.

The little sugar cake was stunned for a moment, and without thinking much, he stretched out his paws and forcibly pushed Fu Xiao's face back, rubbing contentedly.

Does Fu Xiao want to avoid himself? dream! There are no doors!

When Fu Xiao was full of his scent, he curled up contentedly in Fu Xiao's arms, and flicked his tail leisurely.

The next morning, Fu Xiao looked at the unsuspecting little sugar cake in his arms, a little helpless.

A cat in your arms is nothing.

What if it was a teenager?

This means something different.

Fu Xiao closed his eyes, and in his mind, the picture of the boy with messy hair lying on his bed showing his fair and slender waist lingered for a long time. Zhen Yi Ning was only nineteen years old, and Little Sugar Cake was even less than one year old.

Judging from the usual behavior of Little Sugar Cake, Little Sugar Cake is also a little fool who has not yet experienced the world.

Fu Xiao stretched out his hand and slightly pulled the dumpling off his body.

Little Sugar Cake let out a dissatisfied meow, and crawled back.

He has no doubt that Little Sugar Cake trusts him with all his heart, maybe even more than just trust—

Inexplicably thinking of the origin of the small candy cake necklace a long time ago, and the exclusive desire of the small candy cake for himself, Yi Ning's attention to himself, everything has the answer.

It's just that the little sugar cakes who are not deep in the world really know what this means?

Fu Xiao sighed.

in the office.

Secretary Zhang saw that President Fu was looking out, wondering what he was thinking.

Following his line of sight, Yi Ning was holding a pile of documents and looking in the direction of President Fu.

The corner of Secretary Zhang's mouth couldn't help twitching. If he didn't know that the outside of the glass could not be seen inside, he really thought that the two were looking at each other affectionately.

Secretary Zhang coughed lightly: "President Fu, Yi Ning's identity—"

Fu Xiao glanced over at the boy outside, and there were already a few people gathered beside the boy.

The young man was tall, thin, and thin, with fair skin and good skin. He was the most attractive age. Everyone had a smiling face. I don't know how many people have been sending documents from the top floor these days.

Fu Xiao's eyes couldn't help being a little deep, and some crazy thoughts in his heart were uncontrollably breeding.

"Mr. Fu?" Seeing that Fu Xiao didn't respond, Secretary Zhang asked a few more questions.

Fu Xiao regained his senses, and his eyes were calm again: "You don't need to check his identity anymore, he—"

"He is an old friend of mine." Fu Xiao's voice was extremely low, with an indescribable meaning.

Secretary Zhang was stunned.

Then I realized the amazing amount of information in this sentence.

He pondered for a while, and didn't ask any further questions. His professional conduct left him with no expression on his face.

But his always keen heart has set off a stormy sea.

Mr. Fu has been single all these years. Countless men and women have posted them, and only one Feng Jiaming is a little different. But now that Feng Jiaming is out, Mr. Fu seems to be a little unusual about this Yi Ning?

Could it be that President Fu really wants to attack the people around him? Yi Ning is young, so it's not good for them to spread it out. He can almost imagine the headlines of those gossip posts on the Internet—destroying conscience! A president in the entertainment industry is actually a ten-year-old assistant!

The decathlon secretary Zhang has already begun to struggle. If President Fu really has something to do with Yi Ning, how can he help them in public relations.

Fu Xiao still looked there, frowning slightly.

Someone outside reached out and rubbed the boy's hair, Zhang Yang puffed out his cheeks angrily.

click-

The door to Fu Xiao's office opened and closed.

Secretary Zhang walked out with an expressionless face and said to Su Zening, "Mr. Fu, let you go in." After speaking, he looked at the people gathered together and said, "What is it like chatting together during working hours."

After hearing too much, everyone who was already dead skinned away with a smile.

Only Su Zening looked at Secretary Zhang nervously and said, "Secretary Zhang, is there any problem with the report I sent in the morning?"

Two more words can already say a lot.

Secretary Zhang: …

For a moment, Secretary Zhang, who didn't know what to say, just waved his hand and motioned Su Zening to go in. Don't ask questions.

Su Zening, who was in an uneasy mood, walked in.

Inside, Fu Xiao was wearing only one shirt, with wide shoulders and narrow waist like a clothes rack. He sat at the desk and glanced at Su Zening.

With that one glance, the movements in Fu Xiao's hands stopped.

He recognized that the shirt the boy was wearing was indeed the one he had worn when he was young.

When he was young, he was still taller than the thin young man in front of him. The shirt was slightly larger, and the young man was getting thinner and thinner. The young man was not as meticulous in his clothes. Seeing his slender neck and the thin collarbone forming a vortex, his snow-white eyes dazzled.

The clothes that once tainted his smell were put on by the teenager in such a carefree manner, with innocent eyes.

Does he even know what that means.

Fu Xiao's eyes flashed deeply, and his breathing couldn't help but stagnate.

This man was born to treat him.

Seeing that Fu Xiao didn't speak for a long time, Su Zening defended himself fearfully: "Mr. Fu, is there any problem with that report? If it doesn't work, I'll change it."

