Chapter 219 The Boss's Cat in His Palm 8
What should I do if I break a bone?
Pei Ji himself asked the host to bite him, so why is he unhappy about being bitten once!
That's absolutely outrageous!
The host is right, Pei Ji is not human!
Sanjin was also furious. After a long silence, he said, "Host, stay calm. Once we've won him over, we'll poop and pee on his bed!"
Song Jinhuan: "???"
"Sanjin, how can you be so unhygienic?"
Sanjin: "Isn't that how other cats retaliate?"
Song Jinhuan: "I can't do it."
Sanjin comforted him, "It's alright. Once the host has built a good relationship with Pei Ji and established a certain emotional foundation, it's not too late to rebel!"
Song Jinhuan nodded. What Sanjin said made perfect sense!
She will work hard!
In order to live a life where Pei Ji would do whatever she wanted and wouldn't do anything to her, she had to cultivate a good relationship with him.
Song Jinhuan's little paws curled up slightly, showing inexplicable confidence in herself!
The next day, she put her plan to follow them into action.
She followed in whichever direction Pei Ji's feet led.
Pei Ji didn't notice at first, until he entered the restroom. As usual, his slender fingers were on his waistband, and his other hand was about to reach for something when his narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes unexpectedly met those bright green cat eyes on the ground.
His brow twitched violently.
When I'm alone, I have a habit of not closing the bathroom door.
Why is this little thing following me so closely?
"You, get out."
"Meow!"
I don't!
Whatever you do, just do the opposite of what the other person does!
Song Jinhuan walked over to his feet.
Pei Ji lowered his eyes, watching the little kitten, whose secret was exposed, continue to act recklessly, and a bad feeling inexplicably arose in his heart.
This little guy has a very strong temper; he'll probably cause him even more trouble as he grows up.
He had to bend down, pick up the little dumpling, and throw it to the doorway.
However, as soon as I put him down, the little dumpling rushed over.
Pei Ji quickly closed the door and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He walked to the toilet, and just as he took it out, he heard meowing sounds from outside. When there was no movement inside, he started scratching at the door.
Pei Ji cursed under his breath, hastily finished using the toilet, strode to the door, and opened it.
I was originally going to say something harsh.
However, the little dumpling was squatting innocently at the door, looking up at him.
With its little tail curled up and its little paws tucked in, it looked incredibly adorable.
They stopped calling it.
He swallowed the words of blame.
He turned around and silently washed his hands.
Looking at the little dumpling covered in fur, a wicked smile curled up from the corner of his lips.
He bent down, picked up the little dumpling, and wiped all the water from his hands onto her, ignoring her struggles.
The originally dry and fluffy fur immediately deflated and shrank after getting wet.
Her big, round eyes seemed to droop at the corners at this moment.
They were disheveled and pitiful.
Song Jinhuan meowed and backed away, grumbling and cursing again.
He's sick! He's seriously ill!
Pei Ji is seriously ill!
The more exasperated the little dumpling became, the more comfortable Pei Ji felt.
He leaned against the doorframe with great interest, arms crossed, watching the vulnerable little thing protest in her own way.
Tsk tsk tsk...
The entire cell seemed to have become interesting and lively.
Well, he has to admit that he does have a somewhat wicked side.
Song Jinhuan hid back under the bed, licking her fur while complaining to Sanjin.
"That's too much! He's gone too far!"
"I hate being all wet!"
"How could he be so mean! How could he use me to wipe his hands!"
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