Almost a Cat-astrophic Love Story

Even if it's a cat, Pei Zhen firmly refuses to be called little boy!

He was already in a messy mood, and now he regarded Wang Youquan as a bullying target. One paw was not enough, and the second paw followed!

To deal with an annoying rival is to hate even the hair of the other party, let alone the manager who advises the rival.

"Ow—"

A scar was scratched on Wang Youquan's arm, causing him to jump three steps away in pain, "Sichen, am I going to die, am I going to get rabies?"

"Illusion." Fu Sichen raised the knife and cut the bone on the chopping board in half. He put the cut bone into the pot, and added scallops, garlic paste and other ingredients to cook, "He is so gentle .”

Gentle ass.

It was obviously super fierce just now!

Pei Zhen, known as "gentle", jumped onto Wang Youquan's shoulder with all his strength, and after using it as a footboard, ran to the kitchen.

He came in a menacing manner. After jumping onto the stove, he stretched out his sharp claws at Fu Sichen.

Fu Sichen was already prepared.

When Pei Zhen killed him, he tilted his head and quickly avoided it. He took the opportunity to hold Pei Zhen's body with one hand, and carried the cat into his arms.

"It's so good to take the initiative to throw yourself into your arms."

Pei Zhen: "..."

Wang Youquan: "..."

Wang Youquan: "Sichen, I think his eyes are full of anger."

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No matter how upset he was, as a cat with intelligence, Pei Zhen was merciful.The scratch marks on Wang Youquan's arm were only faint, and he also received an injection at the veterinarian yesterday.All in all, Wang Youquan was just wailing blindly, nothing happened.

Fu Sichen was good at cooking, and the simple breakfast was cooked to overflowing with aroma.Wang Youquan insisted not to leave, just to get a good fortune.

Breakfast is homemade sandwiches.Lettuce, eggs, toast.With a glass of milk, it is nutritious.

After Wang Youquan poured the cat food into the cat tray excitedly, he sat down at the dining table: "I was in a hurry to leave this morning, so I didn't even have breakfast."

Just as he was about to reach for the sandwich, Fu Sichen slapped it away: "Go and wash your hands."

"……Oh."

But as soon as Wang Youquan got up, Pei Zhen who was beside him jumped onto the table, bowed his head and drank the milk.

"Ah! My milk!"

Pei Zhen, who took a sip of milk, immediately moved to another position, and opened his mouth to bite on the sandwich.

"Ah, sandwiches!"

Wang Youquan's heart was about to break. He wanted to hug Pei Zhen, but he was afraid of being scratched by him.The point is, this food has been touched by the cat, how can he eat it again.

Pei Zhen didn't care.

Take a bite of the sandwich, it's soft and glutinous, quite satisfying.

Feeling that he lowered his head and bit directly, his image was not very good, and he also tried to pick up the knife and fork with the cat's claws.

Fu Sichen: "..."

Wang Youquan: "..."

Wang Youquan felt aggrieved: "Sichen, this cat doesn't eat cat food? Is there still breakfast?"

"He..." Fu Sichen thought about it carefully, and found that Pei Zhen really didn't seem to eat cat food.The cat's paw overturned the cat food that was poured out last night.

"He doesn't eat cat food."

"And what about my breakfast?"

Fu Sichen: "No."

"You!" Wang Youquan's expression was shattered, and his heart was extremely hurt. "In your eyes, can a hard-working manager be inferior to a cat?!"

Fu Sichen looked at the Persian cat, then at Wang Youquan, and took out two steel coins from his pocket: "There should be meat buns in the shopping mall downstairs."