Su Zening, who is already well versed in the rules of the office, said with a strong desire to survive: "Although I have never made a report before, and I have worked overtime in private to change it many times, I have also asked my seniors, but it is my fault that I did not do it well."

It's just perfect.

Fu Xiao was so angry and funny.

This cautious appearance is completely different from the appearance of the indomitable Fu Family Yiba of Little Sugar Cake.

Thinking of the fact that the young man did come to the company and suffered a lot of scorn, Secretary Zhang also deliberately made him feel bad in order to try him.

Fu Xiao, who has always been hard-hearted, even felt a little distressed.

No wonder Little Sugar Cake was always sulking at him during that time.

Fu Xiao looked at the report in front of him. It was well organized and much better than before. The young man has been making rapid progress, which made him a little gratified.

He looked at the young man and asked in a soft voice, "It's been so long since you came to Xingchen, do you want to change your position?" Other interns don't have this kind of treatment. In any position, they naturally have to stay honest. After that, Little Sugar Cake is naturally unusual. He feels that Little Sugar Cake is serious but has no interest in this job.

His soft voice made Su Zening vigilant. With a strong desire to survive, he said without even thinking, "Of course it's according to President Fu's arrangement."

Fu Xiao: "…"

Fu Xiao took a deep breath and said nonsense without changing his face: "Each intern can adjust his position once."

Su Zening was relieved. After thinking about it, his eyes could not help but drift to Fu Xiao's rest room. The maintenance of the rest room was also the responsibility of the assistants.

His eyes lit up, wouldn't he have a chance to get his money back?

Su Zening glanced at Fu Xiao's face secretly, thinking that Fu Xiao didn't seem to be lying, and said boldly, "I'll help President Fu take care of personal affairs." The lounge is also in personal affairs, for fear of Fu Xiao misunderstanding. He also specifically added: "For example, cleaning the lounge or something."

Maybe it was a guilty conscience, his voice lacked confidence, it sounded a little soft, and inexplicably had a bit of tenderness.

Among all the duties of an assistant, this one is the closest to him personally.

The tip of Fu Xiao's heart was like a burst of spring water, he sighed and said, "If you want to, do it. The rest of the time you learn from Secretary Zhang, and follow him to deal with some things." Following Secretary Zhang is the most learned.

Su Zening was so excited that he almost jumped up, but when he thought that he was still in Fu Xiao's office, he quickly pursed his lips and said, "Thank you, Mr. Fu, can I go now?"

Fu Xiao looked at the boy who couldn't hide his smile and nodded.

Are you so happy with yourself?

He sighed inwardly.

The innocent and ignorant young man is very fond of him. But does he really know what he's doing?

You have to take responsibility yourself.

Having seen too many ignorant and tragic endings of love at a young age, there is no doubt that he should be more cautious.

Fu Xiao's eyes froze, did he want to temporarily distance them from each other?

And the old man, the small sugar cake will definitely not be returned. I thought that I would occasionally go to accompany the small sugar cake for two days.

I don't know how to give the old man a cat now?

Indulging in a weekend of leisurely candy canes and found a strange thing.

Fu Xiao seems to be a little strange recently.

He couldn't tell where exactly.

Just like sleeping at night, he has always been lying in Fu Xiao's arms.

And last night, Fu Xiao actually took a pillow and let him sleep on that pillow alone.

And now.

The sound of water splashing in the bathroom came.

At the door of the bathroom, a dignified white cat squatted in front, cautiously stretched out its paws, and pushed the door open.

The door was locked from the inside?

Didn't Fu Xiao come in and out of his room casually?

Something must have happened that he didn't know.

The snow-white dumpling looked left and right, glanced around the room, and then his eyes fell on the tablet placed on the bedside table.

Knowing how to open the phone, Sherlock Holmes began to look up Fu Xiao's browsing records—

Um?

What kind of cat is docile?

Candy Cake: ! !

He knows it!

Follow the browsing records to find the conversation between Fu Xiao and Secretary Zhang.

The last sentence is impressively "Choose a docile kitten as soon as possible."

Like being struck by lightning!

Sugar Cake looked at the bathroom in disbelief! Sure enough, the indifference these days is not without reason.

Are you not cute enough? Or are you not likable enough?

Are you not docile?

Fu Xiao actually wanted to buy other cats?

He really is a big pig's hoof!

Look at a few pictures of cute kittens sent by Secretary Zhang.

Thinking that after Fu Xiao brought a few cats home, the group of kittens would take over their own cat toys, grab their own food with innocent eyes, and share their cat litter.

He's about to explode!

A click.

Fu Xiao came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bathrobe.

There was still water vapor in the bathroom.

The collar of the bathrobe was slightly low and water droplets flowed down Fu Xiao's chin along his broad chest. Fu Xiao's shoulders were wide and firm, with deep muscle lines. Standing there, his limbs were slender, and he was probably the top model under Xingchen. Nothing compares to it.

