Transmigrating into a 90’s Cat, I Want to Work for My Home Country

    No one knows about the sadness of the head of Song, and no one pays attention to the sorrow of the head of Song.

    The attention of Qin Xiao and Guo Chaoming revolved around Bai Xiaxia, the round head of the unkempt cat was connected up and down, and the pupils of different colors were bright and beautiful.

    Guo Chaoming was a little embarrassed.

    Old.

    Bai Xiaxia didn't touch him, but he wanted to touch it.

    Deliberately stretched out her empty left hand, and the claws quickly bypassed Bai Xiaxia. Use the skills of a scout. Shaking a fake move, taking advantage of the cat's tactical retreat, he made a sneak attack from the base of his tail in three steps.

    —Grab the tip of the fluffy little tail, hold the cat's back, and rua her crazy!

    Bai Xia Xia? ? ? !

    Block the front, but not the back. He was successfully attacked by Guo Chaoming very thiefly.

    Bai Xiaxia's chassis was unstable, and her little claws couldn't grasp the ground. Gululu followed Guo Chaoming's strength and turned it out.

    The world was spinning, and when the cat recovered, it lay down and slumped under the dining table.

    Bai Xiaxia: "..." Woohoo, I'm not clean anymore, I want to take a bath.

      Forget it, but also use the art of war.

    Bullying my cat cat with short legs and hands!

    She rushed out of the dining table aggressively, Guo Chaoming succeeded in one move, and was satisfied.

    Smoke away...run away.

    Bai Xiaxia stuck out a cat's head from under the dining table and looked left and right.

    "...???" You're still not a man!

    Bai Xiaxia: "Meow Meow Meow!"...Gan!

    The kitten is so cute and fierce.

    Song Bei was able to hear the scolding from the cat's long meow with only one meow.

    Bai Xiaxia: Curse!

    Fist pressed to his lips, he coughed softly, Qin Xiao smiled a little, and the tail of his voice raised slightly: "Come and eat!"

    Before Bai Xiaxia walked over, she shook her frizzy hair. He ran under the dining table again, his body was shaking. After failing to turn it over several times, she used her claws to carefully comb the messy hair.

    She seems to be a little girl who doesn't want to go out in a sloppy way. She has to make sure that her beautiful long hair is lying down smoothly and without shame, and then she walks out of the dining table with satisfaction.

    It's that elegant Persian cat again, but it's a little gray.

    Qin Xiao & Song Bei: ⊙o⊙

    Lifting her big tail, the cat jumped lightly on the small stool.

    I found several pieces of apple meat neatly placed in the snow-white plastic lunch box.

    It is estimated that Guo Chaoming tore it off when he rolled the dining table by himself as compensation.

    That kid is funny.

    Cats love to be clean and love to lick their paws from time to time. Bai Xiaxia is afraid of getting dirty and eating hair, and has never had this habit.

    The claws and claws are often washed with clean stream water in the mountains, but now there is no such condition. She hesitated, slowly looking at White Claw Claw unwillingly...

    Not really wanting to lick.

    Very vivid.

    For some reason, Qin Xiao read his disgust from the fluffy, expressionless cat face.

    Qin Xiao: "You cat, you love cleanliness so much." He didn't even want to lick his own claws. He had never seen such a furry cat that loved beautiful and neat.

    "Meow~" Bai Xiaxia retracted her claws, simply lowered her head, gave up using her claws, bit the crisp apple pulp, and ate it with a slap.

    He just bites the apple with his mouth, his furry claws press down on the small bench, and he curls up pitifully.

    The pulp was moving around in the lunch box, Bai Xiaxia had a hard time eating.

    "I'll wipe it for you."

    "Meow~" her palms were itchy, and her ears were shaking with stress. Qin Xiao's heart softened a little bit, and the furry touch would be wonderfully self-satisfying, which Qin Xiao is at this moment.

     He also wiped the nails that Bai Xiaxia stretched out, "You should sharpen your nails."

    Cats love to scratch, and they also mean to sharpen their nails. The sharper it is, the better it will work.

    This cat...not only loves cleanliness and doesn't like to lick, but also doesn't seem to sharpen its claws.

