Sang Li slowly wiped the juice off his fingertips.

Watching the little girl eat the fruit while continuing to fight with the bag containing food.

With a hint of amusement in his eyes, he raised his hand to untie the bag for her.

One by one, open the boxes of the meals.

One of the boxes is filled with golden fried shrimp with a crimson ketchup in the middle, which is appetizing at first glance.

Qinghui's gaze was instantly attracted.

Sang Li pinched a fried shrimp, dipped it in tomato sauce and stuffed it into the little girl's mouth.

When I let go, I saw the little girl with round eyes, still holding a shrimp tail, and chewing on her soft white cheeks.

The two little ears on the head also shook happily, and then lay down softly.

Sang Li looked at it for a long time, but in the end he still couldn't hold back, raised his hand, and gently poked the little girl's cheek.

Seeing that the little girl frowned, she raised her hand to slap his hand away.

Sang Li withdrew his hand first.

Seeing that he reined in time, Qinghui looked at the rice in front of him, looked at him again, and decided to spare his life first.

Sure enough, it seems that his status is not as high as a meal.

Sang Li came to this conclusion with a little anger and a little funny.

I didn't disturb the little girl's meal anymore, and waited for the meal to be finished.

Continue to carry the little girl who has turned into a cat to process the papers.

And so it passed for more than half a month.

Qinghui has been able to skillfully take back the cat's ears, and change his pupils to black, and his body shape doesn't seem to change much.

To the outside world, it is only the daughter of a deceased friend.

It's just that those who work directly under Sang Li, like Lou Wanli, know that Qinghui is like suddenly appearing.

It looks like a girl who is only eighteen or nineteen years old, and she doesn't know where she came from, and as soon as she appeared, she was spoiled by their head boss, and even the little black cat before was missing.

Forget about bringing it to work every day, Lou Wanli saw with his own eyes when Qinghui was eating, and their boss was helping to wipe his mouth next to him.

So the final rumor became: I'm afraid this is not the future boss lady.

And after seeing that Sang Li didn't care what they said at all, this voice became even stronger.

The various statements of Qinghui cats before were quietly covered.

President's office at the moment.

It's already winter, and the area on the ground near the sofa is covered with a thick layer of white cashmere carpet.

And the black carpet at home in this overall decoration finally let Sang Li change to beige, so there will be no situation where your cat is lying on your stomach and can't find the cat if you don't make a sound.

Although the cat is still often not found, Sang Li is still satisfied with the current situation, after all, in winter, the weather is cold, and kittens like to drill into people's arms and will not run around.

It's just that at this moment, the temperature of the indoor air conditioner is turned up, and when he looks at the documents, the little girl is shrunk on the sofa on the side, pulling the leaves of a small orange tree.

It was a bonsai used for decoration, and it was half bald thanks to her persistent efforts.

Qinghui held his cheeks while pulling the leaves: cats are bored, and now they don't really want to sleep, and they are not hungry.

And...... It's been a long time since I've been fighting, and I feel like I'm about to get rusty.

Asaka: So how many times have I said that...... You won't rust.

Excuses, all excuses!!