Chapter 235 The Boss's Cat in His Palm 24
However, as Pei Ji bent down to pour the duck meat into the iron bowl, Song Jinhuan, as usual, nuzzled her head against his sleeve, and her whole body stiffened.
Does it smell like another cat?
Not sure? Let me smell it again!
She leaned closer and took a deep sniff.
He was trembling all over.
"Meow--"
Sanjin is right!
"Meow meow meow!"
How could there be a cuter and more obedient kitten than her outside!
Pei Ji is blind!
"Meow—"
You smell like another cat!
"Meow meow meow—"
Pei Ji, you're finished!
Waaaaah, you big jerk! I'm never talking to you again!
The little dumpling suddenly erupted, its cries growing more and more aggrieved as it retreated step by step, its cat-like face drooping.
Pei Ji was puzzled. They had been getting along very well lately, and the little dumpling hadn't expressed her dissatisfaction with him in a long time.
He glanced at the duck meat. Didn't he like it?
The thought had barely crossed my mind when I saw the little dumpling, like a bolt of lightning, overturn the large iron bowl and then dart into the deepest corner under the bed.
Pei Ji concluded that Little Seventeen did not like duck meat.
He quickly tidied up, poured out more cat food, and brought it to the bedside. After lying down, he saw the black and white cat in the corner.
They were curled up in a ball, looking particularly pitiful.
"Little Seventeen, come and eat this." He shook the bowl, and the rustling sound of the cat food hitting the metal bowl reached Song Jinhuan's ears.
She covered her ears with both hands, completely losing her appetite.
She had just felt like she was the most important little kitten in Pei Ji's heart, but when she turned around, she smelled the scent of another cat on him, which really broke her heart.
Should we bring the one outside back next?
And then they sent her away?
Pah! You piece of trash!
Pei Ji felt very uncomfortable, but he didn't know why.
The little dumpling might need some quiet time?
"I'll leave the cat food there. Remember to eat when you're hungry."
After he finished speaking, he waited for a while, and the kitten stayed there, motionless.
Pei Jiwei sighed almost imperceptibly and put the large iron bowl back in its place.
I had intended to carve jade, but the thought of the shrunken black and white blob completely dampened my enthusiasm.
He took a shower and went to bed early.
The indoor light gradually dimmed.
The man placed his large hand behind his head. "Little Seventeen?"
I silently repeated it three times in my mind, but there was no movement from the bed.
In the past, if I called Seventeen, she would not only appear at the bedside, but also respond with a meow.
Today, there is nothing.
A sense of loss suddenly descended.
Pei Ji took a few deep breaths, feeling uneasy, and couldn't understand what was wrong with Xiao Shiqi.
The moment he opened the door kept replaying in his mind. Little Seventeen wagged its tail more enthusiastically than ever before, circling around him.
It can suddenly flare up when you rub your head against your wrist.
Aside from the duck meat being the problem, he really couldn't understand it.
"Little Seventeen?" he called again, his voice soft and gentle.
Song Jinhuan heard it, but didn't want to pay attention.
She is very sad and angry right now.
There's also the fear of the unknown—what if Pei Ji abandons me?
It would be great if they could speak human language.
You can just ask directly.
It's really uncomfortable to be curled up in this corner and overthinking.
The ground was cool, not as warm as Pei Ji's chest.
The smell here is also unpleasant.
Pei Ji smelled nice, just like her.
Song Jinhuan felt increasingly aggrieved and took a nap in her frustration.
When I woke up, the room was quiet, with only the occasional meow from a cat outside the door.
She lost all curiosity.
I'm hungry.
The little dumpling walked to the big iron bowl and took several big bites of food in a fierce manner.
I'm not reconciled.
This matter cannot be left unresolved!
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