Sang Li's hand withdrew quickly, and this was not the reason why he was not slapped by Qinghui's paw.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at the little black cat squatting in the cardboard box, looking up, and barking at him.

The little paw snapped inside the box a few times.

The little tail trembled slightly, looking very angry.

Signal to him that this box is hers and not to be touched.

It's not big, but it's not a small temper.

Looks pretty grumpy.

Sang Li was also rarely interested.

Place your hand on the edge of the box again.

Watching Qinghui raise his claws again, he snapped and slapped it quickly.

Sang Li's hand was withdrawn again, and a pair of light brown eyes stared at the little black cat.

Use your hands to play a game of cat and mouse with Qinghui.

Listening to Qinghui screaming in the back, Lou Wanli couldn't hold back and glanced back.

I saw such a scene.

His big boss, who has always been serious and serious, is throwing important documents aside at the moment.

The light brown eyes were lowered, and the glasses with silver thread were slightly reflective, but they couldn't hide the interest in those eyes.

Place your hand on the edge of the box one by one.

Because Qinghui is too small, from the perspective of Lou Wanli, he can't see the little milk cat in the box clearly.

I could only see the little black claws poking out again and again, quickly trying to slap their boss's hand.

It was also because Sang Li reacted quickly and moved quickly, Qinghui was not very old, and he couldn't control himself well in this body.

I couldn't shoot him, and I screamed angrily.

So it's just a childish game.

It's been playing for so long.

Inadvertently discovering this side of your boss on top of yourself.

Lou Wanli felt a little chill behind him.

After all, I have been Sang Li's personal assistant for so long.

He knows Sang Li's character very well.

Looking at a bookish atmosphere, he actually holds grudges and is good at calculating.

Anyway, he didn't dare to mess with it.

didn't make a sound, but quietly turned his head again, as if he hadn't seen the scene just now.

Qinghui couldn't shoot him.

But cats playing with cat sticks are also the same feeling.

When you see something moving, you can't help but want to touch it.

Even if I couldn't touch it, I wasn't too angry.

This feeling...... It's a bit of a top.

Qinghui whined twice.

It's a bit tiring to play.

The little body collapsed into the box.

I don't bother to talk to him.

Cowering in a corner, she felt that the small box was full of indescribable security for her.

The little tail is wagging and swinging.

Sang Li's hand was still on the edge of the box.

Shook it.

The little milk cat didn't even give a look.

Lying on his side, lying on his body.

Stay away, don't fight now, Lord Spirit Sword is too lazy to take care of you.

Sang Li raised his eyebrows slightly, raised his hand and pushed the frame of his glasses.

Fingers are inserted directly into the box.

Poked the little milk cat who didn't want to take care of him.

Qinghui let out a grunt from his throat.

The tail wagged, and finally he got impatient.

Perfunctory lifting of the paws.

The little pad nudged his hand.

Uh-huh, okay, okay, grabbed.

Okay, don't play, stay away from Lord Spirit Sword.

The little black cat lazily rolled over and shrank in the other corner of the box.

Sang Li narrowed his light brown eyes slightly, raised his hand, and straightened his tie.

He has had a smooth life in his life, and no one dares to slack off since he was a child.

For the first time in my life, it was perfunctory.

Actually perfunctory by such a little milk cat?

It's really surprising.

Thinking so, the hand that had been pushed away reached back again and touched Qinghui's little ear.