The Villains Want Hugs [Quick Transmigration]

Li Nanfeng lowered his eyes and looked at Jiang Xiaomao who shook his head solemnly and resisted. He felt amused, and sighed, "Why are you acting like a child?"

The little milk cat tilted its head in a daze, its pointy ears pricked up, thinking silently in its heart that you are a farsighted shit shoveler, and this cat is really an invincible and beautiful boy, do you think it was an accident?

Jiang Meng was carried all the way to the bed by her shit-shoveling officer. First, she rolled happily, ready to stretch her muscles and bones, but when she looked up, she found that the man glanced at him and made a gesture to get up. He didn't mean to suck a cat. .

Just came back and have to leave again?

I just washed it with your shower gel for nothing!

Jiang Xiaomao was afraid that the man would leave him in the room again, so he rushed forward and hugged the man's hand, showing his soft belly very docilely, looking at him with purple grape-like eyes flatteringly, "meow meow meow" Said: "Shit shovel officer, my Mao Mao is delicious now, do you really don't want to suck me?"

Li Nanfeng was entangled, so he had no choice but to sit back, rubbed the little milk cat's belly with his not-so-delicate palm skin, and asked uncertainly, "Are you... hungry?"

Only then did Jiang Xiaomao remember that he hadn't eaten breakfast yet, his increasingly flexible tail stood up excitedly, and a pair of cat pupils began to shine: "Meow meow!"

I want to drink delicious fish soup!

Li Nanfeng stroked the fur on the top of the milk cat soothingly, and called Qian Kui to come in.

As soon as Qian Kui entered the door, he saw that the man suffering from deep cleanliness was teasing the cat with his fingers. Although there was no vivid expression on the latter's handsome side face, it was much softer than before.

He smiled gratifiedly, and his voice was soft as if he was afraid of breaking the happy scene: "Young master, what can I order?"

Li Nanfeng raised his head and glanced at Qian Kui, Jiang Meng threw his finger around as a cat teaser, and said absent-mindedly: "Buy all the things needed to raise a cat, and then ask a veterinarian to check it up .”

Qian Kui suppressed a smile and asked teasingly: "Yesterday, the young master told me to give it away..."

Li Nanfeng's face darkened, and he coldly glanced at this subordinate who was getting more aggressive, and said in a domineering tone, "So what?"

The implication is that I can raise it if I want, and I have to ask you if I can.

Qian Kui hurriedly agreed, snickered and ran away.

Jiang Xiaomao wagged his tail triumphantly, and showed off to Ji Xiaopang, who was squatting not far away and peeping: "Look, I have made a new breakthrough! The male lead has completely become my cat's shit-shoveling officer." !"

Ji Xiaopang smiled coolly, and kindly persuaded: "Boss, as a cat, you can't always wag your tail, it will make you look like a dog."

The little tail that swayed like an electric fan froze suddenly. The little milk cat stared at it unhappily for a while, then turned to look for its own excrement shoveler.

Qian Kui's work efficiency was very high. In less than an hour, all the supplies needed for raising a milk cat were moved into Li Nanfeng's bedroom. There were several cat litters of different styles. Cat toys and different kinds of kitten food were all piled up on the floor.

The pet doctor was a middle-aged man. He picked up the kitten and felt it all over the body, then listened to the heartbeat with a stethoscope, and finally opened the cat's mouth to have a look. The kitten went back and said respectfully: "Young master, except for a little malnutrition, your cat has no problems with other physical indicators. Although the time of breastfeeding is very short, it is very strange. It seems to be developing very well."

Li Nanfeng took it for granted that "my cat is so awesome", smiled lightly, motioned him to sit down casually, and took a professional knowledge class on how to raise kittens with a serious face.

After Jiang Meng turned into a cat, he had more of a cat's nature. He couldn't bear it anymore and threw himself along the sheet to his new bed.

The small bed is made of wood, the style is exquisite and cute, and it is covered with mats to prevent cats from scratching. Although the texture of sleeping is good, Jiang Meng always feels that there is something uncomfortable, and it is far worse than the arms of the shovel officer. .