    Qin Xiao carefully wiped the kitten's two front paws clean, and let go of the handkerchief.

    "Thank you~" Bai Xiaxia thanked very seriously, her heart bubbling with joy, she chose the right person,

    Not everyone is willing to be considerate of animals, and will look for opportunities to rely on him later.

    I save your life, so it's not too much to support me?

    Bai Xiaxia looked at the young man with an indifferent face, touched the back of Qin Xiao's hand with his clean claws, and continued to bow his head "kachacha~"

    I thought to myself: This person looks so indifferent that it is difficult to get along with his body, but he is a gentle person in his bones. After all, people who are willing to take cats seriously will have a soft heart.

    Bai Xiaxia held the apple block wholeheartedly and chewed it, and the fluffy white claws pressed against the peel, eating happily.

    Guo Chaoming went out to wash his hands and returned to the ward with Lu Jianhua. Lu Jianhua was sweating profusely, and was carrying two aluminum lunch boxes.

    Song Bei also came back after washing his hands, handed Qin Xiao a wet towel and told him to wipe his hands.

    The dining table was placed on the hospital bed, Lu Jianhua opened the aluminum lunch box, which was full of old hen soup and white porridge.

    "You take good care of it during this time, don't worry about things in the base, we will have a trial with Lao Liao." Song Bei pushed the old hen soup and sticky white porridge in front of Qin Xiao.

    The dishes on the table are full of meat and meat.

    Most of the meals are light in taste, not spicy or greasy.

    The three of them were hungry, and occasionally said a few words between meals.

    Mostly, Song Bei was chattering, telling Qin Xiao what happened in the base for the past two days. Occasionally, gossip is inserted, and Bai Xiaxia nibbles at the apple while pricking up his flat ears to listen: This man is no weaker than a woman when he goesssips.

    Listen, Head Song knows a lot of gossip.

    Song Bei is a very interesting guy. The speech was witty and witty, with a cadenced tone. It was like listening to a cross talk show. Bai Xiaxia listened carefully and watched it like a TV show.

    Bai Xiaxia looked around and listened to all directions, but no one supported Head Song except herself.

    Give him some bitter tears.

    Song Bei was talking in high spirits. He felt thirsty and raised his hand to get a cup.

    On the opposite side, Qin Xiao's handsome face was cold and handsome, his sword eyebrows raised, his eyes were a little erratic and he seemed to be distracted. The little comrade surnamed Lu had his head buried in the bowl of rice, his eyes fixed on the meat and vegetables without moving, and his chopsticks swished quickly.

    Well, Guo Chaoming has made some progress. Also know to listen to yourself... eh? Head Song glanced at his position and calculated where Guo Chaoming's eyes would fall.

    He turned his head silently, and met a pair of bright and dazzling, serious eyes full of expectation.

    A cute Persian cat sits gracefully, with its tail drooping under the small bench and swaying slowly.

    It sits upright with its head held high. It looks like a well-behaved and obedient elementary school student is in class, his ears are raised high, and he still has half an apple in his mouth.

     Listen carefully.

    The cat's eyes became brighter when he saw him, as if to say, "Keep talking!"

    Song Bei: I got cute. But he still has an MMP that he really wants to say.

    You can't rua a cat to eat, Captain Song suppressed his itching heart, and said, "You are not even a cat."

    Qin Xiao glanced indifferently while holding the lunch box, and continued to drink chicken soup with his head down.

    Guo Chaoming also cast a glance at him, and turned his face to look at Bai Xiaxia Hehele.

    Lu Jianhua, who has a deep love for food, raised his face blankly, scratched his head naively, with a grain of rice sticking to the corner of his mouth: "Captain, what's the matter? What did you just say? I didn't hear."

    Song Bei had a heartache, rolled his eyes angrily: "Eat yours!"

    Lu Jianhua is still naive, and happily continues to cook: "Ang."

    Song Bei: ...is more angry!

    He rambled for most of the day, and the best audience was a cat. Alas, but Bai Xiaxia's small eyes are quite a shared sense of accomplishment.

    On weekdays, there is no chance to gossip. People who can talk don’t like to listen, and there are a lot of things they can’t talk about.

