Wang Jie spent half a day of effort to bring all these gifts from the little milk cat "cute" back to the house, he wiped his sweat, looking at this large pile of deliciousness, he couldn't help but sigh, there is no need to buy vegetables at home in the future, as long as the little milk cat is put in the middle of the road, the little guy's cute acting skills are launched, and there is a steady stream of delicious food at home......

Tsk, that's a great way to make a fortune.

The little white dog didn't expect that the sprinkling and rolling method he invented was beaten by the little milk cat's cuteness, and he was lying in the corner in a depressed mood, with half a sausage in the corner of his mouth, and a pair of black eyes kept turning.

From then on, as long as Wang Jie and the little flower cat didn't pay attention, the little milk cat ran to the side of the road, and when he saw someone carrying a plastic bag, he rushed forward to sell cuteness and beg for something delicious.

Almost 99% of the people are cute to the little milk cat to a bloody face, willing to dedicate the best delicious dried fish and all kinds of meat, before leaving do not forget to hug the little milk cat, kiss and gnaw, take a photo, as a souvenir.

In less than three days, all kinds of delicious food have been stuffed into the refrigerator, but the little guy is so cute that he is addicted, as long as he doesn't pay attention for a while, he sneaks out, and after a while, he runs back with a bunch of delicious food......

Wang Jie looked at the refrigerator that was full of Dengdeng, which had nowhere to stuff, and looked up to the sky and wanted to cry without tears, why are there so many cat slaves in the world!

Oh my God! Give me a reasonable explanation!

"I don't eat the cute things of the little things, I can only stuff them in the refrigerator and wait for them to spoil......" Wang Jie picked up a turkey leg, cut it into slices with a knife, put it on a plate, and put it in front of Chu Xiangling, "It's cheap." ”

"I didn't expect this little guy to be born with cute acting skills...... Xiang Ling picked up a piece with chopsticks and put it in his mouth to taste it, it tasted good.

Wang Jie nodded with a wry smile, looked at Zhengxiang's little milk cat sleeping in the cage, and secretly laughed in his heart that this kitten was completely born to sell cuteness.

Tang Jiajun, a talented person in the shopping mall who was born at birth, was in a mess, and he was willing to give 40,000 yuan a month to raise him, and now he can sprout a group of people with a few random movements on the road, so that they can willingly hand over all the delicious ......

If it continues like this, when the little guy is successful, I don't know how strong it will be......

"Even I can't help but be adored by Qiuqiu." Chu Xiangling grabbed a tissue and wiped his mouth, and said with a smile, "Now that the cute pet is in charge, the little guy will be of great use in the future." ”

Wang Jie smiled and agreed, everything can be resisted, but Meng killed the Quartet!

The little flower cat was lying on the windowsill, looking at the sleeping son of Zhengxiang, drooping his eyes and meowing, his heart was full of sadness. As the heir of the great cat family, he was reduced to surviving by selling cuteness?

It's a shame for the cats!

Little Flower Cat feels the need to train her son in survival skills, and the first thing he should learn is to catch mice.

I can't even catch rats, how can I mix them when I go out in the future?

Little Flower Cat made up her mind, crawled to Wang Jie's side, meowed at him, and asked about the feasibility of this suggestion.

After listening to this, Wang Jie smiled and touched the little flower cat's head, and winked at Xiangling, "The little flower cat wants to teach the ball to catch the mouse, ask me how about this suggestion......"

"In fact, where to teach with a little flower cat, as long as the ball squats in front of the mouse, the mouse can be killed in the blink of an eye." Chu Xiangling smiled, "Don't you eat small biscuits, my sister makes a lot of small biscuits......"

"What does she do with so many cookies?" Wang Jie couldn't help but be curious and asked.

"Doing fun, she's the person, if you want to play a ......" Chu Xiangling looked up at the ceiling, thinking of her sister's unhappy marriage, and sighed faintly.

The two of them chatted while eating, not beware of the little guy waking up, meowed, walked out of the cage, looked at the cat father who was lying on the windowsill, and tiptoed in the direction of the door.

The sharp-eyed Wang Jie immediately discovered the movement of the little milk cat, patted Xiang Ling, and pointed to the little guy who was raising his legs high and walking lightly, moving towards the door little by little.

Xiang Ling held his cheek with one hand and looked at this cute thing with interest, this is ready to go out and kill a group of cat slaves again?

The little flower cat had already discovered his son's movements, swished over, stretched out his paws to block the way, meowed, naughty son, are you going to sell cute?

"Meow!" The little cute goods squatted in front of the cat father, blinked a pair of beautiful eyes, and screamed milkily.

The little flower cat doesn't eat this cute combination of it, so she can't help but say, she picks up the back of her son's neck, pulls and drags, and takes the little thing to the small garden and puts it on the ground.

The little cute thing looked up at the uncle starling who was squatting on the branch and quacking, meowed twice, and the starling flew down and landed beside him, "Quack, little Mengmeng, quack, good drifting......"

The little flower cat slapped the starling away.

The little milk cat looked at the cat father with a confused expression, and he was squatting in front of a mouse hole, raising his paws to poke inside.

After probing a few times and catching out a bunch of messy grass roots, the little flower cat gestured at the little milk cat, come and try!

The little milk cat followed its example, and slowly, little by little, stretched its white little paws into the black rumbling rat hole.

The little cat looked at its slow and leisurely appearance, and screamed anxiously, and the little milk cat reluctantly stuffed its paws in, and hooked it in the cat's father's movements, and quickly took it out, and did not forget to raise its paws to its mouth, and blew the dust on it.

The little flower cat slapped her on the head, oh my God, is this really my son? How is it so! I won't even dig a mouse hole!

must have inherited the character of the Persian cat, and made a living by selling cuteness!

Little Flower Cat suddenly felt desperate.

The little milk cat seems to have no interest in digging the mouse hole, and the action is very perfunctory, not only refusing to poke into the paws, but finally even biting the tail of the little flower cat, sticking to it like a large broom, and refusing to dig the hole again.

The little flower cat turned her head and looked at her son, who was wagging his tail and having fun, and licked his paws helplessly, why do I have such a bear son?

This must be a joke between God and me!

"Your Majesty, the clever cat, there is nothing to be done now." Wang Jie smiled, walked to the small garden and brought the little flower cat back, the little milk cat hung on the tail of the little flower cat like a large bottle, refusing to let go of its claws.

Wang Jie carried this "string" cat to the bathroom, and asked Xiang Ling to bring the prepared warm water over, and the little flower cat saw that it was going to bathe it, and suddenly screamed in fright, and kept struggling, trying to run out of Wang Jie's hands.

Wang Jie couldn't help but press it in the basin, the little cat fluttered all over the room with water, and finally lay in the basin with a desperate face, letting Wang Jie use a brush to help it clean up the cat's hair little by little.

The little milk cat that has been holding the tail of the little flower cat to play released its claws in the violent flutter of the little flower cat, tilted its head and opened its eyes wide, looking curiously at the cat father being stuffed into the basin by the owner, it is very curious, what is in the round pot, will make the cat father afraid of this?

The little one tiptoed to the edge of the basin, lifted one of his paws, put it into it, and immediately pulled it back as if it had been burned, and meowed.

"What's wrong, little one?" Chu Xiangling hurriedly ran over, picked up the little milk cat, and asked with concern.