The villain's non-scientific feeding plan

Back in the Yuhe Building, Meng Zhe said good night to Chang Xiao politely, and went upstairs with the box to find the cat.

Chang Xiao repeated his old tricks. Speaking of him, he has been dignified as the head of Yipin Pavilion for so many years. He himself did not know that he could undress so quickly. When Dafu jumped in from the window, Meng Zhe happened to open the lock. the door.

As soon as he entered the door, his eyes fell on the half-open window, and he had deep doubts about his proud memory.

"Huayu... don't you remember whether I closed the window or not?"

The artificial mentally handicapped replied coldly, "It's not within the scope of the system's query, dear."

Seeing him like this, Dafu was so guilty that it was rare for him to take the initiative to rub his face against the pants leg of the shit shovel officer. Meng Zhe picked up Dafu, carried him into his arms, closed the window suspiciously, and stared at the small lock, and started remember.

Dafu tried his best to get the shit-shoveler's attention back, stood up in his arms, and hit Meng Zhe's chin with his head.

Meng Zhe was a little itchy from being rubbed by him. He lowered his head and kissed Mao Mao's head, and quickly forgot about the window. He scratched his master's chin, and excitedly held up the box in his hand, "Baby , see what this is?"

Chang Xiao smelled the refreshing fragrance of the cowherd.

He opened his cat's eyes wide, his mind was muddled, and subconsciously backed away, and was scooped up by Meng Zhe before he stepped into the air.

Mozun put his cat on a high place, happily opened the box, took out half a bottle of Midnight Paris and put it away, and then took off the lids of bottles one by one to smell.

"The taste is quite distinctive, which one should I use?"

He put the cowherd incense under Dafu's nose.

Miaomiao said a big "Hajiu.", and stretched out her claws to rub her face.

"Well, you don't like this."

Daifuku "Meow Meow Meow!"

Who wants to like this!

Meng Zhe found a bottle and poured it out for safekeeping, pulled out another bottle, and handed it to Dafu, "The taste of peach oolong tea is sweet and a bit bitter, smell this?"

Dafu was persecuted just now, but now he has no intention of running away. He sat up and obediently leaned over to take a sniff.

He pawed his head again.

Meng Zhe put it back resentfully, "This one doesn't work either, um, cats are afraid of bitterness, maybe the taste of oolong tea is too bitter."

He opened another lid, "Peppermint lemon, do you like this one?"

Dafu sniffed it, tilted his head, and blinked, as if he liked it.

Meng Zhe screwed back the bottle cap, "This is to be determined."

He held his chin, "Speaking of which, can this thing be customized? Catnip lemon or something."

He opened the last cap and glanced at the bottle, "What is this? It smells so sweet and milky."

Dafu fed Mozun goat's milk for two months, the taste was too familiar, so he turned the bottle out of curiosity.

"You like this?" Meng Zhe was full of smiles, he put the bottle back, and hugged the cat to him, "Well, the big white rabbit milk cat, unexpectedly suitable."

Dafu tilted his head, "Meow?"

——Big white rabbit what?

Meng Zhe kissed the pink and tender tip of his nose.

Daifuku's whole cat shrank back,

Ever since Chang Xiao came back to the Demon Lord in the form of a cat, he has been dizzy and often can't tell whether he is a cat or a human. Meng Zhe's handsome face magnifies before his eyes, and immediately the tip of his nose is wet. Touch, if it wasn't for a cat now, he might turn red all over.

He stretched out his claws and pushed Meng Zhe's face, trying to make him stay away a little.

Meng Zhe grabbed his claws, held them in his hand, and coaxed, "Honey, can I give you a bath?"

Daifuku blinked, and blinked again.

He waited for a full three seconds, and finally understood what Mozun meant.

Then he meowed, the fur all over his body exploded, and he flopped up and down the claws that Meng Zhe held in his hands. He managed to shake him off, and fled back into the nest with a bang, even retracting his entire meow. Under the quilt spread in the small nest.

Meow!

--I do not want!

Meng Zhe squatted down next to the cat's nest, poked the little buttocks under the quilt, made a condition, and coaxed again, "Hey, apple peel."

"Meow!"

—Who wants to eat the apple peel!

Dafu stretched out his two paws on the bed, scratched the ground twice, and moved away with the cat and the bed.

Meng Zhe wanted to laugh so much, he put a finger in front of his head, blocking his way forward, looked at Dafu's face buried in the nest, lightly bumped his finger with the top of his head, and said with a smile, "I can't, I have to wash it sooner or later." , at least once every four months, you know?"

He threatened, "If you don't clean up your words, I won't let you go to my bed."

——However, this threat obviously did not have a positive effect, because what he said was too strange.

Meng Zhe comes from the 21st century, where the folk customs are extremely simple. Occasionally driving a small car is commonplace. Besides, when facing a cat, he doesn't even feel that he is driving a car when he uses the words white/sex/bed. Who would have thought that the whole cat of Daifuku would be familiar with it.