    The prudent and mature old head is very sad, and he is still looking forward to seeing his cat... It seems that it is not impossible to tell the cat.

    At least, people have a reaction.

    Heartbroken Head Song felt that he was hurt by the indifferent crit of the team members, the old heart was crying, and decided to serve a bowl to eat in silence.

    What Bai Xiaxia was looking forward to, the thief meowed loudly: "Why don't you talk about it?"

    Song Bei: …I have done something wrong.

    Captain Song needs a strong arm to lean on.

    Bai Xiaxia didn't listen to the gossip, and drooped her ears down, making Song Bei feel guilty for being immoral.

    Bai Xiaxia: That’s right, half listening to gossip is uncomfortable.

    She ate the apple, rubbed her belly, and felt full.

    I have been jumping up and down in the mountains for more than half a year, eating fruit all day, and occasionally stealing the nuts hidden by the little squirrel to fight teeth.

    Actually, Bai Xiaxia really wanted to eat.

    She was struggling with how to speak.

    A small bowl of white porridge and egg cake was placed on Bai Xiaxia's small stool.

    The white porridge was put by Guo Chaoming, and he tore up a plastic lunch box for Bai Xiaxia as a bowl.

    The egg cake was picked by Qin Xiao into Bai Xiaxia's lunch box. Qin Xiao deliberately tore the cake into small pieces, and Bai Xiaxia would be very uncomfortable to eat.

    "Meow"

    Bai Xiaxia stretched out her tongue and licked the white porridge. It was neither hot nor cold, and the temperature was just right.

    Many people say that cat tongues are more sensitive than human tongues. Bai Xiaxia didn't eat hot food after passing through, so she didn't know the truth of what she said.

    The porridge was thick and soft, with a layer of rice oil floating on the surface. It is fragrant, and it is very appetizing when paired with egg pancakes.

    The egg pancake was browned and the rice porridge was white and bright.

    "Meow!" Bai Xiaxia stared at the white porridge and egg pancake and cried twice, drinking porridge and eating eggs, the past life was an ordinary meal for her, it could even be said to be simple .

    But looking at it now, saliva kept coming out of her mouth. Bai Xiaxia has a kind of sour happiness that tears are about to burst out.

    My heart is heavy, like it is full of things, and I feel sad.

    The little head raised several times to look at Guo Chaoming and Qin Xiao, raised and lowered his head, both of them were eating.

    In fact, Bai Xiaxia was hesitating just now, should she beg for food for herself.

    But how?

    It is right for a cat to beg people for food. When Bai Xiaxia did this for the first time, the thought of begging ran around in her mind for several times, but she didn't say it out.

    It seems that she has a mental disorder, she is used to being a human being. To become a wild cat is to eat by yourself, really speaking... There is always a sense of embarrassment and ashamed to say it.

    The cat's round head was buried in the big lunch box, looking so cute. She licked a few mouthfuls of white porridge and thought: Guo Chaoming has raised cats. She told herself earlier that she bought food for her, but she thought it was a joke. He didn't give it to himself at first. Could it be that he wanted to wait for the porridge to cool before moving it to himself?

    After all, cats don't know how to eat and avoid their tongues.

    It will always be hot.

    Thoughts lingered in her mind, Bai Xiaxia thought again: She is really lucky to run into such a warm person.

    Three and one cat eat quietly.

    The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the ground, and the orange-red gilt-like light shined into the ward through the window.

    The fine particles of light and dust are clearly visible, and there is a different kind of warmth.

    "Boom!"

    "Boom!"

    The heavy and loud knock on the door hurriedly fell, Song Bei frowned slightly, put down his chopsticks and wanted to get up, Guo Chaoming beat him, and his long legs stepped to the door two or three times .

    The door was suddenly opened, and the guest who knocked on the door was not paying attention, and was raising his hand to pat. The door suddenly opened, her eyes were empty, and she staggered forward two steps along the photographed arm.

    Guo Chaoming didn't mean to help others, he just got out of the way. The man shook his body only to stabilize his body, and his face was hard to look at.

    Bai Xiaxia's keen insight allowed her to capture the woman's face changing almost instantaneously.

