Transmigrated as the Villain’s Cat - Chapter 70

Little Sugar Cake looked up at Fu Xiao worriedly.

Just what happened?

He looked at the light blue knitted sweater. It should be hand-knitted. The sweater has soft wool, delicate stitches, and a classic style. It suits Fu Xiao’s temperament very well, but this was sent by Song Mingwei when he was approaching Fu Xiao’s birthday. What does clothes mean?

A gift for Fu Xiao? Express her concern as a mother?

She wouldn’t naively think that now hypocritically giving Fu Xiao a little love that was not necessary would be able to even out everything before?

What does this sweater say?

The funny thing is that Song Mingwei didn’t know that Fu Xiao never wore clothes other than black and white.

This blue knitted sweater is like a joke.

Now Fu Xiao’s life has finally calmed down. If Song Mingwei still has a little affection for Fu Xiao, she should stay far away from Fu Xiao’s life and never appear again.

Little Sugar Cake is particularly distressed by his **** shoveling officer, not everyone is qualified to be a parent.

The snow-white satin-like cat walked to Fu Xiao’s side worriedly, stretched out its furry front paws, and pressed it on Fu Xiao’s leg.

Fu Xiao looked down at the card, and at a glance he recognized that the card was indeed from Song Mingwei’s handwriting. Song Mingwei, as the treasure that Old Man Song held in his palm, was naturally enlightened by Old Man Song himself. Her handwriting was the same as that of Old Man Song. In the same way, when he was in the Song family, the place he stayed the most was the study of the Song family.

Song Laozi’s handwriting, and the gorgeous but gloomy study, he will never forget in his life.

He knew Song Mingwei’s nature too well. She will never see her fault.

I feel that I am wrong and want to make amends. This kind of thing will never happen to Song Mingwei.

What does she want to do this time?

The corner of Fu Xiao’s mouth evoked a cold smile, the palm of his hand holding the card slowly tightened, and a trace of violent emotions were gathering and surging in his heart.

Obviously he no longer cares about those, why don’t they let them go?

Do those people have to force themselves to get their hands dirty?

Suddenly, there was a careful touch under his feet. It was just such a slight touch. As soon as Fu Xiao lowered his head, he saw Little Sugar Cake’s blue and gentle eyes, and those eyes were staring at him intently at the moment.

In an instant, the violent emotions all over his body spread out like a small thing that was afraid of scaring the soles of his feet. He looked down at the little thing that the small sugar cake was rubbing against his body, and the whole person couldn’t help softening.

The world that once bored him still gave him the same good things.

All the negative emotions in Fu Xiao’s heart suddenly disappeared, and his heart was unexpectedly calm. He didn’t care about crumpling the card into a ball, and threw it on the blue knitted sweater, and said to the steward: “Throw it away. .”

The butler looked very bad and said, “Yes.”

How could such a thing appear in front of the young master, is he too forgiving? The people in this villa would make such a mistake. He wanted to see who had the guts to put this thing in.

The butler went to deal with the so-called gift with a cold face.

The little sugar cake followed behind him. The housekeeper was very efficient and quickly figured out the matter. This gift was sent from Grandpa Fu, so the person in charge of checking the safety of the items was sure of the items. After there was no danger, it was sent in together with other things for small sugar cakes without thinking much.

Grandpa Fu?

Little Sugar Cake knew that Grandpa Fu had always hoped that Fu Xiao and Song Mingwei would be reconciled, so he was not surprised that Grandpa Fu would help Song Mingwei.

after all–

A mother who neglected to take care of her child because of mental illness when she was young, after being cured of her old age, she realized that she wanted to make up for what she owed her child. Most people would not think that this is a bad thing.

But–

Fu Xiao never wears clothes other than black and white. People who are a little closer to Fu Xiao know this.

But Song Mingwei didn’t know yet.

From this point of view, the intention in this knitted sweater is also very limited.

But the little sugar cake and the housekeeper didn’t expect that since Song Mingwei sent this dress and wanted to restore the mother-son relationship with Fu Xiao, how could there be no follow-up?

Outside Fu’s house, Little Sugar Cake squatted at the door, looking at Song Mingwei through gritted teeth.

Why can’t this person let Fu Xiao calm down.

The housekeeper negotiated with Song Mingwei coldly: “Miss Song, the Fu family does not welcome you, please leave.”

