Transmigrated as the Villain's Cat

Father Zhang was smoking a cigarette outside the set.

He was out of luck, and was reported and thrown into prison during a crackdown ten years ago.

It was finally released, and I wanted to hang out with the former brothers for a while before making plans.

Who knew that those brothers who called him brothers ten years ago either pretended not to know each other, or sent him off with a few hundred dollars.

Fortunately, at this time, someone who didn't know the origin found him and told him the whereabouts of the little boy.

I didn't expect the little boy to be really good at it.

There was a greedy light in Lao Zhang's eyes.

Hey, it's only natural for a son to respect his father.

What's more, any omission between his fingers is enough to make him luck on the poker table.

As for the brat's disobedience, it doesn't matter, if he doesn't give money, it means he is not filial.

And the little brat attaches great importance to his money-losing sister, who is still underage, if the brat is still so ignorant, don't blame yourself for being rude.

Old Zhang let out the smoke ring leisurely.

Life is such a thing, I really can't tell.

Who would have known that that brat who didn't have the slightest bit of masculinity back then, who blocked him from using family law to the stinky woman, could be promising.

The ding ding ding phone rang.

Lao Zhang picked it up and saw that it was Feng Jiaming, and threw it aside in annoyance, pretending he didn't hear it, and let the bell ring.

If it weren't for the fear that the brat would run away in order to get rid of him, he wouldn't want to do this job, he was tired, and he didn't have much money.

But I heard that bitch Feng Jiaming is a big star, and now the gossip of big stars is worth a lot of money. He also looked through entertainment newspapers these days. That bitch Feng Jiaming claimed to be single, but It is said on the Internet that he is Mr. Xingchen Fu's girlfriend.

But he picked up Feng Jiaming several times.

Feng Jiaming hooked up with a young man, and he even sent the two of them to dinner a few times. That man seemed to be the younger brother of Xing Chen's Mr. Fu.

Hehe, I didn't expect this bitch to be ignorant of both brothers.

He secretly took a few photos, and when he quit, he would find an opportunity to sell these photos at a high price to Mr. Fu, or to those entertainment reporters if he couldn't do it, and earn him a lot of money.

Ding Ding Ding's cell phone kept ringing, which meant that he would not stop if he didn't answer it.

Lao Zhang picked up the phone impatiently.

Feng Jiaming, that stinky bitch, has a lot going on.

But he picked up the phone and said in a different tone: "Hey, what's the matter for Miss Feng?"

"Why didn't you answer the phone? I just went to the bathroom without my phone."

"The script? It's in the car, I'll show you—" Lao Zhang picked up the white script on the back seat, threw it aside casually, and said, "I didn't see it, did you remember it wrong?"

He didn't want to give Feng Jiaming the script.

It's only a few steps away, why doesn't she come and get it by herself?

"You remember very clearly that you are definitely in the car?" Lao Zhang reluctantly took the script into his hands, scolding Feng Jiaming in his heart for too many things, but his voice was still flattering: "Okay, I will give it to Miss Feng right now." Send it over. But Miss Feng, I don't have a pass. It's okay? You say it? Okay, okay."

Walking to the set, Lao Zhang was stopped by the person at the door, who was also a staff member of Xingchen.

Feng Jiaming called that person himself. After all, everyone in Xingchen knew that Feng Jiaming and Mr. Fu had an unusual relationship. Feng Jiaming promised again and again that he would leave after delivering the script.

The man was a little hesitant, but let Father Zhang let him in.

After walking a few steps forward, Father Zhang saw a luxury car parked not far away, and a somewhat familiar cat jumped into the back seat from the half-open door. .

The staff next to them discussed——

"I heard that this car alone is worth 1000 million. Mr. Fu is afraid that his cat will suffer, so he specially drives it out to give it a rest."

"Boss Fu, I'm really willing to part with his cat."

"What is this? Someone picked it up on Weibo. That cat's necklace is a priceless treasure."

"Tsk tsk tsk, although rich people know what they think, this cat is Mr. Fu's darling. If it gets lost, Mr. Fu may at least say that he will spend several million to find it."

"If this cat is really lost and I find it, I will send it."

He said it unintentionally, but the listener had intentions. Zhang's father looked at Xiao Tang Gao with a greedy light.

Mr. Fu, isn't he the boss of his little boy?

This cat is the cat in Xiao Zaizi's arms that day, and it seems to have a good relationship with Xiao Zaizi.

However, I didn't expect this cat to be so valuable.

