Immortal Loves Cat Also

"Huh?" Qingwu blinked and hesitated. Maybe Wenyue didn't hold the kitten just now. Qingwu's toes fell gently in front of Wenyue.

"Isn't the cat you want right there?" Qingwu pointed to the little white cat in AI Qin's arms and hissed.

Wen Yue raised his eyes and looked at her: "you sent Wen Xiaomiao back to Ruofu villa. So far, you haven't sent it to me. You want to fool me?"

"Fool you? That cat looks exactly like yours. How did I fool you? " Qingwu stretched out his hand to lift the hood at the beginning and looked at Wen Yue.

AI Qin also looked over and waited for Wen Yue to speak.

Last night, when he came back from Miaozi lane with the master, he saw the kitten lying at the gate of the yard. He subconsciously thought it was sent back. How can he listen to the master's meaning now? This is not the original cat?

"Wen Xiaomiao, why is it so dirty?" Wen Yue sneered and looked at the cat in AI Qin's arms. His eyes were full of disgust. "What's more, will Wen Xiaomiao be so good?"

"Why isn't she good?!" Qingwu refused.

Wen Yuewei narrowed his eyes: "if you don't obey, you're not good."

Because of disobedience, is there less time when there is no fish to eat?

Qingwu stared at him, some speechless.

On one side, AI Qin still looked down at the kitten in his arms. He really didn't see where such a white cat was dirty? Last night, after the servant bathed the kitten, he didn't let the kitten down.

"Come on, when will you send Wen Xiaomiao?" The more Wen didn't want to argue with her, he said impatiently.

As soon as Qingwu heard him ask about it, his eyes flashed, and he didn't dare to look at Wen Yue's eyes, "I... that..."

She faltered. From the corner of her eye, she saw Wen's increasingly impatient face, bit her teeth and said, "tonight, I'll send it to you tonight!"

"OK." Wen Yue nodded and replied. His face looked better.

Qingwu curled his mouth, pulled up his hood and was about to leave here. Wen Yue shouted, "wait a minute, where are you going?"

"Where can I go? Of course, it's for the villa leader. Please pick up Wen Xiaomiao. " Qingwu resisted the impulse to roll his eyes and said he wanted to go. Wen Yue's eyes fell on her cloak and his eyebrows moved. "Where did you come from?"

"Borrowed." Mentioning his cloak, Qingwu remembered that she borrowed a silver ticket from the city Lord's house. She turned to look at Wen Yue and stretched out her hand to him: "give me a silver ticket."

"What are you doing with the silver ticket?" Wen Yue asked aloud and whispered to the bodyguard behind him.

The bodyguard turned and left. Soon he came over with a white cloak and handed it to Wen Yue. Wen Yue stretched out his hand to take the cloak and looked at the cloak on Qingwu. His look was dark for a moment: "take it off."

"Take off what?" Qingwu didn't understand. He fell on himself along with his eyes and looked down. He was a little strange in his heart, but he still stretched out his hand to untie his cloak. "I borrowed a silver ticket from the city Lord's house, and he borrowed the cloak."

As soon as she took off her cloak, Wen Yue shook the cloak in her hand and put it on for her. Qingwu looked up at Wen Yue slightly, looking slightly stunned.

The tip of her nose smelled the familiar fragrance of medicine, which was different from when she lay in Wen Yue's arms as a cat. At least, she didn't feel so flustered at that time.

Wen Yue hung his eyes. "I've returned the silver ticket and cloak. If I'm not poor enough to let you borrow other people's things." Wen Yue withdrew his hand and sneered.