When Feng Qiqi was splashing in the clean room, Xiao Tong secretly scolded himself for not being assertive.

Seeing Feng Qiqi's pitiful begging for mercy, he agreed, with a sad face, can he refuse Feng Qiqi's unreasonable request in the future?

Thinking like this, the boy hated and stuffed the firewood in his hand into the stove.

The temperature of the firelight made the whole clean room warm.

Feng Qiqi stretched his waist, water droplets rolled down to his white and flawless skin, and his little face was flushed with laziness.

[You still have the kung fu to soak in this bath!] The old man's angry voice sounded, and Feng Qiqi's hand shook in fright, and the hot water held in the palm of his hand fell to the water, splashing one after another.

She remembered that there was still an old man living in her soul, which meant that there was someone watching her all the time in whatever she did.

[The old man has never seen any peerless beauty, you green bean sprouts, you can't look at it at all, you hurry up and get this fat cat away for me!] ]

The old man's angry voice came to mind, mixed with the cries of fat purple, and there was a lot of chickens and dogs jumping.

"Can't you let me take a shower?" Feng Qiqi rubbed his forehead with a headache, how could these two guys seem to be enemies.

[No!] Get me in! ]

The old man roared indignantly, and by the way, there were a few chubby purple meows.

Taking a deep breath, Feng Qiqi took the clothes next to him, they had already been washed anyway, if they didn't soak, they wouldn't soak!

Her mind sank into her soul, and she could finally understand the old man's impatience.

At this time, Fat Zi was hanging on top of him, biting his sleeve, and the black robe was tattered, revealing the fat of the white flowers inside.

It's really unsightly!

Feng Qiqi squatted down and beckoned to Fat Zi: "Fat Zi, come to me." ”

Fat Zi heard Feng Qiqi's voice, turned around and looked, a pair of dark purple cat eyes flashed with surprise.

Loosened the old man's shirt, then stepped on his cat steps, walked slowly in front of Feng Qiqi, and licked his paws aggrievedly.

"Meow-"

The old man was angry, but he didn't expect this dead fat cat to be embarrassed to sue, don't think he can't understand the cat's words.

Feng Qiqi picked up Fat Zi, and just washed the fragrant on his body, so that Fat Zi rubbed Feng Qiqi comfortably.

The old man sat down beside him, and he smoked the cigarette from nowhere.

Forget it, he is the spirit of the holy stone, and he doesn't follow this curly-haired beast.

The more I thought about it, the more stuffy it became, the breath in the old man's heart never came out, and the figure looked a little gloomy.

Feng Qiqi walked to the old man with Fat Zi in his arms and gently leaned against him: "Fat Zi is very cute, you touch it." ”

Fat Zi wanted to struggle, but Feng Qiqi touched it, and it was obediently stuffed into the old man's arms.

The old man looked at the big lump in his arms with a gloomy face, thinking about how to kill this guy.

"Meow-" Fat Zi slept very comfortably, moved his strong body, and found a comfortable position.

The old man's raised hand gently placed it on the fat purple head, and squeezed it fiercely.

"Meow-"

Fat purple grunted twice in protest, pushed against the big hand, and squinted his eyes and never opened.

Feng Qiqi chuckled: "Look, it's a good boy." ”

The old man pursed his lips and didn't answer Feng Qiqi's question, but his eyes softened a lot.

"I'll go first." Feng Qiqi smiled and turned to leave.

[Hey, little girl!] The old man hurriedly shouted, this time waking up the squinting fat purple.

Realizing that he was not thinking about nephrite's knee, his eyes flashed with a touch of murderous intent, and he opened his mouth to bite it fiercely.

[Pain, pain, pain!] You dead fat cat! The latest chapter of "Shangxian I only like your vest claw book house" is free to read for the first time.