Reborn as the Villain President’s Cat & Dog

Seeing this, Si Junduo quickly took him into his arms, but Wen Mingyi still exploded his hair, screaming at Jiang Zimo "meow" with grinning teeth. He quickly followed the little orange cat's fur and comforted, "It's okay, he won't touch you, be good."

Jiang Zimo looked at the orange cat in front of him. He only felt that he had never seen such a fierce cat. He looked down at his hand. There were obviously three scratches on the back of his hand. Although there was no blood, it was hot and painful.

Wen Mingyi followed his sight and saw his masterpiece, licked his little paw triumphantly, and called himself in his heart, but when he realized what he was doing, he instantly became petrified. Why did he lick his paw again! ! Fuck, how much this orange cat loves to lick his paws! You have to control yourself!

Then, Wen Mingyi abruptly put down his small paws and squatted into the arms of Jundor again.

Looking at the scratches on Jiang Zimo's hand, Si Jundor had to explain to his younger brother, "Sorry, he doesn't like being touched by others. You should have scared him just now, so he just caught you."

After he finished speaking, he reached out and squeezed Wen Mingyi's little paws in a bad manner, trying to give a warning to the orange cat in his arms, but the pad of the little orange cat was too soft, soft and warm, and squeezed it up. Full of elasticity, the priest Jundor squeezed for a long time, but he couldn't bear to make it hard, so he could only squeeze his little pad softly and gently touch his little paw.

"It's okay." Jiang Zimo put down his captured hand, "I just looked at it cute and wanted to hug it. I didn't expect it to be quite fierce."

The priest Jundor didn't think he was fierce, and he even thought that when Wen Mingyi became an orange cat, he was a little more cute and cute than usual, "He's pretty good." He whispered, "Just don't touch him. Up."

Jiang Zimo was a little unhappy when he heard him refute him. He looked at the little orange cat next to him. The little orange cat was glaring at him. Seeing him looking over, he opened his mouth in warning, showing his sharp teeth.

Jiang Zimo was dissatisfied, and silently folded his scratched hand into a fist, and asked the priest Jundor, "Why did you raise a cat all of a sudden? Are you so busy at ordinary times, do you have time to take care of it?"

"There is still time to take care of him." Si Jundor said, suddenly felt that the little guy in his arms suddenly started to move, the next second, he jumped directly out of his arms, walked to the other side, and lifted it. He lifted his front paw, patted it in the clearing, and then looked back at him, "meow meow meow"-you sit here.

Priest Jundor:...

Priest Jundor felt that he had become a cat, and he was quite worried.

Seeing that he did not move, Wen Mingyi thought he did not understand, walked to him, opened his mouth, bit his shirt, and dragged him aside.

Shi Junduo sighed helplessly and picked him up. Wen Mingyi unconsciously let go, the shirt in his mouth fell out, and a pair of amber cat eyes looked at him in a daze, "Meow?"

Priest Jundor moved aside, put him on his lap again, and touched his little pink nose with his finger. Wen Mingyi took the opportunity to rub his palm and asked him to tickle himself.

Seeing that Si Jundor had moved a little away from him, Jiang Zimo quickly moved his position and prepared to get closer to him. However, as soon as he moved, he was seen by Wen Mingyi. In the next second, Jiang Zimo had not had time to get close. Ming Yi had already jumped and leaned across between the two, with his tail erected, and his hair was exploded, yelling "meow" at him-stay away from my brother.

Jiang Zimo didn't move right away, and he could only look at the priest Jundor in embarrassment.

How can Si Jundor not know what Wen Mingyi meant, and helplessly stretched out his hand to hug him back in his arms, but Wen Mingyi's claws pressed hard, grabbing the thin blanket on the soft and not letting go, and directly grabbed the thin blanket. Up.

When Wang Sheng came in, he saw such a scene, and immediately shouted, "Si Jundor, please be gentle. I just bought this blanket. If you catch it, you will pay for it."

The priest Jundor was too lazy to pay attention to him. He looked at the orange cat who was unwilling to move his nest alive and alive, and whispered: "Let go."

However, Wen Mingyi didn't let go.

The priest wanted to call him Mingming habitually, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them alertly and changed his words, "Wen Wen."

Wen Mingyi: "Meow?"

Wang Sheng put things on the soft cave for them, holding a blue ocean ball in his hand to tease Wen Mingyi, "Do you want it?"

Wen Mingyi:...

Wen Mingyi ignored him indifferently.

Wang Sheng was puzzled. He looked at Si Jundor and was very puzzled: "Didn't it mean that cats like round objects?"

However, he is not a real cat, Si Jundor said indifferently: "Obviously, he doesn't like it."

Seeing this, Wang Sheng had to put the ball away, "This cat is called Wen Wen?"

