Chapter 18 The Little Ancestor of the Best Actor 18

Looking at the soft ball in her hand, Su Jinchen sighed and took back her hand.

Forget it, just sleep on the bed.

Obviously he is not a cat lover, but he can always easily break the bottom line with this little guy.

The next morning.

The curtains were drawn tightly, almost blocking out the sunlight from outside, and the indoor light seemed very dark.

The little kitten woke up at some point and was moving restlessly.

The man in his sleep frowned, finally woke up from the trouble, and slowly opened his eyes.

The usually clear black pupils were staring at the ceiling with a look of sleepiness that belonged to someone who hadn't woken up in the early morning.

Before consciousness returned, I felt a soft touch on my chin.

As if he noticed that he was awake, the other party slapped him restlessly.

Now I really woke up.

Su Jinchen raised her hand and rubbed the center of her brow, lowered her head slightly, and lowered her eyes to look at it.

The little guy was squatting on his chest, two paws restlessly patting his chin, and his little tail swayed behind him, occasionally brushing against his arm, giving him a furry touch.

Quite impressive.

He didn't know what to say for a moment, he just thought that he was lucky that he didn't turn over.

His fingers subconsciously smoothed the little guy's hair, and his low and hoarse voice revealed a bit of helplessness.

"What's wrong?"

The little cat glanced at him condescendingly. I don't know if it was his imagination, but there seemed to be a bit of contempt in his eyes.

Maybe it’s because I didn’t expect you to be able to sleep so well.

Su Jinchen paused with her fingers and became strangely silent.

He stood up with some humor, half leaned on the bed, fumbled for the mobile phone on the bedside table, and handed it to the little guy.

There was no emotion in the voice.

"Tangtang, it's only six o'clock now."

Let’s not mention that he didn’t go to bed until nearly 11 o’clock last night, but who gave him the gift of staying up so late?

A certain little guy slept in a daze all day yesterday and is now in high spirits.

The little cat subconsciously looked at the phone screen, and his body visibly stiffened. Only then did he recover from the excitement.

It raised its little head, its lake-blue eyes carefully scanned a certain man's face, and made a meowing sound.

The little ears that were originally erect also drooped down, and his eyes rolled around randomly, not daring to look at him.

It's quite aggrieved.

The man was a little helpless. He was showing off his power just now, and he didn't know who was the victim.

But this time, I felt aggrieved first.

Even though he knew that 90% of the time, the little guy was just pretending, he still let out a subtle sigh in his heart.

He rubbed his brows, tapped his white fingertips on the screen twice, and his voice became slightly gentler.

"I don't blame you."

Litang flicked her little tail to confirm that he was really not angry, then she fluttered and buried her in his arms, her little head arching up and down.

"Meow~"

Su Jinchen narrowed her eyes, held the little guy steady, and slowly smoothed its fur.

After a while, the little guy felt comfortable being served, and the little tail wrapped around his wrist again, and he began to purr.

It's as if it wasn't the one with a guilty conscience just now.

He is very conscious of being a master.

The man scratched its chin and raised the corners of his lips slightly, which was a bit funny.

As a result, fans of the actor discovered that their brother, who had been offline for many years, once again logged on to Weibo, posted a photo and then hurriedly went offline.

Fans:…

Although we are very happy that you are doing business, what's wrong with being so sneaky every time?

Will you die if you stay for one more minute? Huh?!

Fans were cursing and clicking on the Weibo homepage in a sincere manner.
Chapter completed!