Mr. Lu, please keep your animal character

Chapter 93 [Cat CEO] I am a patient
Fan Fan touched his phone, adjusted the brightness to the lowest level, and called up today's monitoring playback.

... In the surveillance footage, the cat stood on two legs abnormally, went to the refrigerator to find a tomato, and deliberately squeezed the juice out of a paper cup.

Then the originally two-legged cat changed to lying on all fours on the ground, lying down facing the door, constantly adjusting its angle along the plane's ears.

"..." The wall rolled the cat into a ball of hair, and then the Maine Coon cat drank tomato juice, kicked away the phone, lay down, and started acting.

The cat's paws are placed above the tips of the ears like earphones, and the steady purring sound spreads along the scalp to the brain, which is very healing.

But as he looked at the surveillance screen, there was something in his stomach that kept tearing with irritability.

"...Tomato-flavored cat blood, I can actually come up with such a stupid joke." Wei Shuan thought mockingly to himself.

The cat behind him should be asleep, panting lightly.

Sweeping his eyes on the surveillance screen, the Maine Coon cat was smearing the floor with tomato juice, "Mr. Lu, what is your purpose of pretending to be a cat?"

The cat's ears behind him trembled slightly. He hugged his Juan Juan tightly and murmured: "Sleeping Juan Juan."

Lu Shengjing's voice in his sleep was very low, but his chin was pressed against Wei Wei's scalp, and these short sentences were infinitely amplified in Wei Wei's ears.

"Hiss!" The man's low words filled her pupils with a layer of anger. She clenched her fists due to the double blow of discomfort in her body and heart.

Okay, this man, it’s not enough to get his own bed, he also wants his own body.Which contracted couple has the male protagonist so shameless?
Sweeping off the cat's claws on his head, he got out of bed and put on his shoes.

Lu Shengjing half-opened his eyes in a daze: "Juanjuan, where are you going...meow?"

Sweep was even more irritable when he heard his body meowing, "Toilet!"

Sweeping did not go into the bathroom, but walked to the refrigerator and counted the tomatoes on the plate. It seemed that one was missing.Then I squatted next to the trash can, opened the garbage on the surface, and found a crumpled paper cup filled with tomato juice.

Sometimes he acts like a cat and sometimes he acts like a human being.She was afraid that if there was no physical evidence, there would be a risk of wronging him. She didn't expect that any random search would turn up hard evidence.

"..." Wei Qianqian poured a cup of hot water with mixed feelings, leaned back against the refrigerator, and drank it slowly.

When he returned to the room, he raised his hand and grabbed the Maine Coon cat by the back of his neck and pulled him up.

"Hiss..." The instant failure made Lu Shengjing wake up. He huddled up subconsciously, and then he was swept away and thrown into his cat's nest.

"Hmm... Juanjuan, what's wrong?" Lu Shengjing staggered a few steps before standing still, "Why do you sleep in separate beds?"

Sweeping the mat out of the express box and throwing it aside, "Don't you know that human surveillance has such advanced functions as playback, Mr. Lu?"

Lu Shengjing petrified in an instant: "Did you read the volume?"

"..." Wei Qian stared into his eyes in the night, "I'm a little slow, but I'm not stupid."

The Maine Coon cat lowered its face: "I just want you to have a perfect cat-raising experience. I don't want to waste this body, Juan Juan." The cat's claws reached out to scratch the wrapped nightgown, "I'm sorry for making you worry."

Sweeping paused for a moment, and said lightly, "It doesn't matter," then stood up, sat on the edge of the bed, turned to the bed, pulled up the quilt, and lay down.

The Maine Coon cat cautiously leaned forward, propping its paws on the edge of the bed, trying to discuss in a low voice, "Curl, I'll sleep..."

Swinging over, he turned the back of his head towards him, "I'm afraid the human bed cannot accommodate you, the noble one, sleeping in the nest you made yourself."

The Maine Coon cat took off and said, "I am a patient now."

