Wang Wang's face-slapping routine

Chapter 9 Little Pudding 1
It may be that he was extremely tired, so Atobe Chuyan slept until midnight.

Sitting up with the quilt in her arms, she looked at the room wrapped in darkness and rubbed her sore forehead.

After a while, she lifted the quilt and got out of bed, without even turning on the light, and walked to the French window in the dark.

Pulling open the opaque curtains, you can see the heavy snow like goose feathers flying in the air silently.

She paused, then gently opened the floor-to-ceiling windows, and walked out regardless of the thin clothes on her body and the lack of shoes on her feet.

The biting cold wind swept across her body in an instant, rapidly plundering her body temperature.

But she herself raised her hand to catch a few snowflakes in the air as if she didn't feel anything.

The cold snowflakes fell on the warm palm and quickly melted into water droplets.

It's fleeting, and you can't catch it.

Withdrawing her hand, she lowered her eyelashes, looked at the coldness in her palm expressionlessly, and murmured silently: "Nine years."

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the next day.

When Atobe Chuyan woke up, Atobe Keigo had disappeared.

As soon as Mrs. Atobe, who was resting in the living room, saw her, she hurriedly stepped forward to care: "Yanyan, did you sleep well last night? You haven't eaten all night, so you must be hungry too. Let's go, mom will take you to have breakfast."

Originally Mrs. Atobe Keigo asked her to get up for dinner last night, but Atobe Keigo saw that she was sleeping soundly, so he didn't disturb her.

"Thank you mom, I slept well." Atobe Chuyan walked beside Mrs. Atobe, with a cute smile on his lips.

After breakfast, the two returned to the living room.

Soon, Housekeeper Hamada came in holding a puppet cat with blue eyes like a pair of glass beads: "Young Madam, your pet has arrived."

Atobu Chuyan saw it, and quickly got up to take it: "Thank you, butler."

"You're welcome." Butler Hamada said with a smile, turned and left, and continued to work on his affairs.

The slightly larger puppet cat nestled in Atobe Hatsueyan's arms without any struggle.

On the contrary, because the breath is familiar to it, it rubs against her body coquettishly: "Meow ~"

Mrs. Atobe called Atobe Chuyan to sit back, and then fondled its pure white hair, which felt particularly good, and exclaimed: "Little Pudding is getting better and better."

Atobe Chuyan chuckled, put the little pudding on his lap, and rubbed its little head: "Don't look good now, it's a headache to be naughty."

Even so, there was an undisguised love in those glazed eyes.

Seemingly understanding that her master was speaking ill of her, Little Pudding arched her hand and let out a dissatisfied cry.

"That's right." Mrs. Atobe stopped, and looked at Chuyan Atobe with apology, "I was busy with errands before, and forgot to tell the housekeeper to prepare cat food and nests for Pudding."

"It's okay, I'll just go out and buy it later." It would be nice to let her keep a cat, so forget it.

Furthermore, "Little Pudding is not feeling well recently. The previous veterinarian told me that I have to send it to the veterinary hospital after picking it up."

When Atobe Chuyan came to Japan by plane from the UK, Pudding was still in the pet hospital, and he asked the doctor to help him send it over.

"Then I'll ask the housekeeper to call the driver. If you want to go out, let the driver take you."

"Thank you mom." She said thank you.

　good evening
　　
　
(End of this chapter)