Transmigrated as the Villain’s Cat

The lemon scent of the shower gel on the boy's body pierced into Fu Xiao's body, Fu Xiao's mind swayed, and he took a step back calmly when he came back to his senses.

When he retired, Su Zening became even more anxious.

How could Fu Xiao be so stingy? Why was he angry for so long?

So he pulled the bath towel and moved it in the direction of Fu Xiao carelessly. When he moved, the small bath towel got in the way. Su Zening looked at the bath towel with disgust, thinking that he and Fu Xiao were both. The boy simply didn't care about the bath towel, and let the bath towel be pulled around his waist, revealing a beautiful waistline.

He said anxiously, "Fu Xiao, listen to me."

The young man's fair skin was a bit scorching, which made Fu Xiao dare not look at it. Fu Xiao turned his head with a dark face and walked away. After a while, he threw some clothes onto Su Zening and said, "Put on your clothes and then talk, what does it look like."

Su Zening picked up the few pieces of clothes that had been thrown around, put them on the tip of his nose and sniffed, the smell was fresh and pleasant like cedar, he didn't care about Fu Xiao standing beside him, carelessly put the clothes on his hair, aggrieved Justified: "It's not that I don't want to wear clothes? I don't."

Putting on clothes in front of Fu Xiao, Su Zening has no psychological obstacles.

He looked at the sports pants Fu Xiao gave him, and his long legs covered by a bath towel.

Su Zening hesitated.

Then he had a flash of inspiration, tucked his pants into the bath towel, and hid under the bath towel and changed his pants.

However, no matter how big the towel is, it is just a poor towel.

Clearly at this moment it was carrying a burden it should not have carried.

Su Zening, who was concentrating on fighting with his pants, didn't pay attention at all. Most of the bath towel had slipped down from his other side, revealing a large piece of white skin.

Fu Xiao squeezed the towel in his hand tightly, took a breath, and looked away from the boy.

After a while, Su Zening jumped off the bed and walked barefoot to Fu Xiao's side. The room was carpeted, the heating was turned on, and the weather in early winter didn't seem cold.

He carefully looked at Fu Xiao's face.

Fu Xiao didn't see any expression on his face, he didn't say anything and pushed the chair on the carpet towards Su Zening.

Su Zening sat down calmly.

The next second, a warm and soft towel gently covered his still wet hair, and a pair of broad and powerful hands gently dried his hair with the towel.

Su Zening could almost feel the temperature of Fu Xiao's fingers and the strength of the towel running through his hair.

It's Fu Xiao.

Su Zening couldn't help thinking.

He couldn't help but look up at Fu Xiao's face.

Fu Xiao's low voice sounded above Su Zening's head: "Don't move."

Su Zening sat still obediently.

Fu Xiao said, "What do you want to say?"

Hearing this, Su Zening's curved eyebrows furrowed into a deep Sichuan character, and looked at Fu Xiao secretly, like a child who did something wrong.

Fu Xiao's heart softened when he saw the young man's eyes.

If he doesn't want to say it, then why should he embarrass him like this.

Who knew that Su Zening thought for a moment, hesitated for a long time, and asked, "Fu Xiao, I concealed it so well, how could you find out?"

Very sincere tone.

Fu Xiao:  …

He was about to be laughed at by the young man. He stretched out his hands, trapped the young man between himself and the chair, and asked directly, "Your real name?"

He figured it out, he didn't need the slightest bit of euphemism in the face of teenagers.

Otherwise it would be like he is now - he still doesn't know what the boy's name is.

Trapped between the chair and Fu Xiao, Su Zening was so close that he could feel the scorching temperature on Fu Xiao's body. This temperature was unspeakably aggressive. He couldn't help shrinking back awkwardly, bowing his head and daring not to. Looking at Fu Xiao: "Su Zening."

Is it also Xiao Ning?

The boy's obedient attitude made Fu Xiao feel much better, and Fu Xiao asked again, "How old are you... how old are you this year?" His voice was vaguely uneasy.

Su Zening frowned and tried to count. He was nineteen years old when he died, plus he had been a cat for half a year, so he said uncertainly, "Twenty years old?"

There was no change on Fu Xiao's face, but his eyes suddenly loosened, and the faint sense of guilt in his heart was finally put down.

Well, it's already twenty. Much better than the sixteen seventeen I thought.

Fu Xiao asked again, "Are you a person who can turn into a cat, or a cat that can turn into a human?" This involves Xiaoning's secret, will Xiaoning be willing to tell it?

When Su Zening heard this, he didn't care that he was too close to Fu Xiao, and quickly raised his head to meet Fu Xiao's eyes, and the two looked at each other.

The boy's blue eyes were like the clear sky.

Fu Xiao's heart throbbed, and his heart suddenly became soft and outrageous. He thought that no matter what the young man said was true or false, he would believe it.

Su Zening didn't notice, and laughed and laughed: "Fu Xiao, what's the matter with you, of course I'm a human, how could I be a cat?" For this reason, Fu Xiao actually thought he was a cat. cat.