Father Zhang chuckled twice, a plan to make a lot of money secretly formed in his heart.

In the limousine, Xiao TangGao suddenly shivered.

Fang Yun who was on the side stomped her feet angrily and said, "Sure enough, I can't give you yogurt."

She squatted down, looked at the snow-white dumpling on the champagne-colored leather sofa, tried to wave at the dumpling, and said to the white cat half-testing and half-coaxing: "Little Tang Gao, let's stop eating, okay? If you eat too much, you will get sick, and it will splash on your hair."

Xiao TangGao vigilantly hugged the iced yogurt in her arms with her two front paws, turned around, and pointed her butt at Fang Yun.

What she said, he could not understand.

Just kidding, he managed to trick Fang Yun into giving him a yogurt from the car refrigerator, so he won't give up.

The little candy ball was on the extended sofa on the limousine, its two front paws fixed the plastic box of yogurt, and it happily stuck out its little pink tongue to lick it.

And he didn't splash any of his fluffy fur.

With a sound of pia, a small drop of yogurt splashed onto the scarf-like collar hair.

The little sugar cake licked it off without hesitation.

Say no is no!

As for licking—

Breaking through the lower limit is only the first time and countless times!

After eating the iced yogurt, Xiao TangGao felt alive.

Originally, he wanted to drag the film king here so that he could lie in the arms of the male god and eat yogurt, just thinking about it would make him happy.

But thinking that the actor doesn't like lively characters, and the coming and going of people here will affect the actor's rest, so he can just forget it.

After eating the yogurt, Xiao Tanggui looked at Fang Yun who was frowning, and stepped forward to rub her.

Don't worry!

He will not be sick.

Xiao TangGao jumped into the crew again.

The production crew was very busy with the blasting scene in the afternoon, and Xiao TangGao didn't go to make a fuss, and went to see Ronghang who was asleep from time to time, and wandered around the production crew from time to time.

As a pyrotechnician, Lao Liu has already prepared all the blasting items that will be used later, and has also done the final inspection. He will put this batch of painstaking efforts to the blasting site later.

When he saw Xiao TangGao passing by, he stretched out his hand and couldn't help touching Xiao TangGao's head.

When he got close to Lao Liu, Xiao Tanggui smelled a strange smell. When he touched it, the smell was magnified hundreds of times. Xiao Tanggui couldn't help but sneezed. His head froze for a moment, and some tears welled up in his blue eyes.

The snow-white fluffy cat looks cute and cute.

The person next to him couldn't help laughing and said, "Old Liu, what did you do to make Xiao TangGao react so strongly, don't bully Xiao TangGao, be careful that it ignores you, last time Lao Sun accidentally stepped on its tail, It took a lot of fried fish to coax it back."

"Bah, Xiao Yugan is all fake, I told you that Xiao TangGao likes me." Old Liu said confidently.

Every time he talked about those boring things, his old friends were willing to listen, and Xiao Tangbing was willing to lie at his feet for him to touch.

Not like what?

"Besides, I have been working on detonating and detonating devices just now, and I didn't even have time to wash my hands. I don't have time to bully Xiaotanggui." Old Liu teased and fought back. He looked at his hands, there was nothing wrong, he also thought Not understanding why, he stretched out his hand and wanted to touch the little sugar cake.

Xiao TangGao immediately jumped away in disgust, the smell suffocated the cat to death.

When he heard what Lao Liu said, he immediately understood. He had heard about science popularization from Lao Liu. There was a special potion in the detonation device. The general taste does not stick to the hands.

Who said the smell can't stick to your hands?

It's almost torturing the cat to death.

Unbelievable, Old Liu stretched out his hand again.

This time, Little Tang Cake simply made a detour.

The person next to him smiled and said, "You still said that you didn't offend me, and the little sugar cake is almost a few meters away from you."

Old Liu murmured in his heart, and he was a little uncertain. He was fine not long ago. Could it be that he really didn't pay attention and accidentally stepped on Xiao Tanggui's tail? He coughed a few times and said to the people next to him: "Old Sun Where did you get the dried fish?"

At this time, Xiao Wu came out of the blasting studio.

When Lao Liu saw it, he quickly said, "Don't go, send those fireworks sticks in the room to the blasting site later."

It is Xiao Wu's job to bury the fireworks sticks. After doing so many times, there shouldn't be any problems.

Xiao Wu agreed in a low voice.

But Lao Liu said worriedly: "You must not touch it randomly, I have checked the fireworks sticks."

