Transmigrated as the Villain’s Cat

Fu Xiao looked sideways at the little sugar cake curled up on the carpet.

The little sugar cake exuded the frustration of ignoring me, and noticed that Fu Xiao's eyes just curled up a little more.

Fu Xiao hesitantly looked at the tablet—

These browsing records?

He suddenly had a secret thought in his heart. Fu Xiao felt a little dry in the moment. He got himself a glass of ice water from the freezer in the room. The ice water in the entrance calmed him down. He thought about it and hit An internal call to the housekeeper: "Has anyone used a tablet recently?"

The housekeeper thought back carefully: "Yesterday, Miss Mingming came to play with the small sugar cake for a while. I saw her using it. What's wrong? Young master?"

Has Fu Mingming used it?

Fu Xiao held up the water glass for a while, and there was an inexplicable loss in his heart, but he couldn't detect any difference in his voice and said, "It's nothing."

Even if Fu Mingming is not mentioned, his tablet is for entertainment, and any staff member in this house can use it.

What does a row of search records say?

What is he thinking, is it possible that the small sugar cake can still use a tablet?

He put the ludicrous thought aside.

The housekeeper on the other end of the phone was a little embarrassed and said hesitantly, "Master, we haven't found the person that Director Angus is looking for. The staff of the villa have searched all over, and there is no match."

Fu Xiao was not in the mood to care about it now, he rubbed his forehead and said, "Look again, since the audio was recorded in the villa, the person must be in the villa."

After hanging up the phone. Fu Xiao drank the ice water in the glass at one go, how much he expected just now, how much disappointment is now.

On the carpet, the small sugar cakes were still curled up dejectedly.

Looking at the search records on the computer, Fu Xiao went in one by one.

I can't help laughing and laughing when I see photos of various cats with miserable hair loss in the browser, and I think of Xiaotangcake's overreaction to brushing today. As a molting period, Xiaotangcake's lanugo sheds a lot of hair, and the new hair is still there. It didn't grow, which caused the cookie to look now—

Well, the euphemism is that the hair is a little sparse.

He had heard from pet doctors before that some pets are very concerned about their appearance, and shaving cats like this will make them sad for a long time. The same is true for the small sugar cake. Every time I pass the mirror, the small sugar cake has to squat in front of it and look carefully for a long time.

Moreover, he has long realized that Xiaotangcake is a very smart kitten, far more than ordinary cats, and even Fu Xiao thinks that Xiaotangcake can understand the meaning of human beings and communicate with humans as long as it is willing.

Can cats do this?

He didn't want to look into it.

It's enough as long as his little sugar cake is always by his side, and he can ignore the rest.

The little sugar cake just needs to be a carefree cat by his side.

Fu Xiao stepped forward and hugged the little sugar cake in his arms, and the little sugar cake rubbed in his arms aggrievedly, screaming very sadly.

Shit shovel officer!

He just looked in the mirror, and his hair is really about to fall out, especially on the top of his head.

He's going to be a bald kitten.

The grievance in that voice could almost overflow.

Fu Xiao touched the little candy cake in distress, he couldn't help thinking—

Fu Mingming is such an old man, why doesn't he take it seriously, and show the photos to Xiao Tangcake.

How small is the sugar cake, how can it withstand being scared.

Thinking of the Swiss ski trip scheduled for Fu Mingming's birthday this year, Fu Xiao shook his head—

What kind of snow to ski, or stay in the country.

At this time, Fu Mingming, who was devastated by the unknown singing in his live studio, perfectly explained what it means to be done at home, and the pot came from the sky.

"Little Candy Cake." Fu Xiao wanted to comfort the little thing in his arms, but he didn't know how to say it. He knew that Little Candy Cake was very smart, but he didn't know how smart he was. Can he understand the cat? Some phenomena that must be experienced in the process of growing up.

He thought about it and turned on the projection in the bedroom. There was a blank wall in his bedroom as a projection screen.

The melodious and lively music sounded, and Su Zening, who was lying in Fu Xiao's arms, moved his ears. How could he hear the kitten's meow. He raised his head and saw three adorable kittens with watery eyes projected on the blank wall.

