The white girl stood proudly on the stone bench, she had a premonition that she was going to overthrow Master Zhang, and from then on she took the shovel officer to the peak of cat life (in Zhang's mansion).

Oops, the shovel officer really still wants her to take care of it. ^_^

The stone bench is still some distance from the stone table, and the white girl is now three months old, and her body has grown into a cat boy, and this distance is not a problem for her. She stood on the stone bench and leaped lightly—hey? She was so confused in mid-air that she was so far away?!!

The white girl was so shocked that she waved her claws again and again to reach the table, and in a panic, she picked a paw to the edge of the table, and before she had time to rejoice, she felt that she had deducted something smooth, and with a brush, she fell to the ground with a cat, and five or six plates of paint on the table were instantly swept down by the painting, and crackled on the ground and bloomed all over the ground.

The white girl's white hair was splashed red, she was stunned for a moment, and before she could calm down, she heard an exclamation not far away: "My painting!!"

Master Zhang is back!

The white girl was taken aback, and she also knew that she was in trouble, and she definitely had no good fruit to eat when she ran into Master Zhang, but how to deal with the aftermath now?

Master Zhang just went to the thatched house in a hurry, only to turn around, and when he came back, he saw that the painting was swept to the ground by the cat, and the paint was also messed up and smashed to the ground, and when he got angry, he pointed at the little white cat and scolded: "You little hairy beast!!"

The little white cat was so frightened that both ears stiffened, and it suddenly lowered its head and grabbed the corner of the painting, and then dragged the painting away! The white girl ran fast after being frightened, poor Master Zhang, a middle-aged and beautiful man in literature and art, chased after him and was out of breath, he saw that he couldn't catch up, so he took off his shoes and threw them angrily at the white girl.

The white girl whose shoes did not hit the dust, but Master Zhang himself became a one-legged golden rooster. The white girl was dressed in purple and red, and she kept running all the way to the old lady's yard with a painting in her mouth. Amber and Xia Hua were all taken aback when they saw it, and hurriedly opened the curtain, and the white girl lowered her head and dragged the painting in without much effort.

The old lady was looking at a scripture book in the room, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw a colorful living thing, and when she looked down, it was a white girl with a purple and red color, and she was slightly surprised: "What's the matter?"

The old lady beckoned the cat to come over, but Qiu Shi hurriedly blocked it and said to the little white cat on the ground, "Don't come over yet, white girl." ”

As soon as the words fell, the little white cat really stood still, it looked at the old lady and meowed charmingly, turned its head and dragged it to the feet of the old lady as if offering a treasure with a painting, and did not rub it against the old lady at all. The old lady looked at the plum blossoms on the painting and couldn't see the paint, guessing that the painting must have been painted by her son, but the cat came to honor herself, and she was a little proud in her heart, and said with a smile: "Oh, are you going to give me this painting!"

The little white cat squatted in place and meowed happily.

The old lady hurriedly came over: "Quickly get a basin of water to wipe it, look at this body of paint!"

Qiu Shi responded and left, and when he walked to the door, he ran into Master Zhang, who was chasing after him, and hurriedly retreated to the side. Master Zhang chased the cat in with an angry face, and before he could speak, the old lady smiled and beckoned to him: "Boss, do you see if you drew this?"

Seeing the old lady smiling, Master Zhang couldn't help but hold back his anger, and replied: "It was my son who painted it." ”

As soon as the little 'white' cat saw Master Zhang, he slipped away and hid behind the old lady, and Master Zhang wanted to kick it, but now it is impossible, because his mother said to him proudly: "Look, your painting was taken by the white girl to give it to me!"

The old lady opened her teeth, she covered her mouth and smiled like a happy old child, Master Zhang held back in one breath, poof, angry and happy, he deliberately said strangely: "But isn't it, this cat thief, some good things have to be brought to you." ”

The old lady laughed so much that the pearls on her head trembled, and the little white cat hid behind her, meowing softly and sweetly. The old lady turned her head to look at it, and said to Master Zhang: "You are not allowed to be angry with it, this cat is spiritual." ”

Master Zhang sat down beside the old lady, glanced at the white cat with his eyes, and said something sincere: "How can it, as long as it can make you laugh, even if you take all the paintings in your son's study, your son is willing." ”

Mr. Zhang was filial, and the old lady was praised all over her body, and the smile on her face couldn't be stopped. Qiu Shi brought in a basin of hot water, and the people in the room didn't have the slightest respect for a cat's *, so they asked Qiu Shi to put the hot water here.

When an ordinary cat sees the water, it is as if it wants to die, and if it wants to give the cat ancestor a bath, he must be ready to be scratched and his face is full of flowers. Qiu Shi was already mentally prepared for the white girl to resist violently, who knew that the white girl was not a common cat, and when people saw the water, they took the initiative to run out from behind the old lady. It didn't have to do it with Qiu Shi, first stretched out its little paw and lit some water to test the water temperature, and felt satisfied, it stepped into the water by itself, Si Swen slowly squatted down, and then watched Qiu Shi wait for her to take a bath.

The old lady also had a cat, the kitten can't take a bath, bathe the big cat, no two or three girls can't hold a struggling big cat. It was the first time she saw the cat take the initiative to take a bath, and she was surprised.

The three adults stared at the cat bathing, the white girl was getting more and more cheeky, she was now naked and hairy, and some problems could not be taken too seriously if she changed the shell.

The only thing that is fortunate is that the crisis has been resolved!