Transmigrated as the Villain’s Cat

Fu Xiao did a great job!

The little sugar cake proudly tilted its fluffy little tail.

Outside the door, Fu Mingming walked in, saw a cat in the yard, stopped abruptly, rubbed his eyes in disbelief, stepped back outside the yard, saw the house number outside the yard, made sure he was right, and walked again came in.

There were more than 20 cats in the yard, looking at her coldly and continuing to lick each other's fur.

Fu Mingming gave full play to his keen intuition as an anchor, abandoned his pride as a game anchor, and immediately took out his mobile phone to live broadcast for a long time—

Sure enough, I got a bunch of screams of "ahhhhhh".

The housekeeper said with a smile: "Miss Mingming is here."

Fu Mingming looked at the room full of cats in shock: "What's going on?"

Butler: "It's a friend of Mr. Little Sugar Cake's guest. He'll be leaving soon."

Fu Mingming: …

She looked at the white dumpling at the door, and looked at more than 20 cats, with an unpredictable expression.

Little Sugar Cake may have more friends than she does!

Fu Mingming had something to do today. She hesitated for a while and then asked the housekeeper, "Did you find the person who sang that night?"

The butler looked serious and shook his head: "Not yet."

In fact, it was as if someone from the Fu family had popped up out of thin air, and there was no way to find out.

The Fu family is a security structure that is tight on the outside and loose on the inside. There are many cameras and patrol personnel around the manor, but there is nothing in the villa.

Fu Xiao is also a person who attaches great importance to privacy. There are only a few entrances and exits of the villa with cameras, and the surveillance has been searched over and over again. That night, at that time, no one came in or out at all.

Fu Mingming sighed. Until now, there are still a lot of people squatting in her live broadcast room. It's good to increase her popularity, but her live broadcast room also has a lot of contradictions.

Simply bald.

Fu Mingming lowered her head in frustration, and soon she wanted to leave. So many people were looking for that young man, and they could always find it. It would take a while at most, and when the wind passed her place would naturally calm down.

She casually asked the housekeeper, "Where's my cousin?"

Butler: "In the study."

When Fu Mingming heard this, he didn't ask any more questions, because Cousin would not let anyone in the study room casually, especially when he was in the office. With very few exceptions, the King of Heaven would have to wait outside when he came.

And this time.

The heavy wooden door and the small movable door of the study room were gently arched open from the outside, and the little fluffy head poked in, and the snow-white dumplings flexibly passed through the movable door.

Not long ago, Fu Xiao opened a small cat hole under the door of the house to facilitate the entry and exit of the small sugar cakes, and the same is true for the study.

Let's put it this way, there is no place in the whole Fu family where the small sugar cakes can't go.

Except for the kitchen.

Climbing into the study, Little Sugar Cake heard a familiar voice—

"Axiao, the little grandson of the Yi family will return to China in a few days and will go to Xingchen for an internship, remember to arrange it." An old but powerful voice came from the tablet.

This is Grandpa Fu Xiao's voice.

Xiao Tangcake's eyes suddenly brightened, wagging his tail, he ran to Fu Xiao's feet and patted Fu Xiao's trouser legs with his paws.

Hurry up and hold me up.

Fu Xiao glanced down at him with slightly dark eyes, and Little Sugar Cake hurriedly laid both front paws on Fu Xiao's legs to hug him, pulling his body slender and meowing urgently. However, a deep smile flashed in Fu Xiao's eyes, and he looked away casually, pretending not to understand anything.

snort! Do you think I can't do this?

The little sugar cake struggled, stretched out the paw in the meat pad, and flexibly climbed onto Fu Xiao's thigh in two strokes. He was no longer the little cat who couldn't climb up.

Excitedly, he laid his front paws on the desk, glanced at Fu Xiao proudly, and Little Sugar Cake raised his head to look at the tablet.

The old man in the tablet who had just completed the operation was in much better spirits. He looked at the kitten with half of his head on the desk, with a slight smile in his eyes: "Oh, did the little candy cake come to see Grandpa?"

Before the surgery, Xiaotangcake had a video call with Grandpa Fu. Now, seeing that Grandpa Fu Xiao is in good spirits and recovering well, Xiaotangcake tried her best to prop her short legs and exposed her head a little more from the desk. She was happy. 's meow.

How are you, Grandpa Fu Xiao.

It's good to see Grandpa Fu Xiao, but it's so tiring to stand on his feet. When will he grow taller? He can't be a dwarf all the time.

