Transmigrated as the Villain’s Cat

The smile in Fu Xiao's eyes gradually disappeared. He turned around and took a step forward to stare at Su Zening and asked, "Why?"

He looked straight at Su Zening, if there was any substance, it had a subtle aggressiveness.

However, Su Zening, who was a keen ordinary small animal, noticed it. He couldn't help but take a step back and distanced himself from Fu Xiao, but he didn't notice his step, which made Fu Xiao's eyes darker.

Why don't you sign?

This question is simple for Su Zening.

He came to the company to protect Fu Xiao. It is not good to leave Fu Xiao for such a short time. Up to now, the change of Fu Xiao's fate has only been 70%. If it is not for the sake of helping Fu Xiao, and He doesn't need to be too far away from the stars, and he doesn't want to sing.

As for being a professional singer?

Su Zening was confused and stood in the crowd singing.

All eyes are on him, listening to his singing, and he can bring good singing to more people.

Su Zening clenched his palms tightly,

However, he looked at Fu Xiao's profile again, his silent and determined face.

His hands were loosened, no one was more important than this person.

Professional singer, there is nothing good.

Where can I sing? It's fun to sing alone, and he can even teach cats to sing in the future.

"Because." Su Zening calmed down, looked down at his toes, and said casually, "Because, I don't want to."

Fu Xiao frowned and hummed inexplicably: "Why? Don't you like it?"

Anyone who has seen the gleam in the eyes of a teenager when he sings will not doubt this.

"Why are there so many?" Su Zenian raised his head, his black hair fluttered in the wind, and a few strands fell on the boy's forehead, which made the boy's skin extraordinarily fair. The boy looked at Fu Xiao's slightly dark eyes seriously. After a while, he bent his mouth and said indifferently: "Professional singing is so troublesome, I don't want to go, I-"

Before Su Zening finished speaking, a shadow came in front of his eyes, and the tall man standing opposite him shrouded him in the shadow. Su Ze couldn't help but step back, put his back against the floor-to-ceiling window, and when his feet crooked, he was about to turn to the other side. fall.

But the expected pain did not come.

A pair of strong palms supported it.

Su Zening breathed a sigh of relief, but he found out that this posture was as if Fu Xiao was holding him in his arms. He could even feel the heat of Fu Xiao's body through his shirt.

But Fu Xiao had no intention of letting go.

What does Fu Xiao mean?

Does he know that it's not good to be close to someone he doesn't know well.

Or, Su Zening couldn't control the thoughts in his heart. Does Fu Xiao act like this to everyone? No wonder he always provokes other cats.

He couldn't help but stretched out his hand and pushed Fu Xiao, Fu Xiao's eyes had a light that he didn't understand, as if he was going to devour him, Su Zening leaned against the glass on his body, his eyes turned down in a panic, avoiding Fu Xiao's line of sight, he I couldn't help swallowing my saliva and couldn't help but think--

Wouldn't he have rejected Fu Xiao's contract.

Why is Fu Xiao so stingy?

Would you like to bite him to death for such a trivial matter?

Probably because his backing was too obvious, Fu Xiao took a deep breath, but he didn't let go of the hand holding Su Zening, whether it was intentional or not, Fu Xiao looked at the continuous traffic outside the window and asked, "What do you think this is?"

Su Zening followed his gaze and looked out the window with a puzzled answer: "It's the car and there are people." Fu Xiao asked what is this for?

Fu Xiao's face was reflected on the glass, and the young man beside him said meaningfully: "It's also a lot of life."

Life?

Su Zening raised his eyes and looked at Fu Xiao, with doubts in his eyes, why did Fu Xiao say this?

Tell him what to do?

As if aware of his doubts, Fu Xiao slowly said, "Life is short, but you can live in many ways, and I hope you can choose what you want."

Su Zening was taken aback.

"You want to sign a contract, right? Why did you refuse?" Why insist on such an indifferent look?

Fu Xiao stretched out his hand, Su Zening's eyebrows and eyes were only a few millimeters closer in his slender fingertips, and he wanted to erase all the feigned indifference in the boy's eyes.

But he never did.

Hearing what Fu Xiao said, Su Zening almost choked on his breath, he almost immediately said, "No, I just don't want to."

Su Zening raised his head stubbornly, but caught Fu Xiao's eyes off guard. The man opposite didn't put his hand down, but turned around and flicked his forehead. He looked at Fu Xiao in pain.

Fu Xiao's eyes were deep: "But you can't hide one thing you like."

Just like the joy in the eyes of the young man when he saw the contract for the first time.

Just like the way a young man looks at himself.

Su Zening panicked and looked at Fu Xiao: "You, what nonsense are you talking about."

Fu Xiao stretched out his hand and pressed his slender fingers against his forehead.

again?

Su Zening hurriedly covered his forehead with his hand, but Fu Xiao raised his hand up a little, rubbed his hair and said, "In front of me, you never need to worry about others, you don't need to hide what you like."

Fu Xiao's eyes looked at him, Su Zening had to pretend to be deceived, and almost collapsed in an instant.

Do you hide what you like?

Since when?

Presumably from the moment he knew that his likes would only bring pain to those he loved.

Like the blue sky outside, like the noisy crowd.

But what's the use? This kind of love will only make parents cry away from him.

Better not to like it.

