Transmigrated as the Villain’s Cat

Chapter 58: your tie is crooked

When Fu Xiao opened his eyes, sure enough, he saw the little sugar cake back in his arms.

It must be said that there was a secret joy in his heart.

Did the sugar cake really stick to him?

He got up together, and opened his eyes in a daze on the little candy cane lying on his chest.

Fu Xiao habitually stretched out his slender hand.

Originally at this time, the little sugar cake would rub his head against his hand.

But today, after the white long-haired cat woke up, it shook its furry head, jumped arrogantly to the bedside table, looked at Fu Xiao condescendingly, let out an inexplicable meow, and then arrogantly tossed it away Fluffing his fluffy tail, he jumped off the bedside table, turning his face and not recognizing anyone.

Still angry.

Fu Xiao probably understood why, but——

The young man in his head was still appearing and disappearing, the slender and handsome man sighed imperceptibly and walked into the bathroom.

When he came out after washing up, the white long-haired cat squatted on the table without even looking at him.

Fu Xiao turned around, and a scorching gaze stared at his back.

It's just hard to ignore.

As soon as he turned his head, that line of sight disappeared, and there was only a white cat licking its paws as if nothing had happened, and the cat's face was literally covered with "I'm not staring at you".

Fu Xiao: …

One person and one cat go downstairs.

The little sugar cake, who used to squat on Fu Xiao's shoulders, ran downstairs by himself. The snow-white cat raised its tail, ran down the stairs nimbly, jumped to the closet next to the butler's grandfather, raised its head, looked at the butler innocently with blue eyes, meowing.

As for the half-open window, what does it have to do with him?

Blame Fu Xiao!

"Yo little sugar cake got up." The housekeeper said with a smile. In fact, he usually doesn't care about such trivial matters. Today, because of such trivial matters, he is in a bad mood.

The bad reason is that Father Fu's villa was lively this morning.

The villa welcomed a new owner today, and Fu Xiao had a younger brother who was just full moon.

Father Fu and Bai Yangxin had been fighting for more than half a year. Although Bai Yangxin and Father Fu were separated, this woman still cried and begged to give birth to the child based on her understanding of Father Fu.

When this humiliated child was born, Father Fu's mood was very complicated, so naturally he didn't make much fanfare. Today, the child was just picked up from the hospital, and not many people outside knew that there was a third young master in the Fu family.

Fu Xiao walked over behind Xiao Tangcake. He walked to Xiao Tangcake's side. The white cat with its head sticking out had bright eyes. He couldn't help reaching out and approaching Xiao Tangcake's chin.

The housekeeper looked at Fu Xiao hesitantly and said, "Master, the child was brought back over there—"

After all, it is also the younger brother of the young master, and it is so close that it does not seem to be very good to ignore him.

Hearing this, Fu Xiao scratched his chin and said, "The old man has a much better temper." This child could not have been born without the approval of the old man. In fact, Fu Xiao was not the eldest son of the Fu family. Before Fu Xiao was born, Fu Wei's mother was pregnant with one. At that time, Fu Yunxi naively thought that Mr. Fu could agree to the marriage for the sake of his grandson.

As a result, Mr. Fu vividly taught Fu Yunxi a lesson.

He forcibly let the child shed.

Now the old man is really old, and his heart is much softer.

When this happened before, Mr. Fu would never let Bai Yangxin give birth to this child.

Of course, Bai Yangxin had already been swept out of Fu's house. And Fu Yunxi really didn't dare to say a word.

Fu Xiao didn't care and said to the housekeeper, "Let them make trouble."

The butler nodded, he also meant it.

at breakfast time.

The little sugar cake has the backbone to push his breakfast to the living room.

TV shows are playing in the living room.

When Fu Xiao came out of the restaurant, he saw in front of the TV that the snow-white hairballs could only eat half of their breakfast. He stood up, raised his tail, widened his eyes, and watched the TV series excitedly.

In the TV series, a woman in an ancient palace dress said tearfully, "I can't do it with a concubine."

Rong Hang, the ancient emperor version next to him, walked away with a look of anger.

Fu Xiao: …

What is this and what?

Fu Xiao asked the housekeeper with a headache, "What's going on?"

The housekeeper smiled and said, "This is the complete work of Rong Hang copied by Miss Mingming for Xiao Tang Gao. Xiao Tang Gao is my favorite in this TV series. I have watched it back and forth many times."

Fu Xiao rubbed his forehead: "Don't put these on the sugar cakes in the future." The sugar cakes are still small, so I look at this every day. I used to think that Little Sugar Cake could not understand it, but now that I know that Little Sugar Cake can understand, obviously I can't follow him.

