Qinghui: ???

What balls?

Say it again to Lord Spirit Sword?!

"Woooooooo

This voice was full of anger and deep dissatisfaction.

Seeing that small body want to jump out of the box.

The man was holding the box, which was at least a meter above the ground.

If such a kitten, who can't stand on his feet at all, falls down, it is estimated that it will not fall lightly.

He still remembers the scene when the little milk cat jumped out of the car, landed on the ground with his face, and fell dizzy.

So he didn't think much about it at all, reached out and scooped up the kitten cub that had jumped out of him.

Qinghui felt his body being caught.

He gritted his little white teeth in a rage, opened his mouth, whimpered, and grabbed his fingertips.

Grinded viciously.

The people around exclaimed.

Lou Wanli hurriedly stepped forward to take Qinghui down, but the little milk cat in the province was killed by their boss.

But before he stepped forward, he saw Sang Li, who was holding the cat, raise his eyes and glanced at him lightly.

Lou Wanli's movements paused, and his face stiffened slightly.

Sang Li had already lowered his head, rubbed the kitten's ears, and pulled his fingers out.

It's just that it's a little red after grinding, but I didn't bite hard.

Sang Li looked at the black and non-slippery mass in his arms.

The black is so pure that it is impossible to tell where is the chin and where is the nose and mouth.

I saw that the two big eyes were slightly raised, and they were very arrogant.

A look like a lesson for you.

He had to wonder if the cat could understand him.

It just so happened that a family walked in over there, carrying a cat box, and inside was a pure white long-haired cat, which was wilting and lying in the cat box.

"My snowball has been losing his appetite for the past few days, and it seems to be a little feverish, let's take a look." The family was in a bit of a hurry, and walked directly to the front desk to speak.

Sang Li only glanced at it lightly, then raised his eyes and looked at the nurse who was holding the box and letting Qinghui pop out.

That look made the little nurse tremble slightly, a little afraid to speak, after all, she didn't expect that this little milk cat had been so paralyzed when she looked soft, and she jumped out as soon as she jumped, so she didn't have time to stop it.

So when Sang Li stretched out his hand, he unconsciously handed him the box he was holding.

Watching him put the little black cat into the box, he spoke softly, the suit and leather shoes were elegant and noble, but it sounded like he was coaxing.

"Isn't it called briquettes? People call it a snowball in white, but what's wrong with a briquette that you can't even see in the black? ”

Also trying to reason with the kitten.

Several people looked pale, listened to the whispering of the little milk cat, and then opened their mouths to talk about the consultation room, and asked Sang Li to take Qinghui over.

After a simple examination, Qinghui was quite healthy, there was no problem, and he did deworming on time, because he was less than a month and a half old, and he needed to drink milk and gradually transition to eating other things.

Just wait for some time after weaning to come and get vaccinated.

Bought another cat bag inside the hospital.

Sang Li carried Qinghui back to the car.

I saw that the little milk cat who was still in spirit just now was lying lazily on the side at the moment, not moving, just waving his little tail, ignoring you.

Zip the cat bag open.

Sang Li raised his hand and gently touched Qinghui's body.

Watching Qinghui shoot him away from the beginning, he was probably touched comfortably, and his little head arched over his hand.

Sang Li's face didn't have much emotion, and his warm voice was a little careless, "Go to the pet supply store." ”