𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐭

Chapter 59

So Mr. Fu must act quickly.

Otherwise, he’s afraid that the bamboo basket will be empty.

Secretary Zhang closed the door very thoughtfully and left.

“Staying in the office to have a dinner——”

Fu Xiao faintly felt that something was wrong, but he didn’t think too much about it——

Fu Xiao rubbed his forehead with a headache.

He didn’t mean it either.

He actually noticed that Little Sugar Cake has his fur exploded these days. He knew a big part of it was because he hadn’t thought it through.

Before, Little Sugar Cake was simply a pet. He petted him, accompanied him, and owned him without any guilt.

He can control Little Sugar Cake’s every move, limit his thoughts, teach him to listen to his own words, and make him exactly the way he wants him to be.

But now——

He couldn’t deceive himself anymore, Little Sugar Cake was a human being with his own consciousness, ah.

Is he still doing the right things?

He felt a little guilty.

Little Sugar Cake has always liked to eat, but because of his status as a cat, he controlled many things for Little Sugar Cake not to eat. If he can take Yi Ning to eat food, Little Sugar Cake should be happier.

There was only so much he could do now.

…

Outside the door, Su Zening burst into tears when he heard the news that he has to work overtime, but seeing Secretary Zhang, he dared not speak out.

For the first time, Secretary Zhang, who has been holding his subordinates to work overtime for so many years, has an unspeakable sense of innocence.

The people in the office are almost gone.

Su Zening sighed, propped his chin with one hand, and opened the document with the other. He flipped over his pen absentmindedly, and his thoughts slowly drifted.

The teenager was only wearing a white shirt, with a slender figure, his whole body was pressed against the table, his shoulders are graceful, and the curved of his back hidden in the slightly concave shirt is beautiful. The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the side of the teenager’s face.

Fu Xiao pushed open the door of the office and saw this scene.

Quiet and beautiful.

Fu Xiao couldn’t help thinking that this kind of young man in white would be the dream of many people in their youth.

He sighed and took a step closer.

Then——

The teenager, who he thought was a dream just a second ago, squinted his eyes, and his head with messy black hair fell forward heavily, and then he slammed back, and with a blank eyes, he asked: “What’s wrong?”

Fu Xiao:  …

Su Zening, who almost fell asleep just now, saw Fu Xiao who was standing in front of him at some point, and was dumbfounded for a moment, then rubbed his eyes and said: “Can we get off work?”

His voice was gentle and soft.

The teenager’s black hair was a little messy, but he himself didn’t notice it.

Fu Xiao’s figure formed a graceful silhouette under the setting sun. The cold man silently stretched out his broad hand and pressed the teenager’s hair down.