“You also watched me grow up, you can just call me Aqin. I still remember that you were the one who brought me out when I was lost in Fu’s garden again when I was a child.” Song Mingwei glanced behind the housekeeper and smiled softly. : “You don’t have to be so nervous, I just want to see Axiao.”

Song Mingwei’s nickname is Aqin. Everyone called her that when she was a child. The Song family and the Fu family have been friends for many years. It can be said that Song Mingwei also grew up in the Fu family.

“Don’t dare to be.” The housekeeper looked at Song Mingwei and snorted coldly. After years of absence, Song Mingwei was no longer as bright and crazy as when she was young. She was wearing a blue dress, and her temperament was much gentler. In that instant, the housekeeper was almost real She thought that she was looking at a mother who tenderly missed her son, but when she thought of what Song Mingwei had done, her heart was full of anger: “Young master doesn’t need you, if you still have a heart for him, stay away from him. “The housekeeper did not tell Fu Xiao about this, as it was approaching Fu Xiao’s birthday.

On this day every year before, Young Master Xiao seemed to have completed the task, cold and indifferent, not caring at all.

And this year was the first time the housekeeper saw that over the years, Young Master Xiao had taken his heart, and quietly asked himself to prepare a lot of things, as if he wanted to surprise someone.

The housekeeper didn’t want Song Mingwei to affect Young Master Xiao’s rare good mood, so he wanted to solve the matter by himself.

But he never thought that Song Mingwei would be so insufferable.

The nanny next to Song Mingwei saw the Fu family’s attitude and said, “Who are you? Our Miss Aqin still needs your consent to see her son—”

“Don’t say that.” Song Mingwei waved her hand and restrained the nanny. She took out the insulation box in her hand and said softly to the housekeeper, “I really just want to see Axiao, this is what I cook for Axiao. I just want to meet him once.”

She paused, and the gentle woman said sadly: “After all, he is my only child.”

The butler sneered.

only child? Song Mingwei was afraid that she wished she never had this child.

Song Mingwei didn’t care about holding the insulation box gracefully and said, “I know you don’t want to see me, but I’m Fu Xiao’s mother after all, I’m not embarrassing you, I’ll be waiting here today, I won’t leave no matter what, one day If not, I’ll wait for two days, Axiao will always go out.” A gleam of light flashed in Song Mingwei’s eyes, the plan couldn’t be delayed any longer, she must gain Fu Xiao’s trust as soon as possible, if it weren’t for the inexplicable Song family who had a lot of things happened some time ago , she had already thought of a way to get in touch with Fu Xiao.

“You—” The butler’s expression turned cold, and soon Master Xiao will go out. This is the only way out, and Master Xiao will definitely see Song Mingwei.

His expression was a bit cold, and he just wanted to let Song Mingwei, a vicious woman, be forcibly taken away.

Song Mingwei seemed to be aware of his thoughts, and she curved her lips and said, “I am A Xiao’s mother after all, he is legally responsible for me, and it is one thing for him to ignore me now, but if he does something else If the matter spreads to the outside world, it will also affect Axiao’s reputation, right?”

Song Mingwei helped her hair between her foreheads, stared at the housekeeper and smiled softly.

The housekeeper was angry, he understood what Song Mingwei meant.

No matter how bad this woman is, she is still the mother of the young master. If they force her to leave here, there will inevitably be conflicts between actions. If she wants to make a big fuss, outsiders will know that it will only be bad for the young master.

Even though the housekeeper already knew what kind of person Song Mingwei was, he couldn’t help but think how could there be such a mother in the world.

But unfortunately they cast the rat.

The housekeeper was so angry that he would spit out a mouthful of old blood.

But the next second.

A white shadow jumped off the wall and rushed towards Song Mingwei.

No one can bully Fu Xiao in front of him!

Little Sugar Cake angrily raised her head to meow, and then smashed Song Mingwei’s face from top to bottom, stepped on Song Mingwei’s head, and waved her two claws mercilessly.

Fu Xiao is not good at doing things.

But he doesn’t matter!

After all, he is a “non-director” kitten.

“What is this? Help, it hurts.” Song Mingwei exclaimed, her hands desperately trying to tear the candy cake apart. The nanny beside her hurried over to help, but the cat was so powerful, they In any case, the cat remained motionless, and even suffered several cuts on the arm.

Except for the help of the nanny brought by Song Mingwei, the others around him were indifferent.

When the nanny saw it, she hurriedly said to the housekeeper, “Hurry up and help.”

