The big boss who has always been in charge of everything, and almost never takes care of other people's other things, picked up a cat today, and not only took the cat to the hospital, but also planned to go to the pet supply store.

Look at this......

"Boss, are you going to ...... Are briquettes to take home? ”

Lou Wanli paused and spoke.

And I heard a whine.

Sang Li sat in the back seat, and clearly saw the little black cat lying softly in the cat bag on his side, and coldly heard the word 'briquette', and the hair on the little tail exploded instantly, and he raised his head and whined.

The little white milk teeth looked inside with a small pink tongue.

The big round eyes, the black pupil in the middle is very large in the dark, only the outermost small layer is a light golden yellow, as if the blue membrane in the kitten's eyes has not faded clean.

It looks very clear, but with a sense of irritable godlessness.

A little look that doesn't want to deal with you.

The inside of the cat box was already dark, if it weren't for the white pad paper inside.

I couldn't tell that there was a little black cat lying here.

Sang Li lightly responded to the question of Lou Wanli in front of him.

If you have such a kitten, there seems to be no problem.

However, the name briquettes does not seem to be good......

After all, the snowball I just saw was a little tomcat.

His cat is a little girl.

"Don't call it briquettes...... Let's call it a ball ball in the future. ”

The name briquette, he knew it in his heart.

Lou Wanli: Qiuqiu ......? Okay, even if the boss is a name, those of us who work still have to applaud and agree.

Well, what is the truth of this world.

Then the back of Sang Li's hand was slapped vigorously.

You can still feel the feeling of the bouncing of the small meat pad, and the little black cat that finished filming turned around and shrank inside, curled up in the innermost corner.

If you don't look closely, you can't see her.

Seeing him look down, leaned over to look.

Qinghui opened his mouth, and his voice was angry, and his voice was milky: "Whew! ”

I'm annoyed, stay away from Lord Lingjian, and you ghost, you bastard!

The blood feud has been added again!

Let her take a small notebook and write it down.

Seeing Qinghui getting along with Sang Li, this little milk cat couldn't do anything that made her want to scream.

Hey, the old mother's heart, I can't finish it.

Wait until you get to the pet supply store.

In fact, he didn't stay long, when Sang Li said that he was going to the pet supply store, Lou Wanli had already contacted that side, and all kinds of toys, supplies, and food suitable for kittens were prepared, and then they would be sent to Sang Li's apartment by a special person.

Now, in the past, it was just to go and get some consumables before those things were delivered to your door.

For example, the kitten is still too young, has not been fully weaned, and it seems to have been in the car for a long time, and needs some milk powder and kitten food in the transition period.

So I went to the supply store to get some milk powder and grain, and the car drove directly back to Sang Li's apartment.

Lou Wanli looked at the boss in the back seat holding the warm milk powder brewed in the store, and unfamiliarly holding the grinning little milk cat to feed.

The expression is a bit indescribable.

Well, it's only three o'clock in the afternoon, and for such a little milk cat, the forty-minute company meeting has been canceled.

The big boss who was originally concentrating on his work is now bent on going back to milk the kitten.

Lou Wanli already had a bad premonition.

I always feel that this kind of scene will probably not be less in the future.

Wait until you get downstairs.

Qinghui had returned to the innermost part of the cat box and shrunk back.

The little tail swings behind him from time to time.

Sang Li closed the zipper of the cat bag, briefly explained the company's affairs, and went upstairs directly with the cat box and cat food and milk powder.