Su Zening's mind exploded.

The azure almond eyes looked at Fu Xiaowan as if he were looking at a heartless man, meowing with disbelief.

Big pig's hoof!

Am I not cute?

You actually went to see other cats in front of me?

Jealousy makes cats ugly.

Su Zening's series of accusatory meows made Fu Xiao smile too. He stretched out his hand and wrapped the white cat in his arms. The white kitten lying in his arms was softly puffed up with a pink pad. Beating his chest, although he kept screaming, the voice of the little sugar cake was naturally squeamish, without any imposing manner, so it seemed like he was acting like a spoiled child.

Fu Xiao squeezed his pink meat pad, it was bouncy and soft, he couldn't help but kissed gently at the corner of his mouth and said, "Come on, let's see how you can grow up together."

He is playing a documentary about a cat growing up.

But Su Zening doesn't care anymore, he has only one thought in his whole body now—

Fu Xiao, kiss him! ! !

The big rascal!

Watch a documentary about how cats grow up from a kitten.

Su Zening also calmed down, didn't he just kiss him, he is so cute, it's normal for Fu Xiao to want to kiss him.

Especially Su Zening is very happy now.

It turns out that he is changing his hair now. The kitten in the documentary was balder than him when he changed his hair, but he is still a beautiful cat after changing his hair.

Hahaha he won't turn into a bald kitten, that's great!

Fu Xiao looked at the little sugar cake whose eyes lit up again, and felt relieved.

Su Zening looked up just in time to see Fu Xiao breathed a sigh of relief, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

Did Fu Xiao watch the documentary with him specially?

Is it because you are worried about him?

Is this—is this Fu Xiao's tenderness?

The night is already deep.

Fu Xiao turned around and was about to go to sleep, when he saw the milky white dumplings crawling from his pants into his arms like lightning, rubbing affectionately in his arms, and his mouth kept meowing.

Fu Xiao was stunned for a moment, and with a smile in his eyes, he stretched out his hand to hold the tail of the small sugar cake, holding it tighter, but he couldn't help but say, "What's the trouble at night."

Su Zening let out a sweet meow.

He's not making trouble, he's just—

I just feel that his Fu Xiao—

It's so good.

He likes his Fu Xiao so much.

He heard shallow and regular breathing in his ears.

Su Zening opened his eyes.

He looked at Fu Xiao's profile in his sleep, and then at the gemstone necklace on his neck. He also thought, and wanted to give Fu Xiao a gift.

But what gift should a cat give?

Silly Bai Tian should know.

The white cat cautiously left the sleeping Fu Xiao's arms.

Su Zening breathed a sigh of relief until he left the soft bed.

Following the address that silly Baitian said during the day, Su Zening found a place for cats to meet.

The address for the cat gathering was on a **** outside Fu's house.

Under the bright moonlight, more than ten cats gathered together in a circle.

Su Zening saw silly Baitian from a distance, the white kitten heaved a sigh of relief, put down the dried fish and a bag of cat food that was taller than himself, which he accidentally pulled out from under Fu Xiao's bed, and stepped on it with pride. The bag of cat food, the fluffy little tail flicked, raised his head and said, "Meow-"

Silly white sweet, I'm here to play with you!

A meow.

A dozen cats around looked sideways at Su Zening at the same time.

A dozen pairs of cat eyes stared at Su Zening.

Su Zening felt a little empty in his heart, but on the surface he was still squatting on the cat food with self-compassion. Only then did he realize that the cat gathering seemed a bit strange, as if the atmosphere was a bit tense.

What's going on.

Silly Baitian said it was just an ordinary cat gathering?

Everyone is so nervous!

Fortunately, at this time, silly Baitian, wagging her little tail and walking her short legs, ran over affectionately and said, "Little white cat, you are here, I thought you would not come."

Silly Baitian is a breed of cat, Mankikang, whose two short legs can't get on cat food.

