Chapter 221 The Boss's Cat in His Palm 10
Pei Ji intensified his efforts.
The moment Song Jinhuan was shaken awake, she tilted her head and let out a "woof," biting the man's hand on his thumb.
Pei Ji raised an eyebrow; so he was still alive.
"Meow!"
What are you doing!
"Meow--"
How could you be such a human being?!
The cat's clear, deep eyes were filled with condemnation.
For some reason, for the first time in his life, Pei Ji felt guilty.
He coughed twice. "Dinner is ready."
As the heavenly voice rang out, Song Jinhuan's cat ears immediately stood up.
"Meow!"
Go go go!
If someone isn't proactive in their work, there's something wrong with their thinking!
Pei Ji watched as the little dumpling happily rushed to the iron bowl and obediently squatted down to wait.
He got up and walked over to the little dumpling, who was looking forward to it.
The moment the grain was distributed, he inexplicably felt that those bright green cat eyes were filled with adoration for him.
A strange feeling welled up inside me.
He quietly poured out a few more.
Song Jinhuan ate until her belly was bulging before stopping, with a lot still left in her bowl.
She paused for two seconds, intending to continue.
Pei Ji brushed her little head aside.
"If you can't eat, don't force yourself," Pei Ji advised.
That little belly of hers clearly shows she's eaten a lot.
Song Jinhuan was displeased upon hearing this and gave Pei Ji a resentful look.
When she first arrived, she suffered from hunger, and that feeling truly became a psychological trauma.
Pei Ji isn't exactly a considerate person.
She always felt that the other person was the kind of person who would only distribute food when they remembered.
The insecurity associated with this food... I force myself to eat it even when I don't feel like it!
Song Jinhuan stared at the large iron bowl; she was determined to succeed!
Then he buried his head in his work again.
His head was pried open again.
She looked up and meowed!
What are you doing?!
"Seriously, if you can't eat, then don't. Look at your stomach."
Pei Ji felt a headache coming on after he finished speaking. This little thing couldn't understand, so why did he say so much?
He simply poured the remaining cat food back into the bag.
The large iron bowl was instantly empty.
Song Jinhuan's Meow Meow Fist trembled slightly.
Pei Ji glanced at her bulging belly, reached under the table and pulled out a cat toy.
The clear, crisp sound of bells immediately filled Song Jinhuan's world; it was especially pleasant to hear.
A few swaying feathers were reflected in the depths of his eyes.
Her little tail stood up happily and twitched very quickly and with very small amplitude.
Her attention was immediately diverted.
All they could see was the swaying cat toy.
Pei Ji squatted down and swung the cat toy back and forth and up and down.
The kitten jumps here and there, sometimes rolling around on the ground.
Because it couldn't catch the cat toy, it made a "beep beep" sound as it shook its feathers, like a warning before an attack.
The feathers stopped moving.
The kitten pounced in a flash.
Pei Ji raised his hand, and she missed.
Then, Pei Ji received the kitten's low whimpering accusations.
“You have to rely on yourself,” he teased.
Song Jinhuan's eyes were only on the cat toy. She went around to Pei Ji's back and used him as a hiding place.
Its tiny body lay prone on the ground, its little tail swishing rapidly with its tail lowered.
It let out two mournful meows.
Then he rushed out again.
Pei Ji raised an eyebrow, surprised that the little thing was so clever and even knew how to set up an ambush.
Perhaps cats are born hunting experts, possessing an indelible wildness in their genes.
Compared to docile and exceptionally well-behaved pet cats, Pei Ji found these spirited and wild country cats more interesting.
Intelligence with a brain and intelligence that has been domesticated and is praised are two different concepts.
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