Rebirth of the famous family in the entertainment industry

Chapter 225 I Love You Even If You Are a Devil (1)
Cheng Siqi threw the phone back into her bag, turned her head, and the black cat behind her clawed at the seat and climbed up, looking manic and strenuous.

Thinking of Song Wang's previous kick, Cheng Siqi couldn't help worrying, so she took a second look.

The little black cat in the back seat grabbed the seat with an "ow" and fell back under the seat again, curled up into a black and fluffy ball.

"You won't break it by kicking it." Cheng Siqi asked worriedly.

"I can't wait to kill it." Song Wang held the steering wheel with one hand, turned his head and glanced at the back seat, and said angrily.

"What are you fussing about with a cat?" Cheng Siqi glanced at him speechlessly, and excused the kitten, "It's only so big, and your kick hurt it."

"I think it's very good." Song Wang snorted, left the school gate and turned a corner, onto the main road.

"Maybe it's an internal injury." Cheng Siqi sighed helplessly, turned around, and grabbed the little black cat with both hands.

"What are you doing?" Song Wang glared at her displeased.

"I'll just take a look at it." Cheng Siqi said, stretching out one hand to hold the little black cat's front paws, and holding the little black cat's neck with the other hand, lifting it up and hugging it into her arms inside.

Song Wang looked at her with a cold face, his eyes were wide open, and was about to speak, Cheng Siqi quickly picked up the kitten and rubbed it on his chin, two pairs of round eyeballs looked at Song Wang together, looking cute.

"Meow." The kitten called out pitifully, and shrank back into Cheng Siqi's arms.

"You see, it's afraid of you. It's so vicious." Cheng Siqi couldn't help laughing, stroked the little black cat's soft fur with one hand, and comforted it twice. Make a gurgling sound.

"I'm vicious?!" Song Wang held the steering wheel with one hand, stretched out the other hand, pointed at Cheng Siqi's smooth forehead, and said, "Who am I for? Who do I feel sorry for? If it wasn't for you, me and As knowledgeable as a cat? Heartless thing!"

Uh……

Cheng Siqi bit her lip and hid with a smile, Song Wang chased and poked her with one finger, endlessly.

Cheng Siqi simply turned her head, bit his finger directly, put it in her mouth, licked it twice with the tip of her tongue, and murmured: "Don't be angry, husband."

Song Wang was so teased by her that his heart trembled, he pulled out his fingers with a stiff face, and reprimanded: "I don't want to talk about you."

"Meow, it definitely didn't do it on purpose." Cheng Siqi pursed her lips and smiled, looked at the little black cat lying on her lap, blinked and said, "Really, Meow?"

"Meow." The little black cat responded aggrievedly.

"It can still understand me," Cheng Siqi couldn't help laughing and said, "Then go home and be Xiaobai's company. Just call me Miaomiao."

"Don't even think about it." Song Wang said suddenly.

"Husband." Cheng Siqi called him coquettishly with a long ending.

Song Wang remained silent with a cold face.

"Brother." Cheng Siqi pouted and called again.

Song Wang glanced at her, but still didn't speak.

"Husband, hubby, hubby." Cheng Siqi called continuously, and when Song Wang turned his head impatiently, he quickly pouted and said pitifully, "Please, please. Poor meow."

"Okay, okay." Song Wang glared at her angrily, then reached out and squeezed her cheeks, and said, "It's really annoying! Why didn't I find you so annoying before?"

"Hey." Cheng Siqi looked at him and smiled twice.

"Like a fool." Song Wang stretched out his hand to rub her fluffy hair, touched her neck lightly with his fingertips, and said in a soft voice, "Does it still hurt?"

"A little bit." Cheng Siqi stretched out her hand and pinched a tiny bit of her fingernail to show him.

"I really wanted to kick it to death just now." Song Wang's eyes fell on the curled up little black cat, and he ground his teeth, looking a little angry.

"Okay, okay." Cheng Siqi shook his finger, "You said just now to take it in. You can't go back on it. It grabbed me, so you kicked it too, and it's evened out."

"Hmph." Song Wang snorted, and for a moment, he thought of Shao Zhengze again.

It just broke his heart!
He tightened his fingers on the steering wheel, and Cheng Siqi carefully teased the kitten to play with, but it still hurts now when he was scratched, saying it was impossible without a shadow.

But she has always been soft-hearted, and she couldn't bear to see the little thing curled up pitifully behind her.

Cheng Siqi looked down at it and smiled. When her eyes fell to one place, she realized that one leg of the little black cat was stained with a small red spot, which looked like blood.

Isn't it hurt?

This thought flashed through her mind, she frowned and looked carefully, while the kitten whined and curled up motionless on her lap.

"No wonder." Cheng Siqi breathed a sigh of relief, raised her head to look at Song, and said thoughtfully, "Miao Miao's hind leg seems to have been scratched by something. Maybe there was a broken bottle or something in that place during the filming just now." It's in the grass. A little gash."

"Hmph." Song Wang snorted twice.

Cheng Siqi looked at him speechlessly, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, for a while, she didn't bother to talk to him.

After one o'clock in the afternoon, the two arrived home.

The news of her being scratched went online. With Jiang Weiran and Jiang Li at home, Cheng Yu naturally knew about it. He made several phone calls in the morning and knew that they had come back, so he also saved lunch.

Song Wang stopped the car, and Cheng Siqi entered the door with the little black cat in her arms. Jiang Weiran, who was eating fruit on the sofa, jumped off, ran to her, and said nervously, "Where is it? Let me see, grab it." Where is it?"

"It's okay." Cheng Siqi smiled and turned her head to look at her.

"Hiss." Jiang Weiran stared at the boss, shrinking his neck, "It looks so painful."

When the words fell to the ground, she saw the little black cat in her arms again, stretched out her hand and patted the cat's head, staring and said: "Did it cause trouble? Slap you to death, little thing."

"Okay, okay." Cheng Siqi glanced at her with a smile, thought for a while, and said, "Your cousin may have kicked it. What does the kitten know? It still has a little injury on its leg. Do you have anything to do in the afternoon? If you are free Take it to the pet hospital to have a look."

(End of this chapter)