After being stunned for a moment, the housekeeper reacted and said with a cold smile: “What are you helping, I didn’t see anything. Besides, I think Miss Song is doing very well. Where do you need our help?”

The nanny looked at the white cat squatting on top of her young lady, waving its paws again and again, and hurriedly pulled Song Mingwei to run out.

Song Mingwei screamed, but she could only follow the nanny out, where did she remember what she just said, she would never leave no matter what.

It wasn’t until she left for several steps that the little sugar cake jumped off her body and gracefully came back to the butler’s arms, not seeing the fierceness just now.

After being tossed like this, Song Mingwei was no longer as elegant as before, her hair was messed up, her face was disheveled, and even all the soup she brought was spilled on her skirt, and the dress was still dripping with soup.

Song Mingwei has never been so humiliated in her life.

The faint laughs from the security guards of the Fu family around made her want to crawl into the ground. She clenched her palms and gritted her teeth at the housekeeper: “You guys, you are deceiving people too much.”

The housekeeper held the small candy cake and said, “What’s so deceiving, Miss Song is joking, nothing happened just now.” He looked up and down Song Mingwei and said with a light sarcasm: “As for Miss Song, she is on her way here. You must have been attacked by a wild cat, we have a lot of wild cats here, if Miss Song has been waiting outside, be careful not to be scratched again.”

Song Mingwei said, “You!”

Just as she was about to take a step forward, the white cat in the butler’s arms stood up and narrowed her eyes.

Song Mingwei knew that as long as she stepped forward, the white cat would never be merciful. She shivered, looked at her embarrassed self, and said to the nanny, “Let’s go.”

After that, they turned to leave.

The housekeeper touched the small sugar cake approvingly.

Little Sugar Cake squatted on the ground and sighed, blowing his paws, how lonely Wudi was.

“Little sugar cake.” At this moment, Fu Xiao’s voice suddenly came from inside.

The white cat, who was still complacent at first, froze, how much Fu Xiao saw in that scene just now.

He didn’t forget the poor, weak and helpless image that he worked so hard to maintain in Fu Xiao’s mind.

He froze and looked at Fu Xiao, who came over, with a look of bleakness on his face that was about to be dismantled. He hesitated for a moment, You Zi did not give up and made the last struggle. He rolled around, looking extremely weak.

Hey! God will kill him.

Unexpectedly, Fu Xiao bent down and picked him up on the soles of his feet, holding him at eye level. The cat held in mid-air was unsuspecting, his entire body relaxed like a doll pillow that could be manipulated at will, with a pair of almond-shaped cat pupils. Write full of guilt.

There is absolutely no energy to fight for himself just now.

Just now, Little Sugar Cake looked even more angry than his client.

Candy is protecting him, right?

Thinking of this, Fu Xiao’s heart suddenly softened, he turned his head slightly, and couldn’t help kissing the little sugar cake gently on the cheek.

Candy Cake: ! ! !

etc!

He felt something was wrong!

The little sugar cake that finally reacted felt hot on his face, Fu Xiao had thorns on his body, and the cat’s weakness just now could not be seen in the slightest, he quickly jumped off Fu Xiao, spread his claws and jumped to the side .

Fu Xiao looked at the empty arms and bent the corners of his mouth. Is this shy?

The boy who has always been bold and enthusiastic, but also broke into his own bathroom, will he also have the side he is today?

Fu Xiao looked at the white cat running to one side under the shade of a tree, thoughtful.

As if feeling Dao Fu Xiao’s sight, the little sugar cake’s scalp became cold, the front paws were caught by the hind paws, and he almost fell a dog and ate shit.

Fortunately, it was stable in time and did not fall.

The white cat stopped the car with lingering fears, stretched out his paws and patted his chest. Before he could calm down, his pointy, furry white ears shook, and he heard Fu Xiaoruo’s laughter.

The white cat’s forward paws stiffened.

God, why did Fu Xiao become so strange.

in the shade.

The little sugar cake thought about it seriously for a long time, and finally came to the conclusion——

Fu Xiao must have been intimidated by his own mighty handsomeness, and deeply realized that he couldn’t live without him, that’s how he pleases himself.

It must be so.

Otherwise, is it difficult to still fall in love with yourself?

Hahaha.

How is this possible!

In Fu Xiao’s eyes, he was just a kitten.

The author has something to say: Mr. Fu, be an individual! (The author’s sincere face)