Fu Xiao finally understood one thing.
All the entanglements in his heart were in vain.
Without his control, the little sugar cake could go to heaven.
Some people want to give freedom, and some people don't need it.
After being stunned by the operation of the small sugar cake cheating two meals, Fu Xiao took the bowl of cat rice away without hesitation.
The little sugar cake with almond eyes looked at Fu Xiao incredulously, as if he had suffered a great blow, and stood there, the whole cat was in bad shape.
In his mind, when he became a human, what would he call dinner when he had something to eat
It was just some snacks.
After being able to become a human, Little Sugar Cake also found that his body had undergone certain changes, for example, he could eat no matter how much he ate. Although there will be a feeling of eating, but as long as you want to eat the small sugar cake, you can eat as much as you want.
So he has only one thought now.
Why didn't Fu Xiao let him have dinner
Could it be—
Could it be that Fu Xiao even had to deduct his cat food for the new goblin
So the snow-white long-haired cat pulled the butler's legs with its claws, and meowed at Fu Xiao angrily, as if to accuse the butler of Fu Xiao's heinous crimes.
The housekeeper touched the little sugar cake distressedly, and Chao Fu Xiao disagreed, "Young master, when the little sugar cake is growing up, how can you not eat."
Little Sugar Cake meows in agreement.
However, in the next second, a pair of broad and powerful hands grabbed the back of the small sugar cake's neck.
Little Sugar Cake obediently didn't move for a moment, and that hand picked him up. Although Little Sugar Cake's claws were hooked on the butler's grandpa's pants, it was still useless.
The small sugar cake was still carried by Fu Xiao in the air.
The ruthless, ruthless, stinky sock held his cute little belly mercilessly and said, "Look at his belly, it doesn't look like he's full."
The white fluffy cat hanging in the air, with its fluffy head looking down at his slightly bulging belly, felt a little guilty for a moment.
He seemed to have eaten a little too much just now.
Fu Xiao stretched out his hand and patted his belly, glanced at him with a half-smile, and then said to the housekeeper, "I can't give him any more food. I don't know how many things I stole outside before returning home."
The little sugar cake froze all over, pretending not to understand licking his paws, flapping his fluffy tail, seeing Fu Xiao looking over, tilting his head, looking at Fu Xiao innocently with big blingbling eyes, meowing in his mouth.
The butler hesitated, he knew it. The little sugar cake has a cute temperament. If you give it something, you can touch it and hold it. At this point, it is clearly marked with a price.
Thinking of the great achievements of the small sugar cake, the housekeeper also believed Fu Xiao's words and put away the pot of cat rice.
Little Sugar Cake stared at the pot of cat rice and left, which contained his favorite snowflake beef, tender and bouncy.
Although he was sad, he still comforted himself. It didn't matter. According to his weekly recipe, he could still eat it in two days.
After that, Fu Xiao's voice stopped, and then he said: "Don't prepare the dinner for the little sugar cake in the future."
The housekeeper looked at Fu Xiao in surprise.
This, how can this work.
The little sugar cake was struck by lightning! He turned to look at Fu Xiao.
Fu Xiao glanced at the small candy cake, flicked the small candy cake's stomach and said, "Give him some weight."
The little sugar cake hugged his belly angrily.
What's wrong with a little stomach, what's wrong
Isn't it your little cutie with a belly
In the middle of the night, one person and one cat are lying on the bed.
The bedside table is bright with warm bright yellow lighting.
Fu Xiao leaned against the head of the bed, and he rarely put on gold-wire glasses, which added a bit of elegance to his cold and hard face, but it was only those deep and sharp eyes that no longer exuded a faint majesty all the time. In his arms, a smooth white cat lay lazily in Fu Xiao's arms.
At this moment, his slender hand was turning over a book with a faint scent of ink, and the other hand was rubbing the belly of the small sugar cake regularly and softly.
Since what happened at night, Fu Xiao can no longer think about what to do when he looks at the little sugar cake. One person and one cat have returned to the past.
Following Fu Xiao's movements, Little Sugar Cake couldn't help humming comfortably.
There are strong muscles under Fu Xiao's chest, and it is hard, but the little sugar cake is very comfortable to lie down, there is a warm and safe feeling here. The little sugar cake licked his hair bored, he couldn't help but secretly looked at Fu Xiao.