A lie told 10,000 times will come true.

And the man in front of him said this—

"In front of me, you just need to say what's on your mind, and you don't need to pay attention to the rest."

The man's voice was soft, but it had a power.

Su Zening looked at Fu Xiao.

Under the light, Fu Xiao's profile line is extremely beautiful, and it is perfect like a **** - a **** that belongs to him alone.

But he also wanted to protect his gods.

So Su Zening smiled, his hand held Fu Xiao's arm, his knuckles were slightly white because of too much force, but Fu Xiao didn't even look at it.

He pushed Fu Xiao's arm around him and was caught off guard. He was pushed away by him. He walked away a few steps without looking back. He turned his head slightly and said, "Thank you. But I still don't know how to sign."

Fu Xiao is more important than becoming a professional singer, isn't it?

Fu Xiao can't have any mistakes, he will never bet on the odds.

He was certain that Fu Xiao would agree to him.

Fu Xiao always promises him, doesn't he?

After a moment of silence, a man's voice came from behind him: "Okay."

Although he knew the result for a long time, Su Zening couldn't help lowering his eyes and murmured in a low voice, "Fu Xiao, why are you being so nice to me?"

It was silent for a long time-

Just when Su Zening thought that Fu Xiao would not answer, Fu Xiao's faint voice sounded——

"Where is there why? You eat so much, don't you want to earn some money back for me?"

Su Zening took a step.

He doesn't eat much!

I don't eat much when making small sugar cakes!

Fu Xiao, hum! He was moved. Sure enough, he is a black-hearted businessman.

Su Zening left angrily, so he couldn't see how gentle Fu Xiao looked at him.

Fu Xiao in the office sighed, he could see it.

The young man is hiding something from him, but what is it?

He had no clue. He walked to the desk, pulled on his bow tie, and made a phone call, "I'm waiting for Yi Ning's business--"

Fu family villa at night.

on the desk in the study.

Fu Xiao closed the document and stood up from the table.

On the other side of the desk, the small candy cake biting the cat toy looked over with its blue eyes. The cloud-like cat immediately stood up and walked towards him as soon as he saw him leaving his seat, as if he was going to leave. .

Fu Xiao was helpless.

After the office in the afternoon, the little sugar cake sticks to him very much. No matter where he goes, he has to follow him without falling a step.

It was simply two people who left resolutely with Bai Tian.

Fu Xiao really has no temper at all.

He said in the direction of the small sugar cake: "I'll go to the bookshelf and get a book."

Little Sugar Cake stepped out for a while, and then stopped, but those round eyes still looked towards this side.

After Fu Xiao took out a book from the bookshelf, after thinking about it, he took out an old children's book with bright colors and hundreds of pages of different pages from the side, and handed it to the little sugar cake.

Sugar Cookie pushed the toy aside, holding the book with both curious paws.

This book looks so old, is it Fu Xiao's previous book?

Seeing that Little Sugar Cake was interested in this book, Fu Xiao continued to sit back.

After some time, the housekeeper knocked on the door. Tomorrow is Fu Xiao's birthday party, and there are some things to decide for Fu Xiao.

The housekeeper couldn't help but look at the little sugar cake. After seeing the book in the little sugar cake's hand, the butler said in a daze, "Master Xiao, that book—"

If he remembered it well, this book was the only thing that Master Xiao brought from the Song family. It was probably the old lady of the Song family. It was given to Master Xiao by Master Xiao's grandmother, and it was also the only gift from Master Xiao.

Although Young Master Xiao couldn't say that he paid too much attention, he never threw it away.

When he saw that he had run out of patience and tried to open the pages of the book with his mouth, his heart was in his throat—

No matter how important it is, I can't give Xiao Tang Cake this kind of **** ho, and walk around under Xiao Tang Cake's hands. Is it worth it?

Unexpectedly, Fu Xiao replied lightly, "Let him go."

The housekeeper was stunned for a moment, the young master is becoming more and more fond of the little candy cake. If this goes on, the little candy cake will sooner or later be unveiled.

With a sigh, the housekeeper said solemnly again: "The person monitoring Song Mingwei said that she has been moving recently."

Sounds like a sin.

Song Mingwei was admitted to a mental hospital as soon as the Song family was destroyed by a tree fall. Father Song wrote a will early. Unexpectedly, he divided the shares in the will into two parts, one part was handed over to Mrs. Song, who has been given to Mrs. Song over the years. The old man swallowed it almost completely, and the other part was handed over to Song Mingwei, but it was kept by the young master's adult descendants. If Song Mingwei died unexpectedly, the shares would belong to the distant relatives of the Song family.

Similarly, if the young master dies unexpectedly, the shares will go back to Song Mingwei.

The housekeeper page did not expect that Song Mingwei would actually be so ruthless.

Little Sugar Cake raised her blue eyes and looked at them.

The movement in Fu Xiao's hand stopped, not surprised.

"I'm afraid they will start in the next few days." The housekeeper asked with cold eyes: "Master, what do you mean?"

Fu Xiao sneered in his eyes and said, "They are going to give me such a big gift in time for my birthday. How can I be worthy of their careful preparation if I don't accept it."

He was never afraid of Song Mingwei's attack. He was only afraid that Song Mingwei would live longer and finally grow his brain, so he really couldn't hold back.