At night, the little flower cat meows and jumps out of the window to enjoy the nightlife.

"Little Flower Cat's nightlife is still very rich!" Wang Jie looked at the string of cats following behind Little Flower Cat and couldn't help laughing.

"Cats, nature is an animal that likes to play......" Xiang Ling held a mop and dragged the ground, and said with a smile.

Wang Jie picked up his daughter Qianqian and pinched her little nose, "This little baby, is it also a little guy who likes to play?"

Qianqian's nose was pinched and hurt, her small mouth pouted, and she raised her little hand and patted it on the back of Wang Jie's hand, angry.

Wang Jie smiled awkwardly, put Qianqian on the sofa, snatched the mop in Xiangling's hand, and said I'll come, and dragged the ground one by one.

"Whew, it's finally relaxing!" Xiang Ling leaned back on the sofa, looked at his sleeping son Goudan uneasily, sighed softly, and stretched his waist.

The little cat jumped off the windowsill and disappeared into the dark night.

"Meow meow!" the little flower cat came to the street, and barked majestically, and the stray cats came out of the treetops, under the walls, on the side of the road, and through the garbage cans, and looked up at the little flower cat Majesty, the bearer of the street.

The little cat's gaze fell on a distant back, and it jumped off the trash can, tiptoeing briskly, running to the place where the black shadow had just stayed.

On a newspaper, a fragrant grilled chicken thigh is placed.

The little flower cat squinted its eyes, looked at this chicken leg, raised its nose and sniffed it, it immediately frowned slightly, shook its beard, and meowed, no, this chicken leg can't be eaten!

"Meow!" the little flower cat called a yellow-skinned cat and let it follow behind him with a chicken leg in its mouth, while the little flower cat sniffed and chased in the direction of the back just now.

Seeing the black shadow burrowing into a house, the little flower cat stopped, licked its paws lightly, and barked.

The big yellow cat with the chicken leg in its mouth ran to it, looked up at the little flower cat, and waited for instructions.

The little flower cat took the chicken leg, lightly stepped on the ground, and quickly disappeared into the darkness in the corner.

The strong man thinks that his plan is foolproof, what cat doesn't like to eat chicken legs? Since you like it, I'll give you one!

"Wife, let me tell you, this time the kitten is dead!" The strong man took out the key and opened the door, and hurriedly asked his wife for credit.

"Hmph, let them be shy, give them some power first!" the young woman sneered.

The strong man closed the door with his hand, but he didn't see a black shadow slipping in like a ghost.

The little flower cat took the chicken leg in her mouth, slightly choked her nose, and found the location of the kitchen.

He lifted his legs and walked cautiously in the direction of the kitchen.

The door to the kitchen was hidden, and with little effort, the little cat slipped in, looked up at the marble desk, and jumped on it with a whoosh on both hind legs.

On the desk are several blue and white porcelain plates, several spice bottles, a microwave oven, and a handful of coriander.

The most annoying thing about the little flower cat is the smell of coriander, and she couldn't help but sneeze, and immediately a voice came from the living room, "What's the movement?"

The strong man immediately got up and walked into the kitchen, pushed the door and saw that there was nothing. He muttered something he had just heard......

Ahh

The strong man sneezed and raised his hand to open the kitchen window to let in fresh air from outside.

"Phew!" the little cat learned from its master's movements, raised its paws and patted its head, shh

During the day, the troublesome little boy ran from the bedroom to the kitchen to drink water, and when he saw a fragrant chicken leg in the porcelain plate, he grabbed it and nibbled on it without saying a word.

The young woman who was wearing lipstick in front of the small mirror watched her son eat a big chicken leg in his hand, and couldn't help but hook the gluttony, "Good son, let my mother eat a bite too......"

"Little rabbit cub, spend money again!" the strong man laughed, and suddenly his eyes fell on the chicken leg in his son's hand, "Where did you buy this chicken leg?"

"I didn't buy it, it's in the kitchen, it's so nice to be a dad, and he left me a big chicken leg ......" The little boy leaned over to the strong man and kissed it, giggling.

"Where did the chicken legs come from in the kitchen?" The strong man looked carefully, and when he saw the red powder sprinkled on the chicken legs, Huo jumped up and slapped the chicken legs in his son's hand, "You can't eat it, this chicken leg is a mouse drug!"

"Mouse medicine?" The little boy was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that the world was spinning, and his eyes were dark, and he lay on the ground with a bang, and his mouth full of foam did not know who was unknown.

"Hit 120!" the strong man's eyes turned red and he yelled at his wife.

The little flower cat squatted on the kitchen windowsill on the sixth floor, grabbed the air with one paw, and almost didn't fall, so frightened that it hurriedly withdrew its paws, and looked around carefully with wide eyes, and there was a circular drainage pipe not far away, leading downstairs.

The little flower cat slowly arched its body, like a sharp arrow about to shoot, swooped out, and went straight to the white drain pipe a meter away!

The little flower cat's body fell rapidly, and after falling to a height of two meters, the little flower cat finally clasped the white drainage pipe with two paws, curled up and lay on it, using all four paws together, like a monkey climbing a tree, moving its body down little by little.

"Mom, fly the lynx!" By the window on the fifth floor, a little boy watched the little flower cat fly sideways, and climbed down a little bit with his four paws on the pipe, and exclaimed.

"Fly your grandma's claws! Are you done with your homework? If you can't finish writing, see if your father doesn't pick your ......skin when he comes back," there was a scolding sound from the living room, and the little boy hammered the table in frustration, grabbed the brick-thick "Ten Years of High School Entrance Examination and Six Years Simulation", frowned, and slammed it on the table.

When the four paws fell to the ground, the little flower cat meowed softly, looked up at the sixth floor, and licked her lips proudly.

In the distance, a red and white ambulance creaked and creaked, all the way away.

"Who's in trouble?" The two old ladies sitting on the side of the road chatting chatted while munching melon seeds, looking at the cars in the distance, and gossiping excitedly.

"Is that little cub of the old Chen family, Chen Er's stunned family, it is estimated that he has provoked a powerful role, and he has been cleaned up, this family is domineering, it should be!"

"Do bad things and meet ghosts, no matter him!"

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The little flower cat trotted all the way back home, jumped in through the window, and quietly ran to the bedroom, at this time Wang Jie and Xiangling had fallen asleep.

The little cat's paws gently patted the door panel, Wang Jie woke up, hurriedly got up, pushed the door and saw that His Majesty was squatting on the ground, blinking a pair of bright eyes, and meowing at him.

"You mean, someone poisoned it, and you returned the chicken legs?" Wang Jie said slowly after listening to the little flower cat's consciousness transmission.

"Meow!" the little flower cat screamed happily, although the owner is not as smart as the cat, but not stupid!

In the dark bedroom, Xiang Ling, who was sleeping soundly, felt as if a tank had rumbled over him......

Qianqian crept past her mother, her eyes were already full of blue light, as secluded as the sea, sneaking like a fox.