Xiao Hei couldn't stand it any longer, and with silly Baitian in his mouth, he jumped on the cat food sensitively.

Su Zening asked strangely, "What are you doing here? It's so strange."

Silly Baitian looked at Su Zening with a sweet smile, and bent her tail: "Little white cat, it's nothing serious."

"Hey—what are your thoughts?" In the middle of the cat group, a fierce adult cow cat squatted on the highest place, proudly saying to the cats: "If no cat comes out to challenge me, I will be your boss. "

Xiao Hei was not convinced: "Why do you want to be our boss, you are not our cat here."

The cow cat shamelessly licked its paws and said, "Because you can't beat me, meow."

Xiao Hei scratched his paws in anger, he glanced around, the cats here were either old or young, and the only adult cat who was doing the best, Xiao Hei's eyes fell on the ground like a piece of cake, licking his hair as if nothing had happened. on the orange cat Uncle.

Ugh! Better to rely on yourself.

rip-

The bag of dried small fish was opened—

The fragrant aroma of dried small fish drifted around, and the cats around couldn't help but look over.

Su Zening happily took a small dried fish and gave it to the heartless silly Bai Tian.

A shadow blocked the light of the street lamp in front of Su Zening.

Su Zening raised his head, the fierce cow cat was standing in front of him.

The little white cat smiled sweetly, her azure blue and golden eyes set off delicate and beautiful: "What's the matter?"

Seeing this strikingly similar scene, the little black and golden eyes suddenly widened, and yelled at the cow cat in panic, "Don't—"

However it didn't help.

The cow cat smiled evilly, stretched out its paws, held down the dried fish and said condescendingly: "Hey, the dried fish must be eaten by me first, the new little bald man."

Xiao Hei desperately covered his forehead—

Early the next morning, Fu Xiao was awakened by a meowing noise at the door.

And the little sugar cake that lay beside him every day was gone.

Fu Xiao frowned.

At this time, the always calm butler suddenly knocked on the door in a panic and said, "Young master, something strange happened at the door, come and have a look."

Fu Xiao was even more strange.

What can make the butler look like this.

Fu Xiao followed the housekeeper to the door and opened the door, he was also stunned.

In the well-manicured yard, on the trees, on the wooden benches, on the swings, and on the lawn, there were cats squatting everywhere. When they saw themselves, they just turned their heads to look at them, and continued to lick their fur coldly.

And their little candy cake is like an underworld boss, squatting impatiently on the highest table in the yard, looking down at the other cats.

And if he's not mistaken—

The cats were all lining up to be licked by the cookie.

The leader was a fierce-looking, muscular-looking cow cat several times larger than the small sugar cake. It jumped on the table reluctantly. The petite little sugar cake was not even half its height.

But Little Sugar Cake glanced over casually.

The cow cat's body trembled involuntarily, and bowed its head honestly.

The little sugar cake licked it with satisfaction.

Fu Xiao had heard that in the cat group, high-status cats licked the low-status cats.

His little candy?

At this moment, Little Sugar Cake found Fu Xiao.

The white kitten's eyes lit up all of a sudden, ran to Fu Xiao's feet, kept rubbing against Fu Xiao, and made a sweet whine.

Dozens of pairs of cat eyes stared at him.

Fu Xiao picked up the sugar cake without changing his face, and scratched the chin of the sugar cake.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the eyes of those cats looking at them were full of shock.

The little sugar cake was happily coquettish in Fu Xiao's arms. It looked soft and cute. The white kitten meowed proudly: "Meow meow—"

Shit shoveling officer, yesterday they were addicted to my cuteness, they must make me their boss, I'm great!

Cats who understand what the little white cat is saying:…

The cow cat who suffered the most humiliation of the cat last night closed her eyes in despair—

Omg! What kind of cat did it get beaten up!

Fu Xiao looked down at his little white cat—

Petite and cute, her blue eyes are as beautiful as gems.

He looked at the group of cats around him and fell into silence.

He suspected that Sugar Cake was bullying the other cats, but he had no proof.

The author has something to say: congratulations! The little sugar cake has become the boss of this piece!