    The woman showed a shallow and gentle smile: "Qin Xiao, I heard that you were injured during the task. Your father asked me to come and see you. Don't be impulsive in the future..."

    Bai Xiaxia blinked, unable to imagine that the woman who spoke softly and softly was the same person who slammed on the door and slammed **** the door.

    "It turns out that the head of Song is also there." Wen Qiaohui exchanged a few words with Song Bei, and asked Qin Xiao in a soft voice if he was seriously injured and needed to stay in the hospital for a few days...

    It's very caring. He also smiled and explained what he had just knocked on the door: "I'm really sorry, I just heard the news that Qin Xiao was injured and was hospitalized, and I was so anxious. His father was too, and the phone kept urging. I was impatient to knock on the door. It's a little heavier, but I didn't expect it to disturb you."

    "No, no." Bai Xiaxia found that Song Bei smiled as if he had met him.

    He is so friendly and approachable that it makes one feel good at first glance. But if there seems to be nothing to bring out the style of a regiment-level leader, the posture is full: "Qin Xiao's injury is not serious, if there is no major problem, this time it is a second-class medal of merit."

    "Qin Xiao is a good comrade, alas, he's just too impulsive." Song Bei laughed: "But young people, you have to have this kind of aggressiveness, and you will have great prospects in the future."

    Wen Qiaohui came to visit Qin Xiao, but spent most of the time talking to Song Beichuan.

    Bai Xiaxia couldn't help but look at Qin Xiao, the indifference between Qin Xiao's eyebrows almost came out. With Wen Qiaohui's soft and delicate words in her ears, Bai Xiaxia lowered her head worriedly, and rubbed Qin Xiao's tensed arm near the bed.

      The skin felt soft and warm, he was slightly startled, and tilted his head to see a round head with thin cat ears rubbing against him. Qin Xiao moved his arm, so Bai Xiaxia cried softly.

    The cry was thin and weak, and the whimper was vague. Qin Xiao had a feeling that he was comforted, it was not just a coincidence but the cat was really comforting him.

    Smart pets seem to be able to perceive people's emotions, but Qin Xiao can't guess. But he saw Mao'er staring at him, and saw that Wen Qiaohui's dullness had dissipated. The suppressed irritability of the pure black pupils was no longer so heavy, but instead revealed a very faint smile. Subconsciously, he raised his arm slightly and rubbed Bai Xiaxia's head in return.

    Warm, soft touch skin. The furry and cuteness makes people feel better by three points.

    Wen Qiaohui swept over the dirty Bai Xiaxia, the disgust in her eyes was fleeting, but the smile on her face was still thick, kind and gentle.

      Occasionally give Bai Xiaxia some side dishes, and drink chicken soup quietly with her head down, only the indifference between her brows is much thicker than before Wen Qiaohui came.

    An interesting thing: Wen Qiaohui kept saying thank you to Song Bei, thanking him for helping take care of Qin Xiao.

    Song Bei deliberately praised Qin Xiao inside and out, and his posture was to praise him to heaven. Finally, it ended with a sigh: "Qin Xiao, this child, I really wish it was my own son."

    Wen Qiaohui's smile became more and more fake, and finally she couldn't hold it anymore.

    The standard virtuous and virtuous housewife smiled, hung like a mask on her face, and said dryly, "Leader Song, stop joking, when I look back, Lao Qin knows that I have messed with his son. If you lose it, don't worry about me!"

    After saying this, Wen Qiaohui got up and left immediately on the pretext of something at home. That posture, as if there was a wolf behind him, and he didn't want to stay here for another second.

    Bai Xiaxia scratched her ears in doubt, brushing aside the indifferent Qin Xiao, smelling the family ethics drama.

    This gentle and gentle lady, who can't wait to write a fake pattern on her face, and the Minister Qin mentioned in her words...80% are Qin Xiao's father and stepmother.

    Besides, this Ms. Wen didn't look at Qin Xiao much after entering the door. After all, he came to visit him, his eyes were erratic when he spoke, and Qin Xiao was completely ignored in the back. It seems that there is no such person, Bai Xiaxia can't guess whether it is because of her guilty conscience or disgust, or because of other things, she dare not look at Qin Xiao.