Si Jundor gave an "um" and touched the orange cat's head, "Wen Wen."

Wen Mingyi:...

Wen Mingyi raised his head dissatisfiedly and meowed at him a few times. The priest Jundor smiled and shook his head, speaking softly but firmly, "Just call this, I like it."

Wen Mingyi was so angry that he turned around and spread out his limbs, letting himself collapse on the soft couch. Wen Wen and other things are really not cool at all, okay!

Wang Sheng took the opportunity to sneak his tail, but before his hand touched him, he was stopped by the priest Jundor, "Sneaky."

Wang Sheng smiled haha, and left in a serene manner.

Jiang Zimo saw that Wang Sheng had left, and turned his eyes to the cat lying beside him, fixed his eyes for a while, and asked the priest Jundor, "Is this cat really yours? It's not Wen Mingyi's, so it's called Wen. temperature."

Wen Mingyi felt that he was quite sharp, but it was a pity that people became cats, let alone Jiang Zimo, he would never have thought of it.

Priest Jundor calmly said, "No."

He nodded Wen Mingyi's cat head with his finger, and said, "Mine. I raised it."

Wen Mingyi:...

Wen Mingyi moved his head to his front legs and began to lick the hair on his legs. and many more! He raised his head suddenly, why did he start licking his fur again, bah bah bah!

Seeing Wen Mingyilai between him and Jiang Zimo, the priest refused to get up. He hugged him twice without moving, so he went with him. He picked up the remote control, selected the film according to Jiang Zimo's request, and watched it with him. Jiang Zimo wanted to get close to him, but because there was a Wen Mingyi lying in the middle, he was embarrassed to stand up and go around to the other side, so he could only give up.

Si Jundor was watching the movie, but suddenly he felt a little more weight on his legs. He looked down and saw that the little orange cat changed his lying position from vertical to horizontal, putting his front paws on his head. On my lap, seeing my head lowered, I tilted my head to look at myself and moved my ears.

Priest Jundor smiled and squeezed his little paw.

Wen Mingyi turned over and played with his fingers. After playing for a while, Wen Mingyi suddenly thought of something. He let go of his hand, raised his front paw, and patted the thigh of the priest Jundor.

Priest Jundor lowered his head again and looked at him puzzled.

then! He found Wen Mingyi's front paws back and forth on his legs, and he started writing!

Probably to make him see or feel his strokes clearly, Wen Mingyi's writing was so large that his movements were not small, and Jiang Zimo couldn't help but secretly glanced at him.

But he didn't know anything, so he only thought that the orange cat in front of him wanted to attract the attention of the priest, so he was making trouble.

"Does it not like this environment?" He deliberately asked the priest Jundor, "Or, let's send it to the boss first. I don't think it is very suitable for it."

After hearing the words, Si Junduo glanced at Jiang Zimo, thinking that you can think too much, why is he not used to this place? He is so adapted! So I plan to watch it together, now I am asking for Coke!

"No need." Priest Jundor said, "He just wants to play with me."

Priest Jundor took out his cell phone and searched the Internet: Can cats drink Coke?

As a result, the first one is clear-cut: No! The stomach of cats is different from that of humans, no!

Wen Mingyi saw that he had been asking for a Coke for a long time, so his brother didn't give it to him. He also played with his cell phone, and climbed directly on top of him in a hurry, lifting his little melon seeds to prevent him from looking at the phone, "Meow Meow Meow" Meow meow, meow meow!"-Look at what cell phone, look at me!

Shi Jundor looked at his cat's paw, picked him up, pointed to the Baidu search page on his mobile phone to show him, and pointed his finger on the three words "No."

Wen Mingyi:...

Wen Mingyi looked up at Shi Jundor helplessly, meowing dissatisfied—"You really treat me as a cat! First of all, I am a man! I am not a real cat, kiss!"

He meowed, and thinking that Si Jundor couldn't understand it, he shook his little head desperately, and shook his little paw.

But the attitude of the priest Jundor was very firm. He listened to Wen Mingyi's meowing, watching him beg his head like a rattle, and suddenly reached out and grabbed his swinging paw, and typed on the phone: Then we stone Scissors, whoever wins, listen to whoever.

Wen Mingyi: "Meow?"

The priest Jundor stretched out two slender fingers, opening and closing, like a pair of smart scissors.

Wen Mingyi... Wen Mingyi looked down at his little paws, the white fluff, the pink meat pads, they are all lovely, but! ! No matter how you look at it, he can only publish! !

This is more than anything, this is simply deceiving the cat too much! It's the kind of blatant bullying without hiding!

Wen Mingyi was so angry that he patted Priest Jundor's hand with a paw. Priest Jundor smiled and held him tightly in his arms, gently stroking his back, his eyes were full of warmth, "Goodbye."