Transmigrated as the Villain’s Cat

In the evening, the setting sun shone into the top floor, casting a golden light on the desk.

Su Zening stretched and stood up from the desk.

This afternoon!

He finally got the money!

Looking at the stack of cash in the drawer, Su Zening secretly planned what to eat for lunch tomorrow. .

The desserts in the old shop that my sisters ordered last time are all delicious. I heard that some of their desserts are not delivered for takeaway. The shop is not far away. He can try it at noon tomorrow or later in the afternoon. taste.

In the office, Fu Xiao looked at the watch on his hand and asked Secretary Zhang, "Which restaurant is the best nearby?"

Secretary Zhang moved for a while, screaming in his heart, but his face did not show any sign, and said very professionally: "The Liuying restaurant next to it has just recently received the Michelin three-star annual inventory. You have a box there all year round, and you can go whenever you want. can go."

A workaholic who usually has no requirements for food asks about a delicious restaurant, what else is possible?

It's deadly!

Secretary Zhang pushed his glasses expressionlessly and continued: "If you don't want to go there, it would be nice to have home-cooked food in the Bohang District."

"That's it." The always stern president suddenly coughed softly: "Tonight, I want to read the plan sent by Manager Wu, so I will stay in the office, and you should get off work first."

Secretary Zhang looked at the plan that had been pressed on Mr. Fu's desk for a whole month, and had been evaluated by Mr. Fu as to why he was doing something. After a moment of silence, he said kindly: "How can you do it alone? I will let Yi Ning do it. Stay too."

Ah.

Fu Xiao hummed, and then said, "It's not good to always ask people to work overtime."

Secretary Zhang: …

Isn't it President Fu who once made them stand by 24/7?

Now that you say this, has your conscience found out?

He was speechless for a while, and after thinking for a long time, he reluctantly pulled out a humiliating sermon for President Fu: "Yes, after all, Yi Ning is your assistant."

Fu Xiao nodded.

For a moment, he saw that Secretary Zhang hadn't left yet and asked, "Aren't you going out yet?"

Secretary Zhang didn't react for a while and asked back: "Huh?"

Fu Xiao said: "Inform Yi Ning to work overtime tonight."

It seems that he is afraid that Secretary Zhang will not understand.

He said, "If Yi Ning asks why he is working overtime—"

So you want to make a date with the assistant in the name of overtime, and let the assistant accompany you to work overtime, but you don't want the assistant to know what you mean by working overtime?

Throw the pot on him by the way?

"If Yi Ning smells, I will tell Yi Ning that there is something wrong with the plan he wrote not long ago, so he stayed." Golden Assistant Secretary Zhang nodded expressionlessly, but four words floated in his heart—

Be yourself!

Even so, before leaving, Secretary Zhang said to Fu Xiao unintentionally, "If no one invites him, Yi Ning will stay at the company for dinner after work."

The welfare of Xingchen is very good. The catering center will also provide dinner for employees who do not want to go home to cook dinner. Yi Ning often eats dinner and goes home early.

Mr. Fu must act quickly.

Otherwise, I am afraid that the bamboo basket will be empty.

Secretary Zhang closed the door very thoughtfully and left.

"Stay at the company to finish dinner—"

Fu Xiao faintly felt that something was wrong, so he didn't think too much about it—

Fu Xiao rubbed his forehead with a headache.

He didn't mean it either.

He actually noticed that the small sugar cakes were always fried these days, and he knew that a large part of the reason was because he had not figured it out.

Before, the small sugar cake was simply his pet. He petted it, accompanied him, and owned him without any guilt.

He can control the sugar cake's every move, limit its thoughts, teach it to listen to his own words, and completely portray it as he wants.

But now-

He couldn't deceive himself, Little Sugar Cake was a human being with his own consciousness.

Is what he did right?

He felt a little guilty.

Little Sugar Cake has always liked to eat, but because of his status as a cat, he can't control many things for Little Sugar Cake. If he can take Yi Ning to eat food, Little Sugar Cake should be a little happier.

There was only so much he could do now.

Outside the door, Su Zening burst into tears when he heard the news that he was working overtime, and watched Secretary Zhang dare not speak.

For the first time, Secretary Zhang, who has been holding his subordinates to work overtime for so many years, has an unspeakable sense of innocence.

The people in the office are almost gone.

Su Zening sighed, propped his chin with one hand, opened the document with the other, flipped over his pen absentmindedly, his thoughts drifted slowly.

The boy was wearing only a white shirt, with a slender figure, his whole body was pressed against the table, his shoulders were graceful, and the curve of his back, which was hidden in the slightly concave shirt, was beautiful. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the side of the boy's face, and the boy curled up. His eyelashes were drooping, and his brows were extraordinarily clean and deep.

Fu Xiao pushed open the door of the office and saw this scene.

Quiet and nice.

Fu Xiao couldn't help thinking that such a young man in white would be the dream of many people in their youth.

He sighed and took a step closer.