His stomach was so angry that he felt uncomfortable. He pulled up the quilt and covered his face irritably: "Not satisfied yet?"

"..." Lu Shengjing choked for a moment. Swian Juan was angry with him, "That Juan Juan... good night."

Sweeping ignored him.During the wedding day, Mrs. He was forced to sleep in a delivery box by Mrs. Hui. The Maine Coon cat was unhappy for a while. He couldn't vent his anger and disturb his wife who was sleeping, so he could only sulk on his own.He stepped on the express box with his four feet and circled several times before lying down.

The next day, Lu Shengjing couldn't help complaining about the poor sleeping conditions last night. He rubbed his sore cervical vertebrae with his cat's paws: "Which CEO would be so depressed that he sleeps on a cardboard box? Hiss, I almost got a stiff neck."

Fan Qian sat across the dining table and ate noodles without saying a word. She also cooked a bowl for Lu Shengjing.

Lu Shengjing climbed up on the chair awkwardly and looked at the watery clear soup in his bowl. He put a thin layer on the bottom of the bowl and put two slices of beef.

Then he looked at what Shanfan was eating. It was a full bowl with all the condiments and condiments.

Sweeping pretended not to hear what he said and continued eating noodles.

Ordinary human food does not have much appeal to Lu Shengjing now, especially if it is so plain.

Lu Shengjing ate two pieces of meat first, and kept chewing the noodles while holding them in his mouth. He was very reluctant to let the noodles go into his mouth, taking small bites.

"The food I made tastes bad, you can order takeout." Swallow said unexpectedly.

Lu Shengjing bit the unpalatable noodles and raised his face: "Juan Juan, the unpalatable noodles are the fault of the noodles, not your fault..."

When their eyes met, Lu Shengjing was stunned for a moment. He seemed to have said something he shouldn't have said. His ears moved back with guilt and he muttered "cat" in a low voice.

"...Maybe cats are not used to eating human food." Sweeping his head down, this was not the first time he was picky. He couldn't wait for him and ate the noodles faster.

The noodles are finished quickly.

"You eat slowly, leave the bowl for me to wash when I come back." Shanfan picked up the bowl and walked to the kitchen.

"... Juanjuan, wait for me." The Maine Coon cat paused, then ate the noodles as if it had been hungry for eight lifetimes.

Sweep the tools away and rinse the bowls.

Mr. Cat came over with an empty bowl.

Sweeping the bowl from his hand, and just as he was about to put it in the water to rinse, the cat immediately jumped onto the sink, took the bowl, and put its paws in to stir and wash itself.

Half a minute later, Lu Shengjing placed the washed bowl next to the one that Sweeping had washed.

There were a few wet cat hairs hanging on the edge of the bowl, and the sink was also sticky.

"This dish soap... has a good hair removal effect." Lu Shengjing awkwardly raised his hand to take away the fluff from the edge of the bowl. He couldn't hold the delicate fluff between his fingers, and another strand stuck to his arm, "Hiss."

Stupid Mr. Cat, with a slight curve of his mouth, rinsed the bowl and put it away.

"Mr. Lu, good-bye." Swian picked up the bag, put it on his shoulders, and closed the door.

After speaking human language, Lu Shengjing's quality of life returned to a normal level. Except for applying medicine to the cat's tail, he didn't care much about him. He was driven to sleep in a delivery box for two consecutive days.

Lu Shengjing held his forehead in distress and tapped boringly on the keyboard with his other hand.

"Shengjing, dinner is ready," Swian Qian raised his hand and knocked on the half-open door of the study room. The meal was already ready, but Lu Shengjing hadn't gotten off work yet. "Are you done?"

"Come right away." Not long after, the Maine Coon cat came out holding a mobile phone.

Mr. Cat, dressed in a small suit, looked gentlemanly and gentle. He walked upright, climbed onto a chair and sat down, staring at the cat food in front of him.

(End of this chapter)