Chapter 234 The Boss's Cat in His Palm 23
Pei Ji brought back chicken breast this time, shredded it into strips and put it in a bowl.
The little dumpling would always finish all the food in the big iron bowl before she was satisfied.
This time, however, she not only left some, but also pushed the large iron bowl in front of Pei Ji.
"Meow~"
You eat~
Pei Ji was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted, his eyes flashing with light as he flicked her earlobe.
"Meow--"
What are you doing?
"Little Seventeen is too well-behaved, I couldn't resist." The scoundrel started spouting nonsense again.
Despite her reluctance, Song Jinhuan pushed the large iron bowl a little further away, meowing.
Eat up!
Everything is for a better future!
"I've already eaten, Little Seventeen, you can eat now."
Song Jinhuan glanced at his belly, "Meow~"
You said it yourself!
It's not that I didn't give it to you.
Pei Ji inexplicably understood her meaning, and chuckled as he nodded the cat's head, "Eat up, Little Seventeen is so filial."
Meow~
Then you must remember how good I was to you~
Pei Ji squatted to the side, watching the little dumpling eat the chicken breast clean.
The scene of pushing the bowl away kept replaying in his mind, and the darkness in his eyes deepened.
Little Seventeen has started to have feelings for him.
Very good, excellent!
...
As more and more prisoners in Area A have stray cats, Song Jinhuan, even if she is very curious, will no longer order Pei Ji to open the door for her like before.
Because Pei Ji didn't like it.
She was exceptionally well-behaved during this period.
She used to only be able to sleep in a cat bed, but now she has a place on that metal bed too!
Sleep wherever you want, however you want.
Even if she accidentally kicks Pei Ji in the face with her little paw while stretching, he won't say a word~
He would just pinch her paws, smell them under his nose, and then praise her in a lazy voice.
Little Seventeen is so cute, her paws smell sweet and are so soft, I want to rub them against her.
These are the words Pei Ji said most often.
Song Jinhuan gradually lost herself amidst these praises, even feeling that Pei Ji had reached the point where he couldn't live without her and that she was the only cat in his eyes!
She was quite confident and proud of this.
On this day, Pei Ji went out, saying he was going hunting for the little dumpling.
Song Jinhuan nestled on the table, basking in the sun, her little tail swaying listlessly.
She yawned lazily and purred contentedly.
“Sanjin, I have successfully won over Pei Ji,” Song Jinhuan said with absolute certainty.
Sanjin: "There are more and more stray cats in the prison. In Pei Ji's eyes, the host is just a pet, and a pet that was delivered to his door."
"He had no choice in the first place."
"Once he has experience raising you, if he takes a fancy to another kitten when he goes out, your position will be in jeopardy!"
This is not sensationalism, but a conclusion drawn from analysis.
In its eyes, the host didn't hold much importance in Pei Ji's heart.
With so many stray cats, any one of them could potentially replace its owner.
The more Sanjin spoke, the heavier his mood became.
Song Jinhuan suddenly felt a sense of crisis. What if there was a kitten outside who was more obedient, more clingy, cuter, and even more fragrant than her!
After all, Pei Ji's feelings for her were purely those of a master and a pet.
So, when Pei Ji returned, the little dumpling, for the first time ever, did not come to greet him because of the food in his hand.
Instead, she circled around him, constantly sniffing his trouser legs.
Meow~
It doesn't seem to have any particular smell.
Meow~
Very good, very good. She didn't go behind her back to play with other kittens.
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