Fu Xiao is too stupid!

Fu Xiao couldn't help clenching the fingers on the back of the chair.

When it comes to **** him off, teenagers always have an amazing talent.

He couldn't help it anymore, he stretched out a hand, pressed the boy's chin, his fingers were slightly hard, forcing the boy to look at him, and said in a low voice: "Yeah, why didn't I find out that you are alone earlier? What? Huh?"

The skin under his fingertips was as smooth and delicate as he had imagined.

Rao's nerves were as thick as Su Zening, and he also noticed that something was wrong. He pressed his chin slightly, trying to break free from Fu Xiao's hand, but the hand was cast iron and could not be shaken. The two were very close, and his face He could almost feel the heat from Fu Xiao's breath.

By the way, Fu Xiao's body temperature is relatively high, and sleeping on top of him is always warm.

Wait, what does he want to do with this?

What is Fu Xiao doing?

Forced to meet Fu Xiao's dark eyes, Fu Xiao's eyes seemed to have a whirlpool, and Su Zening, who clearly wanted to look away, didn't know why his body could not move as if he didn't obey.

Su Zening's face turned red, and his heart was beating for no apparent reason.

Fu Xiao is really annoying!

At this moment, Ding Ding Ding's cell phone rang.

Fu Xiao didn't move.

The bell rang for a while, then stopped, and after a while, it continued to ring unrelentingly in the room.

Su Zening swallowed his saliva, pointed to the phone and said, "Your phone is ringing."

Fu Xiao gave him a meaningful look, let him go, stood up and turned around to answer the phone.

Su Zening breathed a sigh of relief when Fu Xiao picked up the phone and turned to stare at him. Su Zening immediately sat back obediently on the back of the chair, looking obedient and obedient.

Fu Xiao couldn't help pulling down the collar of his white shirt and absentmindedly made a call to Secretary Zhang.

Secretary Zhang on the other end of the phone said conscientiously, "Song Mingwei has been brought under control. The police will soon come to take Song Mingwei away. She is clamoring to see you. Do you want to come over?"

Fu Xiao's voice paused slightly, and all his eyes were full of the young man in the chair, and he said absently, "No."

Waste of time, why goodbye.

The three words Song Mingwei should have completely disappeared from his life.

Secretary Zhang on the other end of the phone was silent for a while. Hang up and then disconnect the phone.

The woman who was controlled in the room said: "Let Fu Xiao come to see me, I am the one who gave birth to him, he can't treat me like this."

Secretary Zhang walked over.

The previously elegant woman was arrested by Secretary Zhang at the place where President Fu was originally going to be imprisoned, and all the stolen goods were captured.

Secretary Zhang said, "President Fu will not come to see you."

Realizing that Fu Xiao would not come again, Song Mingwei immediately changed her face, sneered, and cursed: "It's true that God doesn't have eyes, I should strangle Fu Xiao to death as soon as he was born."

He looked at Song Mingwei, and he couldn't help thinking of his mother. Although his mother always retreated violently towards his father, he knew that his mother loved him and his sister.

How could Mr. Fu's mother be like this?

How can there be a mother who kills her own child?

He couldn't help saying, "You really don't deserve to be a mother."

Who knew that Song Mingwei couldn't help sneering when she heard this sentence: "Mother, whose mother? Fu Xiao is also worthy? Fu family is also worthy?" Song Mingwei's voice was a little scary, and she said mockingly at this moment: " If Fu Xiao wants to blame, go to the Fu family, and let people like him live well in the Fu family. Back then, my Song family was no worse than the Fu family in terms of family background. The worst thing I did in my life, Song Mingwei, was believing in Fu. The nonsense of the family, married Fu Yunxi."

"I shouldn't have listened to the nonsense of the old Fu family for a while and gave birth to Fu Xiao."

She stared at Secretary Zhang, and that look made Secretary Zhang's heart feel cold.

Song Mingwei said with strong hatred in her eyes: "On the day I gave birth to Fu Xiao, there were only people from the Fu family. After giving birth to Fu Xiao, I no longer have the ability to have children. The Fu family is really a good planner."

"The Song family has only one daughter, do you know what this means? In the future, the Song family will only have Fu Xiao as an heir, and the Fu family will swallow up the Song family without a second thought, while our Song family will grit their teeth. Swallow this breath. Why should I swallow this breath?"

She was disgusted by the Fu family's calculations, and even more hated her blindness because of love.

"Fu Xiao was born to **** the blood of the Song family." Song Mingwei was already hysterical, "He came to the Song family to collect debts, and he owed the Song family since he was born."

Secretary Zhang shook his head, and he took a deep look at Song Mingwei: "But Mr. Fu also has the blood of the Song family on his body, right? Mr. Fu can have the surname Song."

What's more, it doesn't matter who calculated who in the first place?

What's wrong with Mr. Fu? The most pitiful person should be Mr. Fu, who was used as a tool by the two families.

