Transmigrated as the Villain's Cat

Probably Su Zening's eyes were too sad and angry.

Fu Xiao raised his head, stopped flipping through the documents, and looked at the boy's blue eyes. For some reason, he couldn't help but think of Xiao Tanggui begging bitterly when he confiscated Xiaotanggou and Xiaoyu.

He was silent for a moment and said, "Then before tomorrow afternoon."

Su Zening breathed a sigh of relief.

Su Zening shuddered when the chill came from the late autumn night, and couldn't help hugging himself a little tighter.

Really, Fu Xiao didn't even tell himself when he brought him out.

Hurt yourself unprepared.

Fortunately, he and Fu Xiao had two separate rooms.

Just close the door at night and turn back into a cat.

Otherwise, he really doesn't know what to do.

Sitting on the sofa, Fu Xiao saw Su Zening who was only wearing a thin white shirt and said, "Where's your coat?" Probably thinking of the coat with saliva on it, Fu Xiao looked rather disgusted in his eyes.

Su Zening obviously thought about it too, he thought about it guiltyly, frowned and thought for a long time before he said hesitantly: "It seems to be in the car." His tone was very uncertain.

Fu Xiao:  …

He waved his hand and said, "Forget it, anyway, I have prepared your clothes here and put them in your room. Remember to try them on later."

Su Zening didn't go anywhere, he was here when he wasn't in the car, the driver had already driven the car home, if the car was driven home, the housekeeper would order the servant to put it away and clean it up when he saw it. Just give it back to Su Zening.

And this villa is usually responsible for daily maintenance, this time he brought Su Zening here, and naturally prepared Su Zening's clothes in advance.

At night, the two rooms are separated by a wall.

Su Zening lay on the soft bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

On the large bed, he slept on one side with fluffy pillows, turned his head sideways, and looked at the other side.

But there was nothing there.

He sighed, sat up irritablely, hugged the pillow in his arms, rested his chin on the pillow, and lay back down again, the feeling of fullness in his arms was only slightly better.

But there is no temperature.

Without Fu Xiao's warm body temperature.

In a daze, Su Zening turned back into a cat.So a white long-haired cat pressed against the pillow, turned over and over on the bed 180 degrees, rolled from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, and finally fell to the floor with a bang.

Xiao Tanggui opened her blue eyes, and scratched her little head with her paws in pain.

what happened.

He never wrestled when sleeping with Fu Xiao.

The bed must not be big enough.

Just as he was thinking this, there was a sudden bang from the opposite room.

That was Fu Xiao's room.

What's up with him?

Su Zening didn't feel sleepy at all, a flash of light flashed, he immediately turned into a human, wrapped his clothes indiscriminately, rushed to the next room, knocked on the door and said anxiously: "Fu Xiao?"

No sound came from the door.

Su Zening immediately opened the door.

It was pitch black inside the door, and he turned on the light with a snap. Fu Xiao sat on the edge of the bed, propping his head with one hand. Beside him, the floor lamp fell to the ground.He must have accidentally tripped over the floor lamp when he got up at night.

Su Zening hurried up, squatted beside the bed, looked at Fu Xiao carefully from top to bottom, and he was not relieved until he confirmed that Fu Xiao was not injured.

Fu Xiao propped his forehead, his lips were a little chapped.

Su Zening knew at a glance that his illness must be recurring again. He stretched out his hand and touched Fu Xiao's forehead, and then touched himself. When he found that the temperature was about the same, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I'll go to the doctor."

After he finished speaking, he was about to get up and go to the phone.

A warm hand grabbed his fingers.

Su Zening lowered his head and looked at Fu Xiao in puzzlement.

Fu Xiao raised his dark eyes and looked at Su Zening: "Just take some medicine." His eyes fell on the finger that the young man brushed across his forehead just now, and the cool touch seemed to still stay there.

He never likes to bother others, and he has a good body.

Su Zening was a little hesitant, but seeing that Fu Xiao's eyes were firm and unquestionable, he sighed heavily, annoyed and said: "Okay, okay, I won't call. Anyway, the body is not mine."

Fu Xiao always doesn't take his body seriously.

He turned his head and shook off Fu Xiao's hand, bent down, and prepared to help the floor lamp up.

The floor lamp is modeled on the style of the Republic of China, surrounded by metal rods. For some reason, the line next to it bypasses the western-style embossed foot of the bed and wraps around it several times.

The young man lowered his head sullenly, Fu Xiao could only look at the young man's soft black hair, and his blue eyes when he raised his head occasionally.

Fu Xiao thought of Xiao TangGao who was left at home again, and Xiao TangGao must have been furious too. He didn't come home today, and he didn't know if he was asleep or obedient.

