“If you eat so much again, be careful I throw you out and never want you again, make you a stray dog! ”

“Whoo.” Bao felt anger in the tone of the trees and hurried to hold the bowl with his little paws, ready to give it back to the trees.

Don't say this little thing is a little spiritual, its meat claws holding a bowl with soup didn't spill at all.

“Okay, this bowl is for you. I'll just serve another bowl. Next time you want to eat, you tell me not to eat again, okay? ”

“Got it.” Yunting took a bowl for the trees and answered her questions by the way.

“It's not about you.” Wood whitened his eyes, and Barbadi and other clouds helped her hold silver ear spoons.

“What do you mean, I can eat you any time I want, no debriefing? So, okay. ”

“Yunting!” Wood minutes go crazy, who's going to tell her what's going on? Why does Yunting's cold-blooded image collapse into this?

Fortunately, Yunting knew that the trees were shy, so he didn't tease her anymore. Instead, he asked her seriously:

“Xing Xi can't be killed. Tell me, do you want one arm or one leg? ”

“No need." The tree shook her head. If she remembered correctly, Xing Xi's grandfather was the old marshal who backed down. He was more powerful than Yun Grandpa at the time of the wind and cloud.

It is also a place of heritage in the Chinese Summer Country. Although there are no ancient claims of paternity in the new era, some ancient cultures are still there.

For example, the achievements of older generations, even if they cannot be passed on to their children, can protect them, at least until they die.

Even when it comes to Xing's achievements, the trees can't really want Xing Xi's leg.

“As long as you decide, I want to sell flowers quietly. Oh, by the way, my flowers, no, I have to go to the flower market to plant flowers. ”

“I'll give you a ride.” Yunting nodded.

Looking out at the trees, Yunting helplessly warned: “Clothes. ”

They say that women in love have zero IQ, and Wood thinks that makes sense.

She actually wanted to run away in her pajamas.

Without Yunting, the trees would never have committed such confusion. Why did you do it today?

After I didn't change my pajamas, the trees did it again, forgetting my computer, forgetting my phone, forgetting my snacks.

If it weren't for Yunting, she would have forgotten.

“Have you stopped eating lately? Even a snack?” Yunting smiled at the hilarious trees.

“Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh,” the bun suddenly sat in front of the trees, screaming at her.

“Hey, what happened to you? ”

“It's telling you, you forgot it too!” Yunting responded with a laugh, and the confused version of the trees was online.

“Bao Bao, you're so hot and smart, of course you know it. I feel so proud to be your master.” Wooden pets are absolutely top-notch.

Though animals don't understand human language in general, trees believe that buns are okay.

Look, her words certainly made the bag happy, happily coming down from the baffle plate to roll around in the arms of the trees, then take the opportunity to sneak up on Yunting's legs.

This little guy is like a thief.

Because the trees lean against the clouds.

It was in the arms of a tree, stretching out its little head against a cloudy thigh, and then holding it with two claws.

Bao felt Yunting look at it and immediately became honest, afraid to go any further. But he also persisted in not retreating, and his little eyes were still full of liking.