Report to the president, Mr. Ben Miao does not warm the bed

Xin Miaomiao, Xin Miaomiao... If she was really alive, how great would it be?

Xin Ziwen looked up at the gray ceiling above his head, closed his eyes tiredly again, and fell asleep for a while, and during this short period of time, the little doll that he hated once again entered his room again. Dream.

When Xin Ziwen woke up, he heard footsteps around him.

Because of his identity, he is now particularly alert, even the slightest sound of footsteps can wake him up instantly.

He turned his head, stroked his temple with one hand, and squinted at the person coming.

"Master, this cat is finished washing, do you want to hug it?" The person who came was the maid in the villa, looking at Xin Ziwen on the sofa tremblingly.

Xin Ziwen was handsome and handsome, and his temperament was as warm as the spring breeze, but such a handsome man had the most cruel heart and vicious methods, which made everyone in the villa turn pale.

Most of the maids in the villa had some kind of pink fantasies before, but after what happened five years ago, they no longer dare to have any fantasies about him, only fear.

"Hold me here." Xin Ziwen said, his voice soft, as warm as a spring breeze.

But when the maid walked over, her whole body began to shake.

After finally putting Fat Mao'er in his arms, she hurriedly backed away.

Xin Ziwen knew that because of the blood change five years ago, everyone in the villa was afraid of him, so he didn't mind, he lowered his head, lifted the fat cat up, and looked at it seriously.

"It's really a cute little guy." Touching the little guy's fleshy chin, Xin Ziwen smiled: "Can I give you a name? What should I call it?"

Xin Ziwen frowned, as if he was deep in thought. After a while, he put his hand under Fat Cat's neck, pinched her neck with considerable force, and said, "You can call me Miao Miao, okay?" ? That's a good name."

Fat Cat fell asleep, so naturally he had no time to talk to him, so Xin Ziwen smiled to himself, very warm and warm.

But anyone who is familiar with him will know that the warmer and prettier he smiles, the colder and more ruthless his heart is at this moment!

Xin Ziwen named Fat Cat, got up, carried her upstairs, and entered the room.

It was after three o'clock in the afternoon, he had a short rest, and his energy was good. He put the fat cat in his arms, sat behind the desk and began to deal with official duties.

When Fat Cat woke up and looked up, what he saw was a handsome man who was working hard.

"Meow?" She blinked, thinking that she was hallucinating, otherwise why would she have suddenly arrived in a strange place.

"Are you awake? Are you hungry?" Xin Ziwen felt Fat Cat's gaze, lowered his head, and gently stroked her little hairy head, asking in a familiar tone as if they had known each other for a long time.

"Meow?" Who are you?Fat Mao'er looked up at him, thinking that this person looked familiar, but couldn't remember who it was.

And Xin Ziwen seemed to know what she was asking, and replied with a smile: "You forgot, I once treated you to a few chicken legs, in the downtown area, remember?"

drumstick?downtown?

Fat Mao'er blinked again in a daze, thinking of what happened a few days ago, and immediately nodded excitedly.

"Meow Karma." Remember, remember, the chicken legs you gave are delicious.