Fast Through the Villain, Sweet and Wild

Anyway, Qiu Zhao was sure that he couldn't do such a heartless thing.

Holding the cat in the car, Qiu Zhao looked at the time again, it was already past eleven.

Qiu Zhao licked his back molars, his tone was inexplicable, "I wasted all of your time this morning."

Rong Xiaomiao, who was trying to pull the catnip out of the shopping bag: "???"

No one pointed a gun at you and asked you to buy this or that for the king, why do you complain? The king looks at you and is quite happy in it.

Men are duplicity.

In the future, he will kneel and beg for mercy.

Rong Huang lifted up a short jiojio with some effort. The fur was snow-white and fluffy, and the pink mat looked very cute.

Rong Huang decided that after she went back, she would roll around on the ground, and then let Feng Bingyi bathe her and wash her jiojio.

Rong Huang tried to open his toes, and the more he looked, the more lovely he felt, and he simply dropped his head and leaned closer to smell it.

It's Xiang Da.

Rong Huang yelled meowly, with a very good smell of orange.

The tusk sounded in his ears, and Rong Huang met Qiu Zhao's meaningful eyes as soon as he raised his head, and there was a bit of disgust in it.

Dislike...Why dislike this king?

"Why do you smell your feet? It should be smelly, right?"

According to Qiu Zhao, a mild hygiene patient, even after taking a bath, Rong Huang's feet have walked so far on the ground, how could it be clean.

Rong Huang almost scratched his face with a paw, and looked at your language proficiency, this awkward expression, and there would be no objection to say that you are lonely.

Rong Huang shook his little tail. I don't know how many times he used his **** to face Qiu Zhao and buried his cat's face in his shopping bag.

Vaguely, she seemed to smell a very attractive smell.

"Meow meow meow..."

Rong Huang was wagging his little tail, and his milk screamed, as if he had been soaked in icing for several days. It was a bit sweet.

Qiu Zhao frowned and turned his head to look at Rong Huang, only to see that Rong Huang's entire cat was almost buried in the shopping bag, only showing his two hind paws, a rounded butt, and a slender and fluffy tail.

The white tail was raised high and flickered in the air, it was really cute.

Qiu Zhao pressed his lower lip lightly, pulled Rong Huang out of the shopping bag, and half pressed it on his lap, "Don't move, or you won't be able to eat when you go home."

Rong Huang: "..." The dog man.

Driver: "..." He has been a driver for several years, and this is the first time he has seen his husband so rich and innocent.

It's really a rare thing.

Within half an hour, Maybach drove into Qiu Zhao's private residence.

Qiu Zhao took Rong Huang and got out of the car, carrying the crumpled shopping bag in one hand, and strode towards the door in a stride.

Qiu Zhao’s residence has only one servant. Qiu Zhao’s parents came to the enemy’s house when they were alive. They have a gentle temperament and seem to get along well with each other.

Rong Huang stared at Aunt Sun for a few seconds, raised his little paw and waved it, and said hello, "Meow~"

Hello Duck Meow~

Originally, Aunt Sun hadn't noticed the small group in Qiu Zhao's arms. She only noticed when she heard the cat cry. She had an unexpected expression and smiled and asked, "Sir, is this your cat?"

Qiu Zhao said in a low voice, "No."

The voice was not high, and was suppressed by Rong Huang's continuous meows.

Of course, Aunt Sun did not hear clearly, thinking that Rong Huang was Qiu Zhao's cat, and the expression on her face became more gentle, "Do I need to prepare another room for the kitten?"

Aunt grandson has never raised a cat, but she also knows that cats are all delicate creatures and must be spoiled.