The ginger kitten slid down from the cot dissatisfied, and walked towards the cat milk powder with a curious face, stretched out its small paws to pick it, but couldn't open it, and gave a "meow" eagerly.

The pet doctor took out some small needles for feeding and said with a smile: "Young master, your cat is still young, you can use this to feed it, and you can use a small bottle to feed it when it grows up."

Li Nanfeng nodded, and carried the little milk cat back into his arms. The little girl who was in charge of cooking had already prepared cat milk powder, and put it into a small needle tube according to the doctor's instructions.

Before handing it over, the little girl hesitated and said softly: "Young master, when I fed this kitty fish soup yesterday, it ate very happily, it seems that it doesn't need this thing..."

The man slightly raised his eyebrows, asked the little girl to pour the milk powder into the spoon, and then handed it to the little milk cat's mouth. He saw that the cat's whiskers were soaked in the milk powder.

Jiang Meng pretended not to understand anything, foolishly could only sniff but could not lick, worked hard for a long time, but didn't drink a sip of milk powder, instead she washed her face with milk powder.

Li Nanfeng smiled softly, picked up the little milk cat's small body, and lovingly fed him with a needle: "You have to feed it yourself before you're willing to drink it, right?"

Ginger kitten drank the milk powder "bajibaji", its pink tongue stuck out from time to time to catch the dripping milk beads, and said in a cat language: "Yes, yes, now I have a shovel." Shit officer, you don’t want to drink milk by yourself! The baby needs to be fed!”

Although the gangster is clumsy, it is too rare to interact closely with the little milk cat. Qian Kui, the little girl and the doctor were all dumbfounded, and they didn't take the initiative to back away until Li Nanfeng gave him a cold look.

Under the service of the excrement shoveler, the ginger kitten was fed, and then lay lazily on the man's abdomen and dozed off. The drowsy appearance could make people's hearts cute.

Li Nanfeng also noticed that this little thing didn't look like those little beds, so he let it lean on his body. The dignified young master stood up in a strange posture, and carefully sat down in the office with the little milk cat. On the table, I took a small blanket to cover it, and then I turned on the computer and started working.

Li Mingheng came back when Jiang Meng woke up.

Mrs. Li, Li Yuanshan, married the third wife all his life. The eldest wife Bai Meng passed away after giving birth to Li Nanfeng. The third wife, Dai Yufan, was a young and beautiful actress who ran away with the new benefactor the day Li Yuanshan had a car accident.The second wife, Li Qiang, is Li Mingheng's biological mother. Ever since Li Yuanshan became a vegetable, she has moved to the Li family's other garden in the north of the city. She was afraid that Li Mingheng would be squeezed out by Li Nanfeng because of his status, so she let her son live in the Li family's manor from time to time. , so that everyone can't forget that there is a young master in the Li family.

Li Mingheng still led his ugly bull terrier, because he knew that his fierce brother was also at home, so he didn't dare to make any fools, so he sat obediently in the living room and played games.

One person and one dog each occupy a sofa, which seems quite harmonious.

Qian Kui and a few of his subordinates moved the things that the little milk cat didn't like, and irritated young master Li back and forth. Li Mingheng stared at his round eyes and shouted: "What are you doing? I don't know if you should keep your voice down at home. ?”

Qian Kui is a rare good-natured person, and he is not annoyed by a kid, so he said with a smile: "The young master has a cat. The young master bought these for it, but he doesn't like it. We are going to Back off."

After all, Li Mingheng is an eight-year-old child, and he became interested as soon as he heard about the kitten: "He actually has a cat? What kind? How old is it?"

Qian Kui smiled mysteriously, and urged: "You can go and see for yourself."

Li Mingheng was afraid of Li Nanfeng since he was a child, but Li Qiang always taught him not to underestimate himself, even if he is young, he should act like a little master, especially in front of his elder brother.