Fu Xiao seemed to be aware of his embarrassment, and lifted him up from below with one hand, holding him flush with the tablet, freeing him to pull his straight short legs, and the relieved little sugar cake turned back, obediently meow With a bang, he found a comfortable place in Fu Xiao's arms and went down.

On the other side of the tablet, Mr. Fu clicked his tongue with satisfaction when he saw the whole picture of the little sugar cake: "The little sugar cake has grown up and gained weight."

Sugar Cake smiled stiffly.

He didn't gain weight!

The lens must be fat, it must be.

Fu Xiao hooked his lips and scratched the small sugar cake's chin: "Little sugar cake is just right." The fleshy, soft one in his hands.

Mr. Fu laughed haha, but didn't speak, as if waiting for Fu Xiao to take the initiative to say something.

However, Fu Xiao lowered his head and touched the small sugar cake leisurely. Mr. Fu always went to the Three Treasures Palace without incident. It was not necessary for the youngest son of the Yi family to take the initiative to make this video call for that Mr. Fu.

The two ends of the video suddenly became quiet, and a strange atmosphere spread in the study.

Little Sugar Cake unknowingly played with her fluffy tail.

Finally, Mr. Fu sighed and said first, "Your father's business—"

Fu Xiao's eyes were indifferent: "He chose it himself, didn't he?"

Either that woman or that banquet.

No one ever forced him.

Mr. Fu said angrily: "Your father can't understand this matter. He is so old, and he is still married. Do you think the Fu family is not lively enough?" Mr. Fu scolded Fu Yunxi as usual.

Fu Xiao listened casually. He was used to hearing these words for a long time, and his heart was unmoved.

In this life, Mr. Fu has only one child, Fu Yunxi. The ambitious Mr. Fu has devoted all his energy to build a great land for his children and grandchildren. talent.

Mr. Fu didn't like this son. Fu Xiao grew up with Mr. Fu. I don't know how many times I saw Mr. Fu and scolded Fu Yunxi.

He was already familiar with this set. No matter what Fu Yunxi did, Mr. Fu would do nothing but scold him, and never received any substantial punishment.

It's called scolding, it's really condoning.

never changed.

No matter how old Mr. Fu is in the shopping mall, he is just a helpless and guilty father in front of Fu Yunxi.

Sure enough, after Mr. Fu scolded Fu Yunxi from the beginning to the end, his voice changed: "Axiao, I know that you and your father have a bad relationship, but he is also your father after all, and he has never done anything sorry for you in the end. —”

He had already expected that Fu Xiao's heart would be calm, and he interrupted directly: "I didn't do anything at the banquet."

Mr. Fu's voice froze, sighed, and shook his head helplessly. The old man's old eyes still had a little bit of eagle-like sharpness in his youth. He definitely said to Fu Xiao, "But Ah Xiao, you must have a way to stop it, right?"

Little Sugar Cake's blue eyes looked up at Fu Xiao.

Sure enough, Fu Xiao already knew what happened at the banquet, didn't he?

The degree of change in the plot changed on the night that Bai Yangxin came, which means that yesterday's farce that broke the dream of Bai Yangxin's wealthy family was doomed from that night. If it had nothing to do with Fu Xiao, he would not believe it.

He remembered that Fu Xiao had specially instructed him not to go to the banquet yesterday, so he must know something.

Fu Xiao didn't refute, he just looked at Mr. Fu, smiled and said, "Why should I stop it?"

Didn't he come this far in order to keep these people and things he hates away from him?

The atmosphere became awkward.

There, Mr. Fu seemed to want to say something.

The little sugar cake made a decisive decision, cut off the video communication with one paw, and the tablet turned into a black screen.

He simply praised his wit.

It didn't take long for Little Sugar Cake to feel a line of sight watching him from behind.

He froze all over, and as if nothing had happened, he tapped the tablet with his claws.

Then he thought again.

Why is he guilty?

Does the cat need a reason to close the communication?

Sitting on the tablet with a confident butt, Little Sugar Cake looked up at Fu Xiao, meowing loudly—

how?

Is it possible that your cat can't turn off your communication yet?

Is your communication important, or is your cat important?

Fu Xiao looked at the small sugar cake meaningfully.

Little Sugar Cake Youzi calmly squatted on the tablet with her head raised and her chest raised, her heart already fluttering.

Fu Xiao laughed softly, picked up the small candy cake, and threw the tablet aside carelessly, looking at the small candy cake thoughtfully and asked a devilish question—

"When your grandfather comes back from his illness, will you follow me or your grandfather?"

Candy Cake: ! ! ! ! ! ! !

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