Golden House Tibetan cat

Yin Xianlie raised his eyebrows, and the smile on his face just now subsided all of a sudden, standing on the spot like a calculating old fox, when his eyebrows were lowered, he looked a bit sullen, he sneered, but didn't respond.

Both brothers wished for each other's death, if not for today...

Yin Xianlie glanced at Mr. Zhang next to him.

Yin Yewang also glanced coldly at Mr. Zhang next to him.

Mr. Zhang is almost 40 years old this year, and he still felt his scalp tingle when Yin Ye took a look at him suddenly. He coughed and explained: "Well, Mr. Yin Xianlie and I happened to meet just now, so we stopped talking for a while. "

Yin Xianlie curled his lips mockingly, left after saying "I have something else to do".

As soon as Yin Xianlie left, Mr. Zhang felt a lot more relaxed. He was really afraid that Yin Yewang would see something. Yin Yewang was too smart, so smart that he was afraid when he thought he was going to play tricks behind his back.

But he looked in Yin Yewang's direction with trepidation, only to find that Yin Yewang didn't look at him, but was holding the cat in his hand, and was stroking the cat's hair with his own hands, as if he wanted to wipe the cat's fur. It seemed to be stroked off, with a look of disgust and a little annoyance.

"Stupid cat." Yin Yewang gritted his teeth, pinched Juju's two front paws, and bit each word: "Don't let people touch you casually, do you hear me?"

boss Zhang:? ? ?

Is there something wrong with this line?

Tangerine was being held by the back of the neck and lectured, feeling a bit ashamed as a cat, and angrily stretched out her claws to grab Yin Yewang's wrist.

This believer is not good at all!

Even if he dies of starvation, if he jumps off this building, he won't even eat a single ration of this believer's food!

The little paw hooked on the flesh of the wrist, and Yin Yewang knew that the stupid cat was in a hurry again.

The family raises a well-behaved little milk cat. He raises a little wild cat that bites and scratches at every turn. It not only has sharp claws, but also has a big temper. If it is not served well, it will turn its face, but there is no one " The self-consciousness of "a cat with an owner" can be touched by anyone.

Thinking that this stupid cat might have been touched by Yin Xianlie, Yin Yewang felt furious, wishing to throw the cat into the tub and wash it ten or eight times.

However, the cat was not obedient at all, its sharp claws grabbed his arm, and the meowing made people flustered.

Yin Yewang wanted to deal with him, but he didn't dare to use force, so he could only stare at him.

In the past, he didn't look carefully, but today he realized that the blue eyes of this cat resembled the boy he dreamed of.

They are all the same emerald green. When the eyeballs are rolled up, they seem to be able to talk, and there is this petite appearance, which looks like it is about to bite someone. The expression is exactly the same as that of the boy who crushed him under the water in the dream.

The secretary at the back came in a hurry, and as soon as he came, he saw Mr. Yin fighting with the cat, and Mr. Zhang standing beside him in embarrassment.

The secretary gave a low cough, and Yin Yewang came back to his senses. He let out a laugh, and couldn't tell what was wrong with him for a while, but because of a dream and a photo, he began to suspect the cat.

What else does this stupid cat think about besides eating?

"Boss Yin, I have to go out on business at three o'clock this afternoon, and it's already one o'clock in the afternoon." The secretary urged.

"Yeah." Yin Yewang put the cat in the secretary's arms, and looked up again, with a cold, self-confident and impeccable look: "Mr. Zhang, I have a meeting in W City today, and the company will entrust you. "

Only then did Mr. Zhang find the normal way of getting along with Yin Yewang, and he replied with a smile, "Isn't this under the control of the people below, you don't have to worry about it", while saying goodbye to Yin Yewang naturally, turned his head and left .

Yin Ye looked at the back of Mr. Zhang leaving, the smile on his face faded little by little, until finally only the coldness remained in his eyes.

Until there was a comfortable purring sound from the side.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw that stupid cat that was trying to catch him just now was snoring obediently in the secretary's arms.

Yin Yewang froze.

When the kitten sleeps, its attack power is multiplied. The small paws of the milk powder, the round white and tender belly, the warm little fluff, and a little tongue stick out, especially when half asleep and half awake. humming.

"Meow--"

Juju was sleeping just right in the warm and soft embrace of the young lady, when suddenly a hand fell from the sky and grabbed him into a hard chest.

"Meow?"

As soon as he opened it in a daze, he met a pair of eyes that were mixed with two points of annoyance and seven points of coldness, as well as a hint of expectation.

"Don't you want to sleep?" Yin Yewang held him, imitating the secretary's movements, stuffing the whole cat under his chest, coaxing him forcefully: "Sleep."

Tangerine:? ? ?

How fat are you believers!

My uncle fell asleep just now, and you still want to get me up, besides, who wants to sleep on your hard chest!

"Meow——" Tangerine grabbed it angrily, and walked away, meow, I want a young lady!

Yin Yewang's originally expressionless face seemed to be a little colder. Instead, he pinched the back of the cat's neck and walked away. As he walked, he said in a cold voice, "No one is allowed to hug my cat from now on."

secretary:...

Mr. Yin must be...jealous, right?

Yin Yewang entered the office with a cold face.

The stupid cat in his hand was still flopping, but he broke free from Yin Yewang's hand as soon as he entered the office, turned around and ran towards the door meowing, the little bell rang as he ran.

What a white-eyed cat!

Yin Yewang sneered and opened the drawer, and slowly opened a bag of cat food.

Juju's footsteps when she ran to the door obviously began to hesitate.

No, I don't eat it, I am a noble cat demon, so, I won't eat it just because of this...

Yin Yewang raised his eyebrows, and took out a bag of killer cat food - dried fish.

The aroma of the dried fish was full-bodied, and a certain cat scratched the smooth floor with its paws in hatred, and let out an irritable "meow" sound from its throat.

Yin Yewang put the dried fish on the table amusedly, turned his head and piled all kinds of cat food on the table, then picked up his coat and went out by himself.

He has a meeting in the next city in the afternoon, and he probably won't be back until seven or eight in the evening. The journey is long and busy, and he may not care about this cat, and he dare not keep this stupid cat at home - yesterday this cat had a cat in its mouth. The appearance of the bird surprised Yin Yewang, who knew if the cat would pick up another dead mouse to eat when it was left alone at home.

After thinking about it, Yin Yewang took out another bag of cat food, personally brought back the stupid cat who was still fighting, put it on the table and warned: "Don't run out again, there is enough for you to eat on the table."

The cat food was delivered to the eyes, Ju Tang's paws were about to move, but her posture was still noble and glamorous, her small neck was raised high, her eyeballs were rolling around, she looked everywhere, but she just didn't look at the cat food on the table .

I don't even eat a bite!