The little sugar cake didn't move, his blue eyes looked at Fu Xiao expressionlessly, the long-haired cat ignored Fu Xiao, jumped on his bed, and silently gave Fu Xiao "specially" prepared for him I took the pillow off, dragged it to the carpet not far away, and made it up.

Fu Xiao was stunned by the action of wiping his hair, watching the action of the little sugar cake.

Who made him angry again?

He walked beside Candy Cane and stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Candy Cane's back, but his fingers just touched Candy Cane's back, and what appeared in his mind was a lively and flamboyant boy lying on his bed Yingyingchuochuo's exposed waistline.

Fu Xiao sighed imperceptibly, retracted his hand, went back to the bed and lay down, turning off the light by the bedside.

in darkness.

The little sugar cake is going to faint!

Fu Xiao didn't even come to coax him?

All kinds of grievances came to mind for a while. Fu Xiao wanted to keep other cats. He didn't disagree. He was not a stingy person, but Fu Xiao didn't even say a word to him. He slept aside?

He didn't believe it if it wasn't because of the kitten?

The cat hasn't come yet, should it give way? Wait for it to come, then?

In this case, he is as Fu Xiao wished!

The little sugar cake opened his eyes aggrieved, and opened the bedroom door from the inside in a fit of anger. The white cat picked up the small pillow and walked to the living room without looking back.

He always has no problem sleeping in the living room, right?

Let him go to Fu Xiao's room in the future, and he won't go!

In the dark living room, the marble floor was icy cold, and the sound of the wind whistling outside came from the huge French windows.

Little Sugar Cake squatted in the living room, amidst the loneliness and desolation, and couldn't help but feel the sadness coming from it.

It's okay to say he's stingy, but when he thinks of Fu Xiao taking care of other kittens, he doesn't know why he feels so sad.

There was no way he could live peacefully with those kittens. Rather than driving the kitten away and being misunderstood by Fu Xiao, he might as well take a step forward, since Yi Ning's identity can still protect him by his side.

He still has some prestige in the cat group, and he should be able to make a living as a stray cat.

Think so.

Little Sugar Cake pushed open the floor-to-ceiling windows, ready to return to the cats.

Just after walking a few steps, he gnashed his teeth and turned back to his cat litter.

If you go wandering by yourself, you can't cheapen your toys for that little spicy chicken, these are all bought for him by his fans! Only he can play.

With his claws, he put all the toys into the cat's nest, and Little Sugar Cake took a cat's nest toy out of the yard.

Then he thought that he was still in Fu Xiao's room with some toys.

Returning to Fu Xiao's room, Fu Xiao was still unconscious in his sleep.

The little sugar cake got angry when he saw it, jumped to Fu Xiao's pillow, and patted Fu Xiao's face with a meat pad to relieve his anger.

Fu Xiao frowned, and subconsciously reached out and touched it, until he touched the hot dumpling, and then he took it to his arms and fell asleep peacefully.

The little sugar cake in his arms looked at Fu Xiao's profile. Thinking about how Fu Xiao hugged him and comforted him these days.

My heart softened.

He and Fu Xiao are also friends, not to mention that he has protected Fu Xiao all the way, and he has a sense of responsibility towards Fu Xiao.

There was a firm look in the little sugar cake's eyes.

He is not a child, he must focus on the overall situation. If Fu Xiao doesn't like him the most, he doesn't like him the most. Anyway, he still has a grandfather, a housekeeper, and countless fans on the Internet who call themselves Ma Ma.

He wants to be cool. Run away from home or something.

So he ran back outside panting again, and laboriously took the toys from the cathouse back to the living room.

Lying in the cat litter that was dragged back after hard work, Little Sugar Cake decided to sleep here tonight.

He still has this bit of backbone, so let that big pig's hoof Fu Xiao sleep alone.

Closing your eyes, the wind outside the living room whistled past, and there were bursts of strange noises, which were very infiltrating.

The plots of various horror movies that Fu Mingming watched along with Fu Mingming popped up in Xiaotangcake's mind at an inopportune time. This was the high-risk moment for horror movies in the early morning.

The white cat suddenly stood up, grabbed the seat cushion with stiff limbs, and walked hesitantly towards Fu Xiao's room. There was a sudden gust of wind behind him, and the shadows of the trees on the side wall shook, as if some monster was about to run out.

The small sugar cake stood upside down, spread his claws and ran back to Fu Xiao's room.

Lying on the warm bed, feeling Fu Xiao's body temperature, Xiaotangcake stretched out his paws expressionlessly and patted the cushion to the ground. The innocent cushion slid on the ground a few times before it stopped.

The little sugar cake lay contentedly in Fu Xiao's arms, smelled Fu Xiao's unique fragrance of the clear forest after the snow, and yawned tiredly.

Fuck the kitten! Fuck the bigger picture.

If those goblins dare to come, he will throw one of them.

His title of "Fu's Elvis" is not for nothing.

He doesn't mind letting those goblins feel what is real on earth!

The next day, Fu Xiao, who knew nothing, looked at the cat lying in his arms and showed a helpless and satisfied smile.

For some reason, the housekeeper's roar came from outside the half-opened bedroom door.

"Who didn't close the window last night?"