Dahuang put down the mouse in his mouth and stretched out his scarlet tongue to lick the little kitten.

The little cat stretched out its paws to block Dahuang with a look of disgust, meowing in its mouth.

Dahuang was a little disappointed. After spending a long time, he caught a fat mouse to flatter his new friends, but he was rejected and rejected on the road of friendship.

This made him a little unwilling, and he tried to get closer again and again, but was slapped back by the little cat.

Wuwu Dahuang ran away sadly, running very fast and decisively, without even looking back, and went to complain to the bitch he liked.

It wasn't until dinner that Rhubarb showed up again, bouncing around as if he had been comforted in some way, and the trauma in his soul had been healed.

The little kitten is all white, like a white snowball, very furry and cute.

This little guy is really lovable. Even his mistress, Li Xiuying, loves him so much that she even allows him to be served on the table during meals.

Dahuang, who was squatting at the door and eating bones, turned his head and saw the little milk cat being held in the arms of the little owner Zheng Changsheng and being fed. His heart was about to break, whining.

Obviously, the new little guy deprived himself of his right to be pampered, which was too much.

What made Da Huang even more sad was that when he went to bed at night, the little owner actually bathed the kitten himself and then allowed it to sleep on the kang.

It also wanted to come over, but was kicked out by its little master, "It's dirty, so lie down behind the door."

Wow, that's so unfair.

The little milk cat was named Snowball by its little owner, and his own name was Dahuang. At first glance, the little milk cat's name was not as prestigious as the little milk cat's.

Zheng Changsheng liked Snowball very much, and his dream of attracting cats and dogs came true.

Xiao Qi was very dissatisfied with this. She obviously begged the old patriarch to get this cute cat back, but as soon as she got home, the young master occupied it. She actually liked Snowball very much.

But there is no way, who makes him the young master, let him be the master. Anyway, it is his own task to take care of Snowball, and the young master is only responsible for playing with Snowball.

Dahuang has been completely ignored since he was disliked by Zheng Changsheng.

The little master doesn't love it at all and wants to abandon it. After feeding Snowball the first delicious thing, it is very envious of Snowball's ability to climb onto the little master's desk.

It even dipped its little paws in ink and left a trail of footprints on the white rice paper.

At this point, the little master didn't even get angry. He even added a little embellishment to the snowball's footprints and drew a picture of plum blossoms proud of the snow. He wanted to frame it and hang it in the study.

It was too much. I once wanted to dip it in ink and play with it, but the little master ran over and kicked it far away. Why was the snowball treated like this?

Wow, rhubarb was completely defeated.

It was convinced sincerely. Who said it didn't have someone else's snow-white coat? It even disliked its own yellow fur.

His body was dirty, which was the dirt he got from playing in the haystack of his favorite little flower dog's house.

It no longer goes to dirty places to play. It regrets how dirty it is, and even looks down on itself.

This also caused it to plunge into the cold pond and swim for a long time before finally washing itself off.

It was so cold that Rhubarb was shivering all over, his mouth was freezing and whining, so he rushed into the kitchen and stood in front of the warm stove to warm himself.

The big man still had enough fun and found a linen cloth to wipe the water off his body.

After baking for a long time, I finally calmed down. This time, the little master still thinks he is dirty? Everyone has washed it clean.

Dahuang is quite a spiritual person, but a bit cautious.

Before you please the little master, you should first please Snowball. If you become good friends with Snowball, then the little master should like you.

So, such a scene appeared in the Zheng family compound.

A snow-white kitten was lying on the neck of a big yellow dog, playing happily.

Rhubarb carried the snowball on his back and ran happily back and forth in the yard, very excited.

Finally gained Snowball's friendship, now I can please my little master.

When it got tired of playing, it followed Snowball's footsteps and entered its little master's study.

Um, I'm so disappointed that the little master is not here. I'm still waiting to be praised by the little master, even if it's just a caress and a pat on the head.

Ever since Snowball arrived, the little master hasn't touched him for a long time, which makes Dahuang very unhappy.

There was a sudden snap, and Dahuang turned his head to see that the little milk cat had gotten into trouble and actually dropped the little master's inkstone to the ground.

There was a burst of ink fragrance, which smelled very good.

When I looked at it, I saw ink splattered on the ground, a huge area.

It's a bit gloating about its misfortune, huh, little guy, the little master can't spoil you this time, right? See if Miss Seven doesn't beat you for the little master.

Get ready for a slap, it's been through this before.

The seventh girl gave it a good beating, "This is the ink from Shangguzhai, and the gold is precious."

Sure enough, the young master and Xiao Qi heard the commotion and rushed over.

Dahuang felt a little panicked. Why were the young master and the seventh girl looking at him?

You are mistaken, it was the little brat Snowball who did this.

But at this time, Snowball meowed twice, jumped into the little master's arms, and licked the little master's hand with his little tongue.

It actually made the little master so funny that he even screamed "Itchy".

You little bastard, this is where you want to pass the blame to me.

Dahuang just wanted to turn around and run away, but the seventh girl's big foot ran over and kicked it on the butt. It hurt so much.

It ran away, and the moment it escaped out the door, it looked back at the little milk cat Snowball, and it actually stretched out its little head and meowed.

What a fool you are, you are a swindler. You are obviously the one who did the trouble, but you want me to take the blame for you. How can this little boat of friendship be capsized so easily?

It's so unethical, so sad.

It ran out of the village entrance in one breath and looked back to see that the seventh girl had not caught up with it.

My heart finally calmed down, and it let out a mournful cry, "Snowball has done me a lot of harm."

When it gets dark, it bravely returns home.

But what makes it a little unbelievable is that the little master has no intention of beating it.

Even the fierce seventh girl brought half of the bones to eat when she saw it.

It seemed that its favor had returned, but when it turned its head and saw that Snowball's rice bowl was actually filled with picked meat, it felt even more unbalanced.

How come it gets into trouble and gets delicious food, but I have to take the blame, get beaten, and have my bones eaten.

By the way, the seventh girl is too stingy, right?

Even if you want it to eat the bones, you can at least leave some meat on them, but the cuts are too clean, not even a scrap of meat.

Woo woo
Chapter completed!