The expression on Lou Wanli's gentle face was a little frozen.

Seeing that the little furball arched like this, he finally unbuttoned one of Sang Li's shirts, and his little paws tentatively reached in and patted them indiscriminately.

Probably because he felt that the temperature was very comfortable, he retracted his little head.

Sang Li was also stunned for a moment, stiffened by this itchy soft touch, and raised his hand to hold the little milk cat and take the little milk cat out.

Sensing his intention to pull himself out.

Qinghui only felt that the tip of his nose lingered with a faint smell of cologne, clean and clear, and when it was raining outside, the temperature in this person's arms made people feel very comfortable.

So I rubbed it even more inside.

In the end, I simply didn't do it, and two little milk cats less than the size of a palm brushed and brushed directly into it.

It's a small ball of drums, and the speed is really fast.

In a few seconds, the kitten's head popped out of his neckline.

Shaking his head, it seems that it took some effort to get out of his clothes.

The fluffy little head shook slightly, and the milk whined.

It's too close.

The fluffy kitten's ears rubbed against his chin.

Sang Li lowered his head and looked at the little milk cat with a small head showing from his neckline.

Qinghui's eyes were lazy, but they were open at the moment, a little impatient.

He didn't stretch out his paws, and the small soft meat pad was also on his collarbone.

The little tail still moved from time to time, slicing softly across his abdominal muscles.

Sang Li's eyes instantly darkened.

The aura around is dangerous.

Lou Wanli was so frightened by Qinghui's actions that he trembled, and he didn't dare to look at it casually.

The cat climbing frame over there was unloaded several layers, and finally it was only one and a half meters high, even if the little milk cat climbed to the top in the future, Sang Li could easily scoop the cat into his arms.

At this moment, the person in charge of disassembling the cat's climbing frame carefully carried his things away.

The sound of the shut-off sounded, followed by a low laugh.

Lou Wanli watched his boss, who had never been soft on the acquisition of the company that attacked the enemy, and held his forehead and chuckled.

What do you say about a smile?

If you have to describe it, maybe the word Sven scum is more suitable for ......?

Ahem, no, no, no, this is his top boss, this is disrespectful, disrespectful!

Then Lou Wanli's snow-white fingertips poked into his neckline.

Raised his hand and rubbed it on the little plush head, and then ripped the top button of his neckline open, making it more comfortable for Qinghui's little head to poke out.

"I'm not afraid to strangle myself."

His elegant and magnetic voice rang out, and his hand slid from the button on his collar to the back of Qinghui's neck, and squeezed it so gently.

Seeing Qinghui open his mouth, yawned, and just lay down in his clothes, his little ears were slightly lying on his stomach, and he trembled from time to time.

He couldn't hold back.

Bow your head slightly.

Soft lips, slicing through Qinghui's soft little ears.

Sang Li came back to his senses, and now he understood what the guys on the Internet who were crying and shouting that cats were really good at sucking were thinking.

Qinghui's ears were touched a little itchy, so he unconsciously pulled his little ears down.

His body was held up by him through his clothes.

Sang Li raised his hand, looked at Lou Wanli, and motioned for him to go out first.

Lou Wanli breathed a sigh of relief, and walked out with the documents that had been shown to Sang Li.