Rebirth of the famous family in the entertainment industry

Chapter 242 What does a cat know (2)
"Why don't you be so lazy." Jiang Yuan looked at it and complained, but his heart softened. He bent down, picked up Dudu, and curled it in his arms.

"Oh." Jiang Weiran yelled in surprise, and said, "This cat is so recognizable. Sister Siqi, I want such a cat too."

"Aren't there meows?" Cheng Siqi smiled and glanced at her.

"Miaomiao is afraid of people, so it doesn't recognize me very much now." Jiang Weiran said something with a flat mouth, and when she raised her eyes, the Miaomiao she mentioned poked out a small head from under the sofa, and looked innocently at everyone. everyone.

Jiang Yuan's eyes were also attracted by it, and he said, "Which one is in the crew?"

"Yeah." Cheng Siqi was a little embarrassed, she looked quite embarrassed, her face was slightly red, and said, "It's nothing. I'm just timid."

"Scared by Mr. Song." Zhuo Hang couldn't help but smile.

Cheng Siqi was even more embarrassed, guessing that Song Wang's lack of love might spread all over the Internet, after thinking about it, she couldn't help him cover it up, so she took a cup to make tea.

"It scratched my wife." Song Wang changed into his home clothes, came down by chance, looked at the little thing sticking out his head, and said with a gloomy expression, "If my heart is scratched, no one will be angry."

So you just kicked it away...

Zhuo Hang silently added something in his heart, raised his eyes to look at Cheng Siqi, and Jiang Yuan beside him said directly: "No trouble, we are in a hurry to return, let's go now."

"It won't take a few minutes to take a break." Cheng Siqi turned around and laughed.

"It's really unnecessary." Zhuo Hang glanced at the kitten in Jiang Yuan's arms, "He has to serve this little ancestor to wash and eat when he goes back. We won't sit down."

Song Wang also glanced into Jiang Yuan's arms and couldn't help being happy.

Jiang Yuan obviously didn't take it seriously, he patted Dudu's hair, smiled at the few people, and went home with his beloved cat in his arms.

Cheng Siqi and Song Wang arrived at the door. Seeing them walking away, Song Wang grabbed Cheng Siqi's waist with both hands, buried his head on her neck, and said coquettishly, "Quickly smell it, do I smell good?"

"He hasn't gone far yet." Cheng Siqi scolded, and hooked his neck in the end, and leaned over to kiss him, "You really smell, husband, you really smell."

Song Wang smiled happily, and led her into the room.

In the leaving car, Zhuo Hang glanced at him and said, "I believe what you said earlier now."

"Which sentence?" Jiang Yuan looked at him and handed Dudu over.

"It's about her man chasing and killing me." Zhuo Hang sighed, "Just look at his eyes, tsk tsk, it's really indescribable, I feel like I'm so in love, like wanting to die."

Jiang Yuan drove the car and glanced at him: "Do you still want him to be the heroine?"

"Of course. I like this girl." Zhuo Hang also patted his chin along with Dudu's hair, and said, "Let's think about it, how did the new movie come about."

"Think slowly." Jiang Yuan said, and when he turned a corner, the car merged into the night again.

Meanwhile, inside the house—

Song Wang hugged Cheng Siqi and sat on the sofa. After drinking a glass of water, he felt a little hungry. Rubbing the back of her hand with one hand, he asked, "Is there anything else to eat?"

"You didn't eat when you came back?" Cheng Siqi looked at him.

"Yeah. I was thinking about you, so I didn't eat out." Song Wang replied.

"Then I," Cheng Siqi gave him a weak look, and tentatively whispered, "I'll order some noodles for you, okay?"

"You can do whatever you want." Song Wang pinched her face, "Thanks for your hard work."

"It's an honor to serve you." Cheng Siqi smiled, breathed a sigh of relief, turned and walked into the kitchen.

The living room suddenly fell silent.

It was past nine o'clock, Jiang Weiran and Jiang Li returned to their room, Cheng Yu and Xiao Siyuan probably had a rest, and so did Xiao Bai.

Song Wang leaned on the sofa and looked around, and found that Miao Miao was not asleep, hiding under the coffee table, looking at him.

"Hey." Song Wang glanced at it, "It seems that I really want to eat you."

"Meow." The kitten yelled at him, with a high-pitched, soft voice, very aggrieved.

Song Wang looked at it, and for a moment, he thought of Jiang Yuan's little black cat, and felt that all the little cats had become smart, looking at people, they were so pitiful.

"Meow meow, meow meow." The kitten called again, stretched out a small front paw, and tentatively pulled his slippers twice, cautiously.

Song Wang was still looking at it, neither moving nor speaking.

Meow Miao slowly crawled out from under the coffee table, curled up in a ball beside his slippers, her round eyes were still staring at him, as if she was always ready to run away.

Song Wang was still looking at it, not moving.

"Meow." The little cat was a little bolder, and obediently curled up at his feet, not moving.

Cheng Siqi quickly came out with the bowl, as if about to put it on the dining table.

Song Wang glanced at her, then at Miaomiao, thought for a while, and said, "Bring it here. I'll eat it here."

"Eh?"

Cheng Siqi found the little black cat curled up on his slippers when he got close, and couldn't help but smile: "I said it was timid just now. I think it's quite courageous, so lie down at your feet."

"Let's die and live." Song Wang said lightly, took the bowl, and started to eat the noodles.

Cheng Siqi also knows how to make noodles, and her skills are not bad. Song Wang ate her meal in twos and drank water while she was cleaning up the dishes. It was after ten o'clock in the evening.

When Cheng Siqi came to him, he picked her up and carried her upstairs.

The living room was also quiet, Cheng Siqi let out a low cry, and put her arms around his neck, Song Wang lowered his head to kiss her, and smiled happily.

His smile is always nice, elegant and mellow, and very gentle.

The sleepy-eyed little black cat arched its body, shook from side to side twice, looked up at him with difficulty, and followed him upstairs.

Song Wang put Cheng Siqi on the bed, and when he turned his head, he found that the little black cat followed him somehow, squatting at his feet, looking up at him pitifully.

"I'm not that professor who loves cats." Song Wang said dejectedly, but he didn't throw it out after all, he just stepped up and closed the door.

(End of this chapter)