Fu Xiao's chin line is very good-looking, his brow bone is very high, his nose is straight and straight, and his facial features are extremely deep, and what makes Xiao Tangcake even more admire is that even if Fu Xiao is already in such a high position, he will still watch some at night. books.
The books on the wall in his study are not decorations, he has read most of them.
Self-disciplined and rigorous, bold and careful.
Fu Xiao's eyes are focused, exuding a unique charm.
A faint adoration poured out of the little sugar cake, and at this moment, Fu Xiao seemed to be glowing.
Little Sugar Cake moved in his heart and gave Fu Xiao a meow.
Fu Xiao didn't lift his gaze on the page, just hummed.
The little sugar cake meows again unwillingly.
Fu Xiao turned the page and gave a light hum.
The little sugar cake playful suddenly moved from Fu Xiao's arms to Fu Xiao's chin, turned over, stretched out his paws and placed it on the page.
Fu Xiao's chin rested on the head of the little sugar cake, and he stretched out his hand to poke the little sugar cake's claws away, but it didn't take long for the little sugar cake's white claws to go up again.
Fu Xiao reluctantly closed the book, held the small sugar cake in his arms and said, "What's wrong?"
The little sugar cake raised his head and meowed.
The night gradually deepened.
The breeze was blowing outside the window, and there was a faint sound of one person and one cat.
Cozy and sweet.
It has been a week since Su Zening saw Director Angus again.
in front of the recording studio.
Su Zening glanced suspiciously for a week. Director Angus stood with an unknown foreign man. The two looked him up and down with an imperceptible scrutiny in their eyes.
What's going on here? He was brought over by Secretary Zhang before he even finished lunch.
Su Zening looked at Secretary Zhang in confusion.
Secretary Zhang said to Director Angus, "This is probably the person you are looking for." Mr. Fu found the person. As for how Mr. Fu found it, he doesn't know. Director Angus was shooting locations abroad some time ago. The closure is filming, which was only recently contacted.
As soon as they got the news, they rushed over immediately.
Director Angus frowned and looked at the boy, who was a little thin.
This kid looks too young, is he an adult
He and Wesson looked at each other.
Wei Sen smiled at Su Zening and said kindly: "Now I'll give you a song, can you sing it?"
This is the Su Zening test.
Because my friend is of Chinese descent, Weisen's Chinese is also good.
Su Zening nodded before seeing the song.
Seeing this, Wei Sen couldn't help but smile and said, "It's not too late to read the song before nodding." His song is not simple.
Su Zening bent the corner of his mouth, his eyes flashed with confidence, and said without hesitation, "I can."
Weisen smiled, it is good for young people to have self-confidence, he handed a folder with songs to Su Zening and said: "Give you an hour, you can practice in the recording studio, but after the time is up, you have to record it once. It's over, you can't do it all over again, can you?"
Although he gave an hour, he himself knew that an hour was not enough, singing in the studio was different, any flaws in the sound would be amplified, and he asked for it again.
This piece is not simple, it spans a lot of scales, and it has a lot to test the sound processing.
Even if the young man in front of him is really the person they have been looking for, being able to sing one song well is different from being able to sing all songs well.
Wesson does not allow any flaws. If it is inappropriate, even if the boy is the one who once sang the song that made his heart flutter, he will not give him the theme song of the movie.
The boy took the folder and looked at it. As soon as the notes entered his eyes, the melody sounded in his ears, and the boy's eyes lit up. He liked this song very much.
He didn't say more, and sat down in the chair seriously, immersed in his own world.
It was the first time that Secretary Zhang saw Yi Ning like this, and he was a little surprised. The difference between the man in front of him and the boy he knew was really big. The quiet but focused boy in the corner is completely different from the office.
It wasn't until now that he really felt that Yi Ning might really be the person they were looking for.
Teenagers are immersed in their own world.
Wesson couldn't help but nod his mouth slightly.
Just then the boy raised his head.
The two looked at each other, and when the young man saw Wei Sen, he stood up and said embarrassedly, "It's alright."
Wei Sen thought for a moment, can a teenager try to sing so soon? Indeed, the talent is very good. He gently said to the young man: "Then hurry up and try to sing it first, I'll listen to it first." He has always had a good temper with talented people.
"No." The boy's eyes were as bright as the sky. He looked at Wesson with anticipation and said, "Can I go directly to the recording studio?"
He likes this song so much, and he can't wait to hear it in the studio.
When Wei Sen heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned.
Are teenagers ready