Then-

The boy who he thought was a dream just a second ago, squinted his eyes, and his head with messy black hair fell forward heavily, then slammed back, his eyes blankly said: "What's wrong?"

Fu Xiao:…

Su Zening, who almost fell asleep just now, saw Fu Xiao who was standing in front of him at some point, and was dumbfounded for a moment, then rubbed his eyes and said, "Can you get off work?"

The voice was soft and soft.

The boy's black hair was a little messy, but he himself didn't notice it.

Fu Xiao's figure formed a graceful silhouette under the setting sun. The stern man silently stretched out his broad hand and pressed the boy's black hair down.

Su Zening did not escape.

Everyone has their own comfortable social distancing.

For him, with Fu Xiao's closeness to this level, he was already used to it.

It doesn't even matter if Fu Xiao is closer.

The well-behaved and docile teenager is under Fu Xiao's palm, which can easily give people a misunderstanding. The teenager is already under his control.

However, Fu Xiao put his hand back, and said with imperceptible tenderness in his eyes, "Are you hungry?"

Su Zening nodded, then glanced at him secretly, and quickly shook his head.

Fu Xiao's tone was stagnant, and all the tender thoughts in his heart turned into helplessness: "I'll take you to eat."

Although it was to seek Su Zening's opinion, there was not much room for rejection in his tone.

Su Zening's azure blue eyes lit up, as if there were stars in it: "Are you going to take me to that dessert shop?"

The "no" in his mouth disappeared into Fu Xiao's mouth. The stern man's brows were deep and his shallow smile was like a fresh snow in early spring. It seemed like a very difficult thing to reject the boy and said, "Okay."

The boy smiled and put the money in his drawer back.

It's great to save some money again!

In front of a not-so-high-end shop. A variety of desserts are displayed in the window.

Su Zening widened his eyes and looked at the various cute desserts inside against the glass.

The store is very warmly furnished, with all kinds of dolls placed beside the pink curtain, and Fu Xiao, who is out of tune with this store, is standing next to Su Zening.

The girl in the window looked at the two in front of her with reddishness, and said softly, "Have you made your choice yet?"

Su Zening said without hesitation: "Give me the same for each."

girl:…

Fu Xiao:…

The girl couldn't help but look at Fu Xiao.

Su Zening hurriedly said: "You promised me, you can't go back."

Fu Xiao took a deep breath and said, "Give it to him."

If you can't finish it, take it away.

then-

The small white wrought iron table is filled with various desserts.

The boy happily stuffed the dessert into his mouth.

Fu Xiao took a light sip of the scented tea with the cup in his hand, and looked at the happy young man with tenderness in his heart.

However-

This kind of tenderness continued until the boy ate the dessert with an appetite completely different from his own size, and there was nothing left.

Su Zening couldn't help reaching out to get a small snack, "Hiccup—"

Fu Xiao: "…"

Fu Xiao couldn't help it, he held down Su Zening's hand and said, "Don't eat it!"

Su Zening withdrew his hand full of regret.

He can still eat!

arrive home.

Fu Xiao glanced at the living room and asked, "Where's the little sugar cake?"

He didn't forget the "hiccup" along the way of the little sugar cake. I don't know if it will hurt now.

The housekeeper said, "I just ran out."

Fu Xiao knew in his heart that it was probably Yi Ning who was going to change it back.

There was a meow at the door.

The snow-white ball of hair got in through the loose-leaf door, ran towards the butler with meowing meowing steps, and rubbed against the butler's feet, very dog-legged.

Fu Xiao just wanted to go and see how Little Sugar Cake's stomach was.

Unexpectedly, the butler brought a plate full of cat rice at this time, and said lovingly to the little sugar cake: "Don't worry, little sugar cake, your grandfather keeps it for you."

Little Sugar Cake happily raised her head and meowed at the housekeeper, then buried it happily.

still eat?

Fu Xiao quickly grabbed the little candy cake and said, "Why is the little candy cake eating now."

The little sugar cake was fighting in Fu Xiao's broad palm, desperately waving its paws at Maofan.

The housekeeper said strangely, "Little Candy Cake refused to eat just now, so it was delayed until now."

A light flashed in Fu Xiao's mind—

Secretary Zhang said that Yi Ning went home after dinner.

And the little sugar cake accompanies him to eat cat food again every day?

so-

Does he eat dinner twice?

people again? cat again?

Fu Xiao looked at the little sugar cake angrily and funny!

He was about to be stunned by Little Sugar Cake's behavior.

Angrily and hated, he turned the small sugar cake over, and sure enough, his belly was bulging.

The white cat looked at himself innocently with its blue eyes open, meowing, squeaking and soft.

However, Fu Xiao's heart was not disturbed. Looking at the chubby body of Xiao Tang Guo, he slapped Xiao Tang Guo's **** heavily. He had no more thoughts in his mind, only one thought -

What is not immoral to control the little sugar cake's every move, limit its thoughts, and teach it to listen to its own words?

It's like a small sugar cake. If you don't teach it well now, you can still get it later?