Xiao Wu clenched his palms tightly, resentment flashed across his honest eyes.

Don't think he doesn't know.

The old guy always feels that he can't get on the stage, he only regards himself as free labor, never gives the key things to himself, despises himself for being bad here, and is not good there, and tramples himself under his feet.

After today, he will make the old guy regret it.

He pressed his hand on his pocket.

There was a check in his pocket that the man promised that when things were done, the man would give him the ticket, and the plane would take off in three hours.

By the time they realized it, they would have been at ease abroad.

Thinking of this, Xiao Wu raised his head and smiled honestly at Old Liu: "This hot day, you can go to the air-conditioned room to rest for a while. Master, leave it to me, don't worry."

Father Zhang gave the script to Feng Jiaming with a big smile on his face.

Feng Jiaming took the script, heaved a sigh of relief and said to Zhang's father, "Why did it take so long to deliver it?"

Father Zhang scolded inwardly for being difficult to serve, and said with an apologetic smile on his face, "I got lost in the set."

She frowned and looked at a cigarette hanging by Zhang's father's ear: "The crew doesn't allow smoking, so be careful, this cigarette won't be seen by the rest of the crew."

Father Zhang quickly put down the cigarette and put it in his shirt pocket, revealing only an imperceptible cigarette butt: "I know, I know."

Feng Jiaming didn't care anymore, she lowered her head and flipped through the script. She had read this script many times and was already familiar with it by heart, but it's always good to read it a few more times.

"Well, Miss Feng, if it's okay, I'll go back first?" Father Zhang bowed his head flatteringly.

"Since you've come here, don't leave. It just so happens that Xiao Liu has asked for leave today, so you can come here and see what you can do to help." After finishing speaking, Feng Jiaming gestured to the cup on Zhang's father's table, "Please help me to pour a cup of warm water. My throat is more important. The temperature of the water should be around 25°."

Father Zhang held a water glass in his hand and smoked a cigarette, reluctantly looking for 25° water for Feng Jiaming.

Passing by the corner, he saw the cat squatting in the corner. Thinking of his plan, he moved closer to it, and stretched out his hand to hook Xiao Tangbing.

This cat is worth a fortune.

Xiaotanggai glanced at him lazily, then closed her eyes, and continued to enjoy the cool at the door of the room where Rong Hang slept.

I have to say that Ronghang is very good at choosing a place. This place is very shady and there are few people, which is especially suitable for resting.

Seeing that the cat ignored him, Father Zhang snorted, stepped forward a few steps, and kicked Xiao Tanggui.

This bastard has a big temper.

Xiao TangGao nimbly dodged to the side, raised her tail, lowered her ears, and growled warningly at Father Zhang.

He remembered this person, wasn't he Secretary Zhang's rascal father?

Are your feet so cheap?

Who is he in the way of lying here?

Zhang's father spit out a smoke ring, seeing Xiao TangGao's hair all over, he kicked Xiao TangGao in the stomach indifferently.

But it's just a little beast.

No matter how rich his master is, why don't he hit him whenever he wants?

Animals are about to be beaten, how can they be obedient if they don't?

What's more, what kind of fighting power can this kind of pet cat have?

Of course, this kick couldn't hit Xiao Tang Cake.

Xiaotanggai is not a master who swallows his anger. Seeing that Zhang's father is looking for trouble, she stretched out her claws, jumped on Zhang's father, and stretched out her claws to scratch at Zhang's father.

Father Zhang didn't expect that this soft and useless white cat would be so fierce. He didn't care much, he threw away the cigarette and water glass in his hand, and quickly reached out to take the little sugar cake from him. ripped off from his body.

The cigarette butt that has not been extinguished is flickering with a little red light.

"Come here!" Unexpectedly, the cat seemed to be sticking to his body. Father Zhang ran away to find someone to help while pulling the candy cake.

Finally, several people appeared in front of them.

Father Zhang ran over as if he saw a savior, stretched out his hand and desperately tried to wave the little sugar cake away, and said, "Help me quickly, this cat is crazy."

Who knows that his voice just fell.

The cat that just stuck to him like a 502, fluttered down his hand, fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and then struggled to get up pitifully, but after several attempts, it failed. It was a failure and fell to the ground.

Anyone who looks at it thinks it is a poor cat that has been brutally abused by humans.

Those people were stunned, and looked at him in shock: "How can you bully a cat when you are so big?"

The author has something to say: "Little TangGao, please start your performance."

There is another chapter, but it will be late, come tomorrow morning~