Chapter 135: Little Fat Cat Drinks

Qin Yanchuan didn't work overtime today and came back early.

As soon as he stepped into the living room, he saw his two nephews sitting in front of the sofa, with the cow cat sitting in the arms of the eldest nephew. The two of them and the cat were staring at the projection screen opposite them.

And on the screen, a movie about cats and mice was playing.

“…”

Qin Yeyan invited him warmly: "Uncle, do you want to sit down and watch it with me?"

Qin Yanchuan glanced into Qin Qi's arms, where the little fat cat was leaning comfortably.

Only half a day has passed.

He pursed his lips and politely refused: "No."

After dinner, Qin Yanchuan locked himself in the study and stayed there for two or three hours.

It was dark outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. He put down the sketch pencil in his hand and looked quietly at the sketch he had just completed in front of him.

With every stroke, the outline of the young woman's upper body is expertly outlined, and her smile is faint and gentle.

Qin Yanchuan stared for a moment, then closed his eyes, rubbed his brows, and put the album back into the drawer.

He stood up and walked out of the study. Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the door, he saw the cat lying on the floor, drowsy.

When she saw him coming out, she immediately rushed over, hugged his calves and rubbed them with her head.

"Meow~"

"Mu~"

Are you waiting for him?

Qin Yanchuan bent down, picked up the little fat cat, and gently tapped its forehead, "You still have some conscience."

Shi Yang hummed in his heart, of course, I was worried that you, old man, were hiding in there crying.

It was getting late, so Qin Yanchuan carried the cat back to the bedroom, took a quick bath, and casually put on a black bathrobe.

Shi Yang immediately jumped into the man's arms and clung to his still wet chest madly.

Qin Yanchuan was already accustomed to the nature of this lecherous cat. He carried the cat to the wine cabinet, picked up a bottle of whiskey, walked to the bar and sat down, and slowly mixed himself a glass of wine.

Shi Yang lay on the bar with his paws in his pocket, squinting his eyes, looking calm and composed.

He just watched Qin Yanchuan sitting at the bar, his chin supported by one hand, drinking one glass after another in the lonely late night.

Sure enough, every boss has such sad nights.

I don’t know how much time passed before Qin Yanchuan’s face began to look a little drunk. He put down his wine glass, stood up, and walked to the bathroom with his usual steady steps.

Shi Yang had been smelling the wine for so long that he felt a little horny. While Qin Yanchuan was away, he put his head into the wine glass and quickly licked a few sips of the wine.

In theory, kittens can't drink alcohol, but they are not real cats.

When Qin Yanchuan came out of the bathroom and sat back at the bar, he just picked up the wine glass and was about to drink when he suddenly noticed something was wrong.

There were a few stains on the table next to the wine glass.

Qin Yanchuan put down his wine glass and cast a scrutinizing gaze at the cow cat beside him, tapping the table with his fingertips. "Did you drink secretly?"

The little fat cat was still lying there, staring at me with a pair of clear and innocent big eyes and round pupils, "Meow~ Meow~"

No! No!

Qin Yanchuan reached out and picked up the little fat cat, lowered his head and moved closer to it, and sniffed its mouth.

Not surprisingly, there was a faint smell of alcohol and kitten.

He stretched out his index finger and poked the little fat cat's mouth, trying to figure out whether to laugh or not. "Stinky, didn't you brush your teeth?"

Shi Yang: "..."

Are you polite?

Qin Yanchuan rested his head on his arm, lying on the table in a casual manner, and reached out to poke Shi Yang's forehead, "Little cat can't drink alcohol."

His tone was slightly drawn out, his voice was sloppy and lazy, and although he didn't look drunk at all, his tone sounded like he was drunk.

Shi Yang closed his eyes and lay down like a dead cat, pretending to be asleep.

The amount of alcohol in the glass is no different from before. The little fat cat probably didn't drink much, so it's okay.

Qin Yanchuan touched its belly, then changed the wine glass and mixed himself a new glass of wine.

Shi Yang was lying there when he suddenly felt dizzy.

He sat up in a daze, resting his furry head on Qin Yanchuan's arm, squinting his eyes and meowing for a while.

After meowing, he closed his eyes again, and after a while he started meowing again.

Qin Yanchuan looked at the little fat cat and knew that it had gotten itself drunk.

It's okay to be drunk. A little cat won't go crazy when drunk.

Ten minutes later.

Qin Yanchuan sat in front of the bar, watching the cow cat jump down from the bar with an indescribable look on his face, and walked forward crookedly with his hands and feet flexed.

It touched the foot of the sofa, so it lay down and rolled twice, then got up and stumbled forward.

Walking to the bed, the little fat cat jumped onto the bed with a whoosh, but fell down in mid-air.

“Ouch!”

The little fat cat climbed up stubbornly, and after scratching with its two paws for a long time, it finally climbed onto the bed.

Then, it started waving its paws at the bed, opened its mouth to bite the quilt, and made a non-stop "wow wow wow" sound, as if it was swearing.

Qin Yanchuan: “…”

Master Qin had seen all kinds of big scenes, but in his thirty years of life, this was the first time he saw Little Cat go crazy while drunk.

Shi Yang didn't expect that he would get drunk after just two sips of wine.

After making a lot of noise for a while and biting a hole in the bed sheet, he finally gave up and lay down on the bed listlessly.

[Ah 8, remember to call me before I turn back into a human]

Thinking of what happened last time when he used the invisibility cloak, he stressed again with concern: [One hour early!]

【Okay, host. 】

No, he's so sleepy, he needs to take a nap first.

Qin Yanchuan finished the remaining half glass of wine, washed up simply, and returned to bed to rest.

The cow cat was still lying next to him, sleeping with its legs spread out, its two paws still holding onto a corner of the quilt, its round belly rising and falling slowly.

Qin Yanchuan was also a little drunk and unconscious.

He put his index finger under the little fat cat's pink nose and sniffed its breath.

Not dead.

Qin Yanchuan lay down with peace of mind and tucked the corner of the quilt for the little fat cat.

Shi Yang should be back tomorrow. He will definitely like this little fat cat.

Qin Yanchuan raised his hand to turn off the light, clasped his hands in front of his abdomen, and closed his eyes calmly.