Lord, you stepped on my tail

Chapter 32 Warmth
"The fate of angering Miss Ben will be the same as that of this cat! Do it!"

Feng Wushuang gave an order, and the stewardess slashed the sharp blade towards the white cat's abdomen.

However, what happened next shocked the female steward.

When the blade was an inch away from the white cat's flesh, it felt like it had touched an invisible barrier, and it couldn't fall down, and it couldn't touch the white cat's body at all!

Seeing that the female steward hadn't done anything for a long time, Feng Wushuang frowned: "Why don't you do it!"

As soon as Die Ji changed her weak and helpless attitude, she immediately said: "This aunt in charge is probably afraid of taking responsibility and dare not do anything. After all, this is His Royal Highness Chen's cat. If something happened to Dong Chuang, she will lose her life." Sorry!"

Hearing this, Feng Wushuang looked at the steward angrily.

The steward shook her head quickly and clarified: "No, miss, this servant is so loyal to you, how can you be afraid of taking responsibility? Yes... this cat is very evil, this servant can't do anything!"

"Evil door? Do you think I'm a three-year-old child?" Feng Wushuang couldn't believe her words, and suddenly snatched the knife from her hand, cursing: "Go away, useless thing!"

After finishing speaking, Feng Wushuang raised the knife high, and stabbed fiercely at the white cat's neck!
At this critical moment, Feng Wushuang's wrist was suddenly shackled by a powerful palm!
Feng Wushuang scolded: "The trash who doesn't even dare to kill a stray cat, get lost, Miss Ben!"

While speaking, Feng Wushuang looked back angrily!

But when he saw a face as delicate as a banished fairy, his heart trembled in vain, and the knife in his hand also slipped.

The moment the sharp knife fell, Si Chen caught it so that it would not fall on the white cat.

"Chen... Your Highness King Chen..."

Feng Wushuang was so shocked that she couldn't utter a complete sentence, her body was shaking like a sieve, she looked angrily at the maids and stewardess standing aside, and blamed them for not reminding her.

All the servants lowered their heads timidly, and no one dared to speak.

Si Chen kept the knife in his hand on the chopping board in disgust, and his eyes fell on the white cat. When he saw that it was motionless and looked weak, he couldn't help frowning.

After a while, he looked at Feng Wushuang with cold eyes.

"You...how did you come here?"

Si Chen snorted softly, the corners of his mouth curved like his eyes, cold.

"If this king doesn't come, how can we see such a good show?"

"Your Highness... this... this is a misunderstanding..."

"Oh? Misunderstanding?"

Si Chen looked at Feng Wushuang coldly, his familiar phoenix eyes seemed to be like sharp arrows, able to see through people.

Feng Wushuang lowered her head, as if organizing her words, but remained silent for a long time, unable to utter a word.

The facts were right in front of her eyes, no matter how eloquent she was, she couldn't argue with it.

Si Chen turned his eyes away in disgust, as if he felt disgusted even if he looked at her more than once.

turn eyes.

The warm palm picked up the white cat on the chopping board, and gently hugged it in his arms.

The movements were gentle, as if he didn't know if it was injured or not, and he was afraid that it would be hurt if he used too much force.

In a daze, Feng Qi felt that she had fallen into a familiar and warm embrace, and she couldn't help but let out a meow.

The lazy sleeping position coupled with this cute meow made the heart of those who heard it soften for no reason.

As soon as Si Chen changed his stern expression just now, the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

When he walked out of the darkroom, Si Chen said to Ye Bei who was guarding outside: "Send Miss Fengqi back."

(End of this chapter)