The little kitten that is black and does not slip in autumn seems to have a little fixed hair.

Looking at people with his head sideways like this, he doesn't tidy up his appearance well.

Pretty is beautiful, anyway, when he looks at the pictures of those cats, there is nothing better than his own little milk cat, but when he looks at it this way, it seems a little stupid and cute.

Qinghui glanced at him, then twisted his little head again, coiled himself up, closed his eyes, and continued to bask in the sun.

The surroundings are quiet and quiet.

Only the sound of his fingertips tapping lightly on the keyboard.

Before, because of the opening of the window for ventilation, there was a slight warm wind blowing in from the window.

Place the curtains are gently blown.

There is a feeling that the years are quiet.

Sang Li's spirit couldn't help but relax slightly.

Got myself a cup of coffee, took a few sips, and got back to work.

By the time the work was finished, more than an hour had passed.

The alarm clock on the phone goes off, and it's time to feed the kitten.

He turned off the alarm clock and looked up, stiffening slightly.

At five o'clock, the sun had dimmed a lot, and the little milk cat that was lying on the black carpet had disappeared.

In a panic, Sang Li's face remained unchanged and stood up directly.

Then his body froze slightly, and he lowered his head and first carefully looked at the ground at his feet.

Don't that little milk cat come to your side, you didn't see any of it, and you stepped on it.

Looking down carefully, he spoke, "Qiuqiu? ”

Of course, there was no response.

Looked around on the carpet.

I shouted it I don't know how many times.

Until you walk to the window.

Pull the curtains.

Between the walls and the cabinet, a black fluffy mass moved, and a pair of large eyes emerged from the darkness.

I'm still very irritable.

You're just a ball, you're a bastard, stay away from Lao Tzu.

What the ghost is called, what the ghost is called!

I want to keep digging into the narrow crevice.

I looked for the cat for at least twenty minutes, and found that people didn't bother to take care of him at all: ...... Scold.

Cats are liquids, and that's true.

It took a lot of effort to get Qinghui out of the crack.

Looking at the little black cat that was still restless in his arms.

Sang Li pressed the cat in his arms, turned around and walked to the kitchen, and made her powdered milk.

When passing by the black cashmere carpet, Sang Li's light brown eyes drooped, and he glanced at it lightly, feeling that with such a small thing at home, this carpet must be replaced.

Otherwise, if she lies on it, she won't be able to see the cat, which will be troublesome.

When feeding, it was another toss.

However, Qinghui is not very resistant to the taste of goat milk powder.

It's just that the symbolic struggled and struggled, so he obediently drank the milk.

Then he burped, and was so energetic that he wanted to jump out of his arms and burrow into the corner.

"Love the corner so much? You don't listen to what I call you? Is it that I can't find you, and I won't come out of starvation? ”

Qinghui glanced at him sideways, and a low snort rolled out of his throat.

Lord Spirit Sword is not a fool, of course he will come out when he is hungry!

Asaka: I don't believe it, you almost starved yourself to death.

For the words of the shallow coffee, Qinghui can't hear it.

Twist your little head away.

Sang Li hugged this warm little hairy ball tightly.

The voice was elegant and low, with a little dissatisfaction, lowered his head, pressed on the little milk cat's ears, and his lips seemed to rub against the slightly trembling little ears.

"Huh? Balls? ”