The butler asked puzzled, "Then what?"

Fu Xiao thought about the programs that the little sugar cakes liked in the past, and reluctantly picked out one that was okay——

"federal Society."

After breakfast, one person and one cat went to work in a hurry.

There was a conference call in the car today. When Fu Xiao arrived at the company, it was already a little late. He couldn't help thinking that the small sugar cake seemed to be teleportable. No wonder he had never noticed anything wrong. Every time he came home, the little sugar cake had already changed back.

After counting the time, the small sugar cake should already be in the office.

However, it turned out that he thought too much.

In front of the elevator in the Xingchen Building, the young man who was supposed to be in the office was panting with his waist on his back in a panic.

Fu Xiao: …

Su Zening held the elevator entrance with one hand, while bending over and panting.

He didn't want to be in such a hurry, but it was a cat meeting this morning. As a responsible Elvis, he naturally wanted to preside over the meeting, and the big spicy chicken from Fat Orange still had a lot of nonsense, so he was procrastinating until now.

The dedicated elevator on the top floor has not come down yet.

Su Zening looked at his phone.

It's about time for Secretary Zhang's morning meeting. If he's late, Secretary Zhang will peel him off.

Thinking of Secretary Zhang's furious appearance, the poor, weak and innocent man froze.

At this moment, a cold voice said: "Come here."

Su Zening turned his head to look in the direction of the sound, Fu Xiao was standing aside, his special elevator had arrived.

Su Zening's eyes lit up as if he saw a savior, and walked over to the elevator behind Fu Xiao.

After waiting for the elevator, Su Zening realized that something was wrong. Isn't this the transparent elevator that he hates the most?

As the elevator slowly ascended, the ground under the transparent glass on the soles of the feet continued to shrink.

Su Zening's face was pale, and his heart was pounding.

He couldn't help clenching his palms.

"Come here." A cold voice sounded in his ears.

Su Zening raised his head blankly.

There are only two of them in the elevator.

Is this Fu Xiao calling him?

The cold-faced man repeated, "Come here."

Su Zening let out a soft cry, and took a big step forward. His hands were busy between the corners. His step was a little big. When he stopped, he found that he was a little closer to Fu Xiao.

It was so close that I could feel the temperature of Fu Xiao's body.

Su Zening's ears turned red for some unknown reason. He looked down at the ground in a panic. Only then did he realize that Fu Xiao asked him to come over because of the special angle of this piece. The elevator door was right in front of him, and because of the angle, he was under his feet. Can't see most of the ground, although there is still a little, but it is still within the range that he can accept.

This can be said to be the most friendly place to this elevator.

The only problem was that it was too close, so close that he could feel the shiver from Fu Xiao's warm breath on his skin.

He glanced aside awkwardly.

"The bow tie is crooked." After a moment of silence, Fu Xiao's low voice rang in his ear.

Su Zening felt numb in his heart. It felt so strange.

He hurriedly looked at Fu Xiao. Today, Fu Xiao was wearing a white shirt with a pure black tie. Even Su Zening saw how it fit into Fu Xiao's tight muscles.

Does Fu Xiao mean that his bow tie is crooked?

Su Zening stretched out his hand, hesitantly, raised his blue eyes and looked at Fu Xiao in confusion.

With a document in his hand, it was indeed difficult to adjust the position of the bow tie.

The young man's eyes were innocent and confused. Due to the distance, only the reflection of Fu Xiao was in his icy blue eyes at the moment. He was thin and slender, his skin was fair and delicate, and the tips of his ears were slightly red.

Fu Xiao's breathing almost stopped.

After hesitating for a moment, the young man stretched out his slender and white knuckles to move under his Adam's apple. The knuckle of his **** accidentally touched his Adam's apple and a strange feeling arose. The young man put his finger on his bow tie, the temperature of his finger It was passed on to him through the shirt, and the boy moved his bow tie slightly, then smiled contentedly on his picturesque face, with shallow dimples on his cheeks, tilted his head and asked him seriously, "Is this okay? "

This action is too intimate and too easy to give people an illusion.

Ding sound.

The elevator has arrived.

The elevator door opened, and the document in Xiao Liu's hand outside the door fell to the ground with a clatter.

Fu Xiao took a step back with an indiscernible expression, and Xiao Liu walked out.

Su Zening shook his head strangely, a little confused, what's wrong?

He didn't help Fu Xiao adjust his progress.

Then he hummed softly.

His image is reflected on the metal bars along the edge of the elevator.

His tie was almost halfway crooked on the shirt he was casually wearing this morning.

It was him.

For some reason, Su Zening's face turned red.