Chapter 22 He wants to castrate me!

Xiao Nian said he was worried about Pei Zhen, but Fu Sichen would not have thought that he was referring to Persian cats.

On the contrary, Xiao Nian kept shouting “Pei Pei” at Persian Cat, asking Fu Sichen to think that this agent really loves artists.

I love the house and the mist.

However, no matter how much you care about Pei Zhen, Fu Sichen still insists on raising a cat.

At a glance, Xiao Nian wiped the cold sweat and made a promise with a wry smile: “I figured it out, I was rude before. This cat belongs to King Fu.”

Fu Sichen smiled expressionlessly.

“Really.” Xiao Nian was trembling with laughter and said something unscrupulously. “I was so sad after Pei Pei was injured. This cat was saved by him… So, so… But I don’t want to raise a cat now. Only Actor Fu, you, are worthy of this cat!”

The latter sentence was quite happy. Although his expression was still as cold as ever, he did not drive Xiao Nian away at least.

I just took a bath for Pei Zhen, and Fu Sichen’s clothes were wet, and it was very uncomfortable to stick to her body.

When I left the hospital, Fu Sichen did not bring any changes to the clothes. Seeing that Xiao Nian came, he wanted Xiao Nian to stay and take care of others.

But as soon as Fu Sichen left, Xiao Nian followed him, followed him step by step, and was still very terrible.

Fu Sichen: “…”

Fu Sichen: “…I want to go home to change my clothes.”

Retracting the gaze that was stuck to the Persian cat, Xiao Nian smiled: “Okay, okay, I’ll drive you.”

As he said that, he didn’t care whether Fu Sichen agreed or not. Xiao Nian volunteered to drive the car, and even reluctant to let King Fu take action, so he opened the car door diligently.

Fu Sichen was particularly puzzled.