Secretary Zhang looked at the woman hysterically swearing over there, and his heart was complicated. No matter what the sex, the evidence was conclusive, Song Mingwei couldn't turn over this time.

Fortunately, this woman will never have a chance to appear in President Fu's life again.

It's just that Song Mingwei should have a good look at how to find that group of people. If it weren't for the little sugar cake, Mr. Fu would almost have...

By the way, I don't know what happened to the small sugar cake.

At this moment, the little sugar cake that Secretary Zhang was thinking about, sat across the chair with his legs upside down, his hands resting on the back of the chair, his head resting on his hands, and looked at him without blinking: "That's it."

He just selectively told Fu Xiao something.

Fu Xiao rubbed his forehead and said, "You said that you were originally a person, but he was turned into a cat by a person, and then came to my side by chance?"

Su Zening nodded with a guilty conscience. He didn't tell Fu Xiao his original destiny. He felt that Fu Xiao might not be happy to know this.

And he didn't want Fu Xiao to be unhappy.

The entanglement and struggle in his eyes were all seen by Fu Xiao, and Fu Xiao sighed in his heart. Xiaoning still has something to hide from him, but it doesn't matter, one day Xiaoning will tell everything.

However, he only cares about one other thing now.

He asked calmly, "When are you leaving?" After speaking, he looked at Su Zeming's expression carefully, not letting go of anything.

Su Zeming raised his head in confusion: "Leave?" Then he reacted inconceivably and looked up at Fu Xiao, as if looking at a heartless man and said, "What? Do you still want me to leave!"

He stared at Fu Xiao angrily.

Didn't he lie to Fu Xiao? Why is Fu Xiao so careful? Could it be that he wasn't the one who kissed him before? How could he change his face so fast.

Seeing the boy's reaction, the big stone in Fu Xiao's heart finally fell to the ground.

Never thought of leaving him?

He looked at the squirrel-like face of the young man, and his heart moved slightly. He leaned down and approached the young man's face. The young man's face was white and smooth, and the curled eyelashes were like butterfly wings.

Su Zening was still thinking, every time he became a human being, his treatment plummeted compared to that of a cat. Before he could understand why, Fu Xiao's face suddenly came close to him, and Su Zening stepped back vigilantly: "what you do?"

Fu Xiao didn't want to punish him.

He just finished.

Fu Xiao was caught off guard and kissed his lips like a little bit of water. Su Zening opened his eyes wide, his lips were warm to the touch, and his nose was lingered by the faint scent of cedar on Fu Xiao's body.

What is Fu Xiao doing?

Fu Xiao looked at Su Zening deeply and said, "Don't you leave?" The taste of those lips was as sweet and delicious as he imagined.

His heart was not as calm as it seemed on the surface, which was a confession.

Xiao Ning, will he agree?

Who knows, the young man was stunned for a moment, his face flushed, he gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, Fu Xiao, do you want to use this method to drive me away? Why are you so stingy, I didn't mean to lie to you. Besides, your house is still in my name. If you die, I won't leave."

What is this and what?

Fu Xiao couldn't help it anymore, he clenched the boy's chin tightly, kissed deeply, his mouth was intertwined, and his hot breath was entangled between the two.

As soon as the kiss ended, Fu Xiao's breathing became unsteady. He seemed to have used a lot of self-control to separate himself from the boy, and said hoarsely: "Do you understand now? I want to do this every day, I don't want to. Be your so-called friend, or be your master."

He took a deep breath and said decisively, "Either agree and stay with me, or refuse and leave me."

He didn't want to be friends with Su Zening, not at all.

Of course, if the young man chooses to leave, he is afraid that he will take the young man home even if he goes to the ends of the earth.

After all, he was never a good person.

The boy bit his lip and looked at him with wide eyes.

Fu Xiao couldn't bear it in his heart, he was always defeated in front of the young man.

Forget it, why should he make it so difficult for him.

He is still young after all.

Just when Fu Xiao was frustrated and wanted to give up.

The young man suddenly approached, the faint lemon aroma broke into his nose, and then the young man kissed his lips a little further without hesitation, tilted his head and said, "Do you want to be this kind of friend?"

Fu Xiao felt that his mind exploded all of a sudden, without the slightest sense of reason. He forced one hand to wrap his arms around the boy's waist and made him stick tightly to his body. The boy seemed to sense something was wrong and wanted to tilt his head back. However, Fu Xiao's other hand had already firmly held the back of the boy's head.

The kiss seemed to have some other meaning, and it gradually got out of control.

Fu Xiao picked up the boy, hugged and kissed him, then walked to the bed, breathing disorderly, and threw the boy on the soft bed.

The blush in the corner of the boy's eyes caused inexplicable malice in his heart.

He took a deep breath and leaned down, trying to deepen the kiss.

However, with a bang.

The boy under him disappeared, a snow-white cat struggled to get out of his clothes, shook his hair, looked at Fu Xiao with blue eyes, tilted his head and said innocently: "Meow~"