He raised his hand unconsciously, wanting to rub the boy's black hair obsessively.

But the young man raised his head just at this time, and his fingers just passed the corner of the young man's lips.

Smooth and warm to the touch.

With the unique delicacy and softness of teenagers.

The two looked at each other.

Fu Xiao's eyes were extremely dark, as dark as the deepest night, and there seemed to be a bottomless vortex in them, which attracted all of Su Zening's thoughts into it.

His mind was blank, and the tip of his ears turned red. He lowered his head in panic and looked at the wires in his hand and the foot of the bed. He couldn't help thinking, what is Fu Xiao going to do, why did he touch his mouth? .

Does he mean it?Or unintentional?

The feeling of Fu Xiao's fingernails on his mouth is still there, with a slight pain, and a special meaning that he is still a little ignorant.

Su Zening's thoughts were racing for a while, and he broke the jar again and thought, didn't he just accidentally touch it.He is not a girl.

Besides, it's not like he and Fu Xiao haven't kissed before!

They licked and licked, touched and touched, and rubbed and kneaded!

Why did he avoid Fu Xiao's sight?

Wanting to understand this, Su Zening raised his eyes bluffing and looked at Fu Xiao, but Fu Xiao also looked away, Su Zening felt a little sour, and didn't quite understand why.

Su Zening looked at the deeper and deeper wires entangled in his hand and the foot of the bed, lost his patience, and pulled angrily——

"I—" Fu Xiao moved his lips, wanting to say something.

However, in the next second, there was a bang.

Su Zening looked at the wire pulled out from his hand and the foot of the bed, and then looked blankly at the collapsed bed with only three legs left.

Su Zening: ...

Fu Xiao:  …

Fu Xiao's eyes fell on Su Zening's hands.

Su Zening threw the thread away like an electric shock, and desperately explained: "I didn't use any force, I just pulled it casually."

With a snap.

The foot of the bed as thick as an adult's wrist that was torn off by "just pulling it" fell to the ground, rolled twice on the ground, and then stopped in front of Fu Xiao, as if accusing Su Zening of baseless accusations against it.

The atmosphere was a little awkward all of a sudden.

then.

Fu Xiao was lying on Su Zening's bed, and Su Zening was standing beside the bed with his pillow in his arms, a little hesitant.

It was already late at night, and it was obviously unrealistic to find someone to repair it. Although there were many rooms in the villa, most of them didn't make bedding. It was undoubtedly the best choice for two people to sleep together for one night.

Looking at the man who was already sleeping on the other side, Su Zening felt uncomfortable for some reason.

The man who had taken the medicine was already a little drowsy under the effect of the medicine.

Su Zening cheered himself up and stepped up.

Isn't it just sharing the same bed?

There's nothing wrong with it, anyway, they sleep together every day.

Su Zening lifted the quilt, lay on the right side, and obediently occupied a corner on the right side.

Fu Xiao stretched out his left hand, half of his body passed Su Zening's body, the man's hot breath came, the strong muscle lines were faintly visible in the pajamas, and the tight abdominal muscles under the slightly lifted pajamas brought a sense of oppression that Su Zening had never felt before, Su Zening Can't help leaning back against the bedpost, whispered: "What are you going to do?"

"Turn off the light." Fu Xiao turned off the lamp, and the room fell into darkness again.

In the tranquility of the night, Su Zening seemed to be able to hear his own heartbeat.

The bright moonlight spread quietly like a sweet dream.

Su Zening tilted his head, looking at Fu Xiao's sleeping face.

In his sleep, Fu Xiao's brows were still tightly furrowed, as if he had an unresolvable worry.

Su Zening stretched out his hand and stroked Fu Xiao's eyebrows, as if he wanted to smooth Fu Xiao's eyebrows. He looked at Fu Xiao's sleeping face, and said after a while, "Fool, you should be happy."

After speaking, he also fell into a dream.

This dream was extraordinarily sweet. In the dream, Fu Xiao discovered Xiao TangGao's good intentions. He was grateful to Xiao TangGao for saving him from the fire and water many times. Dry, eating all kinds of delicacies from mountains and seas every day, and no longer need to walk, no matter where you go to get it, someone will hug you.

Fu Xiao opened his eyes, stretched out his hand, and stroked his eyebrows. He looked at the young man with an indistinguishable expression,

The young man didn't notice it, he seemed to be immersed in a sweet dream, and whispered in his mouth: "Fu Xiao, hee hee."

The next day, Fu Xiao, who had slept peacefully in the morning, woke up.

The teenager beside him slept soundly.

He looked around, and there seemed to be something reflecting the sun on the bed.He stretched out his hand and looked, under the sun——

It was a snow-white hair.