The little boy secretly made up his mind for a while, then rushed upstairs and knocked on the door of his elder brother.

The little guy who was sleeping in his arms was awakened by the knock on the door, Li Nanfeng frowned lightly, saw Li Mingheng leaning his head on the door frame, and said in a calm tone, "What are you doing here?"

This younger brother never wanted to see him, and Li Nanfeng knew this.

Li Mingheng walked over slowly, and before he could speak, he saw the little milk cat in the man's arms, a snow-white ball, like a piece of cotton candy, yawning with his mouth open, his limbs stretched out , revealing the cute plum blossom pads.

Li Nanfeng had seen with his own eyes how this younger brother usually bullied the bull terrier. Seeing Li Mingheng's excited face, he immediately hugged Jiang Meng tighter vigilantly.

Li Mingheng's eyes lit up, and he said excitedly, "Brother, I want to sleep with your kitten!"

Jiang Xiaomao stared at Li Mingheng in bewilderment, with an expression of ignorance.

Li Nanfeng frowned unabashedly, stood up with Jiang Meng in his arms, looked down at Li Mingheng condescendingly, and said coldly, "No."

The more Li Mingheng looked at the kitten, the more itchy his heart became, and he asked without hesitation: "Why? I'll just sleep with it for a day and pay you back!"

Li Nanfeng didn't want to get entangled with an eight-year-old child, so he didn't even look at his younger brother before leaving.

Li Mingheng became anxious, grabbed the hem of the man's clothes, tears were about to fall: "Can't I change with you? You can sleep with Beibei tonight!"

The bull terrier squatting obediently at the door heard the little master calling his name, immediately pushed the door open and wagged his tail, his mouse eyes narrowed into two slits, making him look even uglier.

Li Nanfeng smiled coldly, resolutely refusing to let Li Mingheng touch a single fur of his cat: "I don't want to sleep with Beibei."

Jiang Meng felt that she was quite popular, so she cocked her little tail happily, and waved her little paw generously at Li Mingheng: "Meow meow!"

Little brother, don't cry, I already have a shit-shoveling officer!Another day I can introduce another kitten to you!

Seeing his little milk cat flirting with others, Li Nanfeng felt inexplicably uncomfortable. He stretched out his finger and turned that dishonest little head back, and said coldly, "What are you looking at?"

Jiang Xiaomao raised her head aggrievedly, looked at the handsome face of the man, and let out a soft "meow", her small eyes seemed to be complaining: How can you, shit shoveler, kill me?

Li Nanfeng lost his temper with this unusually human kitten, smiled helplessly, and carried it out the door.

It seems that the young master doesn't have to go to work today, and he is in a good mood to accompany Jiang Meng to bask in the sun in the manor.

Jiang Xiaomao has become a lot more delicate since he officially moved into Li's house. The man wanted to put him on the ground to exercise, but he thought there was dust on the ground, so he shrank his short legs and refused to go down. Can't leave the arms of the shit shovel officer.

Li Nanfeng had no choice but to find a recliner to lie down on. He dedicated himself to using the little thing as a human cushion.

Jiang Xiaomao was spoiled to the sky, and happiness chased his tail on the man's chest in circles. After turning for a while, he became dizzy and staggered to the point of falling over.

With a smile in his eyes, the man stretched out his arms to protect him, preventing him from accidentally falling.

The little milk cat fell dizzily between the man's legs. Its soft and clumsy body struggled for a long time before turning over. Suddenly, it felt a little bit under its body, so it stretched out its little paw to touch it... …

Hey, why is it getting harder and harder?

Jiang Meng raised her head in a daze, saw Li Nanfeng staring at him with an inscrutable expression, and then looked around her position, her cat's face froze, and she immediately understood.

Obviously it was Li Nanfeng who was being played as a hooligan, but Jiang Xiaomao jumped up with furry hair first, his eyes stared round with anger, and directed at the face of his own shit shovel officer, who seemed ascetic but was actually a beast, "Meow "Meow" said angrily, "You, you, you...you are really hard on a hairball!"