Mr. Lu, please keep your animal character

Chapter 57 [Cat CEO] Don’t sue me for car repair money
"What a coincidence." Man Cheng knocked on the car glass and lowered his face to the passenger seat: "Cat."

"..." The cat gave him a weak look.Lu Shengjing was no longer irritable. When he was angry, the hands in his stomach would tightly grasp his intestines and stomach, which made him feel better with his warm and suffocating stomach.

"My cat is sick," Xi Juan said, with his small hand on the steering wheel, he raised his index finger to point to the pet hospital where the light was not turned on, "the door was not opened, take him to find someone who can open the door."

Sweeping his hands out, he stroked the Maine Coon cat's fur. Judging from his appearance, his symptoms should be a little better.

"Other pet hospitals probably aren't open either." Sweeping the car slowly parked on the side of the road, fastened the safety buckle, put his hands on the cat's armpits and held him face to face in his arms.

The Maine Coon cat's limbs suddenly degenerated and rolled into a ball, nestled in her arms, and began to purr.

"Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Swian smoothed the fur on the top of his head. The cat purred louder and buried his face in her arms.

It must be quite uncomfortable.Sweeping his heart softened, he put the cat's head on his wrist, took out his phone and asked for leave, "I'll do a physical examination with you, I'll ask for leave first."

"Is it a cat?" Man Cheng held his waist with one hand and held his eyebrows with the other hand, thinking for a moment, "Sweeping, why do you seem to be talking to a cat?"

"Just talking to him." Sweeping said, "My cat and I have a telepathic connection."

The cat stared at Fan Fan's cell phone, gently pressed his paws on Fan Fan's thumb, and said a little "cat".

"Can't bear to let me deduct my salary?" Wang Yang snickered to himself, and Cat Claw immediately pushed Wang Yang's finger that was about to point "天" to "year".

"..." Sweeping the cat's paw on her thumb, she asked for a year's leave. Does she still want her job?

Sweeping took a day off, then took out his wallet and counted a few hundred yuan and handed it to Man Cheng: "Don't sue me for the money to repair the car."

"The price is pretty good," Man Cheng chuckled and took the money to repair the car.

The car's skin was as hard as her temperament, and the skin was not even scratched. Man Cheng's left front light was blinded and dented.

"Here." Man Cheng took out a business card and handed it over. He was from the pet hospital. "Call him. Give him a few dollars as a tip, and he can carry the medicine box to take care of your cat in the middle of the night."

Kuang Ye.

Man.

pet doctor.

"Thank you." Sweeping his hand out to take the business card, he turned his hand back and rested it on the car window, "My cat is in a bad mood now. Let him give you a kiss later."

cat:"……"

"That's not necessary, I'm leaving first." Man Cheng reminded Swian to call Kuang Ye and add a tip.

The other party yawned and asked for 50 yuan overtime pay: "Okay, please wait a moment."

Ten minutes later, a white car stopped in front of the pet hospital with its lights flashing.

A tall man got out of the car with a bunch of keys, passed by the parked car, and shook the keys on the window: "It's open."

His face is pretty and handsome, but his bangs almost cover his eyes.

"Kuang Ye...?" Swian looked at his face and then at the business card in his hand. It didn't look like it.

The man pushed his bangs back, his dazzling pink eyes came out and he narrowed his smile: "Dignified guest, does it look like this now?"

50 yuan for Bin is not too expensive, so Xi Juan followed him in with the cat in his arms, and roughly told him about the Maine Coon cat.

"I don't like drinking water, I don't like the toilet, and I eat normally."

"He has a bad temper and can't control his expression."

"..." "Are you a picky eater?" Kuang Ye asked, leading Swoop into the consulting room and motioning for her to sit down.

Xi Juan hugged the cat and sat opposite Kuang Ye: "Choose."

Kuang Ye poked the table in front of him with his finger: "Give me the cat." Then he put on rubber gloves.

"..." Lu Shengjing couldn't bear other people's hands and feet on him, and raised his head to bite the hand that touched his body.

"Be good, it's just a normal checkup." Sweeping the cat gently let Kuang Ye check it like a dead cat.

Wildly pinched the thickness of the cat's fur. It was two very strong layers. He was in good nutritional status.

"Does it like cat litter?" Kuang Ye asked, holding the cat's chin with his fingers to check his teeth. The cat was hanging with a beautiful collar, a dog pendant collar, "Or does he like his toilet?"

"..." Swallowing was stunned for a moment, seemingly reminded by Kuang Ye that he didn't take good care of CEO Cat, "I don't know, he shares the toilet with others."

Kuang Ye seemed to have found the problem: "Has he had any unpleasant toilet experiences, like falling into the toilet?"

"..." Sweeping shook his head, and then remembered Lu Shengjing's arrogant attitude, "But he said he hated the toilet."

Kuang Ye looked at her and raised his eyebrows slightly: "He said?"

Sweeping his tongue, he wanted to give himself a mouthful: "..."

"Expression through movement, movement can express his emotions." Wei Wei smiled awkwardly, "It's like human sign language, sign language. When a cat is well-raised, he will know what he wants to do with just a small movement."

Kuang Ye's eyes dimmed: "As long as he can speak, it seems that the biggest problem at the moment is that it doesn't tremble during defecation, which may be due to its psychological resistance."

"It needs human stimulation." Kuang Ye took out a bottle of ointment and put on a new pair of rubber gloves.

The gloves were stretched by elasticity and stretched around the wrists, making a cold and muffled collision sound: "Mrs. Lu, please take off his clothes. This is about your cat's privacy, it is better for you to do it."

"..." Lu Shengjing's lazy tail instantly tightened and pressed down, and his pupils quickly shrank into a sharp slit.

"It's starting to get nervous." Aware of every little detail of the cat, Kuang Ye calmly, even shook his head indifferently: "It's not good."

"Uh..." Sweeping for a while, he was afraid that this would make the executive officer of the mainland feel ashamed, "Is there any other way to deal with it?"

Sweeping the cat didn't have the courage to see this scene. The stingy owner took the cat back into his arms without anyone noticing, "Is there any other... conservative treatment?"

"Not yet." Kuang Ye raised his hands in front of his body, "I need Mrs. Lu's help to hold it down, it will definitely struggle."

"..." The cat had already sensed that the crisis was approaching, and it huddled up nervously.

If it weren't for his physical limitations, the president of Lu University would have said "fuck" and punched him.

Kuang Ye squeezed out a little ointment: "Don't take too much at the beginning, let him adapt slowly first."

"..." The fur all over the cat's body exploded rapidly, and he roared angrily.

"I've seen a lot of cats' normal threat reflexes." Kuang Ye's face was so calm that it was almost breathtaking. The cat's whole body exploded into a ball of thorns, resisting the man's approach.

"It could choose to vent its temper, but it bit me. Mrs. Lu remembers to pay for the damage." Kuang Ye was so calm, pinching the base of the cat's tail with his fingers, "Hold your wallet tight."

The cat's eyes want to tear him apart, but when the two extremes of extreme calmness and extreme rage confront each other, bystanders will collapse before either of them.

"..." Sweep roared softly, "...I...I'll come, it recognizes my hand!"

(End of this chapter)