He only felt that his whole body was hot, and he could no longer hide under the blanket. He sprang out like his tail was on fire, jumped onto the head of the bed, stayed away from Meng Zhe, looked down at Meng Zhe, and then meowed. called a pass.

——Who, who wants to go to your bed!

Meng Zhe said he didn't understand the ball.

However, it was rare for him to see Dafu so energetic, so he couldn't help showing a happy expression.

Daifuku "..."

On that day, the cat finally recalled the fear of being dominated by a shit-shoveling officer who didn't understand the language.

He gave up communicating.

Meng Zhe was obsessed with the cuteness of the big white rabbit and milk cat in his mind, so he swooped up and hugged Miaomiao, coaxing him, "Oh, I will wash very carefully, don't be afraid."

——How like a bustard who abducts an ignorant girl.

Chang Xiao patted him angrily, pressing against his face and trying to push him away.

Meng Zhe didn't pay attention to this strength at all, and excitedly picked up Miaomiao. When he just came back, he filled the bathtub with water, but the bucket was too deep for it to fit, so he put it in the bucket again. A wooden basin was floated in the middle, and Chang Xiao was hugged into the middle of the basin.

So now, Chang Xiao is floating in the middle of the bucket, like sitting on a small boat. Meng Zhe also paddles twice from time to time to make the boat turn in a circle, so Chang Xiao follows the circle. Every time he turns back, his cat eyes are straight He stared straight at Meng Zhe, as if saying:

Ah, you are so annoying!

The next operation made the cat suffocate even more, Meng Zhe brought the toffee-flavored toilet water over, and gently dripped a drop into the water.

Chang Xiao finally realized what the hell it was.

With a blank face, he let the Mozun stroke his hair, and watched Meng Zhe scoop up a spoonful of milk-flavored water from the vat with a ladle, then carefully shook it in front of him, and said: "Don't be afraid, it's not hot, just wash it off little by little."

Then he brushed his hair.

——At this moment, it's like coaxing a child.

Long Xiao tired, let your mind develop as you like, and fell asleep in the basin, forming a soft ball.

However, Meng Zhe, who was just about to water the water, stopped. He held the ladle in one hand, and carefully supported the head of the master with the other hand, put his two front paws on the edge of the wooden basin, and let the head Keep it absolutely above water level.

Then he stroked his hair with one hand to comfort him, and carefully poured water down his back.

The water was warm, the wooden basin was warm, and the Mozun's hands were warm, and the smell of toffee made the air sweet.

—He suddenly felt a little hungry.

Chang Xiao shook the water off his head, couldn't hold back for a while, and let out a comfortable meow.

However, after meowing, he seemed to be frightened by his own voice, and squeezed into the basin away from the Demon Lord.

Meng Zhe grabbed the rim of the basin and turned it in a semicircle, turning the dazed-looking cat back.

He washed the hair and the body, twisted a wet towel and purred the cat's head, then took the blanket to wrap the cat, took it out of the bucket, put it on the quilt, and dried the fur with the blanket.

Chang Xiao, who had nothing to love in his life, still moved him. When Meng Zhe was wiping his lower abdomen carefully, he encountered something. The whole cat was clever and jumped aside with a meow.

Now even the cat ears can see the congestion.

Meng Zhe didn't understand why, he didn't know why the cat owner who just allowed him to move suddenly didn't cooperate.

He wanted to drag Dafu back, and he muttered, "It needs to be wiped clean. Although the temperature in the room is very high, it's not good to catch a cold."

Dafu deftly dodged his hand, ran to the side, and was willing to say anything.

Meng Zhe spread his hands, "No, I really need to wipe it clean..."

Dafu took the towel in his hand, spread it on the bed, rolled up, rubbed back and forth a few times, and dried the water.

Meng Zhe was dumbfounded.

Only then did he hold the cat back, and used his fingers to smooth out the messy fur, and even put his hand into the root of the fur, before Dafu blew it up again, and looked at his fingers suspiciously again.

"My God, it really did."

So just like that, Mozun got a fluffy, soft, white and tender toffee-flavored Daifuku.

Dafu yawned, he didn't sleep well yesterday, and today's Demon Lord was too noisy, so he found a warm place under the quilt of the shit-shoveling officer and wanted to sleep, but he still hadn't closed his eyes, Mozun buried his head in Mao Mao.

He smelled the fragrance of milk, and said happily, "Oh my god."

Daifuku patted him with his paw.

Mozun grabbed his paw, buried his head in the fur again, and sighed again.

"My God, Dafu."

Chang Xiao got a little angry, and turned around to meow.

—Please, go to sleep.

Meng Zhe's face was still buried, and he said in a cadence, "Oh my god, Dafu, you are sweet!"

Chang Xiao withdrew his claws, blowing the hair for who knows how many times today.

But at the same time as his hair was fried, his face also started to have an inexplicable fever.

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Ah, I want to eat toffee too.

Knocking on the blackboard, I found that the clicks of the latest chapters are actually higher than the favorites, and I see that there is no sweet favorite for me here⊙▽⊙Please collect ducks