The Poor Baby’s Manipulation Manual

In the large and bright room, Song Liu left the potion on the left hand and the onion on the right hand. He took a breath, stretched out his hand, and clicked onion.

Almost immediately, the tortured itching rose from his body again, and he gritted his teeth to hold the hand to take the potion, and touched the teenager who was lying on the ground playing with a disinfected toy ball.

Being nodded, the teenager turned back in doubt, staring at the man whose red spots had completely faded, smiled at him, and shouted softly, "Meow~"

But Song Liu didn't have that thought to see how cute and healed the teenager's smile was. He repeatedly looked at his normal skin hand in surprise, his eyes full of ecstasy.

Really gone, those red spots, those pains, really gone.

What's wrong?

The teenager was lying on the ground softly, holding the ball with curiosity on his face. Seeing that the man just looked at his hand, he ran to put the ball in the man's hand.

Come, play with me.

Looking at the stupid four-claw creature in front of him, Song Liu didn't know what to say.

From birth to the present, I have been treated by countless doctors and countless hospitals but can't help me. Is it like this?

Song Liu can live alive carefully, but since he has a chance to get away, why doesn't he hold it.

Seizing the unidentified teenager, the man's eyes were full of excitement, "You..."

By the way, what is this four-claw creature called?

He choked, skipped this topic and said directly, "You will follow me later, you know?"

"Meow?"

He couldn't understand what he was talking about, and when the man didn't play with him, the teenager grabbed the ball in his hand and hugged it to the ground again.

Looking at the happy teenagers lying on the floor playing with blankets, Song Liu was somewhat satisfied.

Although the IQ of this four-clawed creature is worrisome, fortunately, he is very satisfied, as long as he is given a stupid toy, he can play for a long time.

From now on, wherever I go...

-Bang Bang! !

The sound of something falling down came from the kitchen. The man withdrew his thoughts, raised his eyebrows in confusion, and had not taken two steps. The teenager wearing a relatively oversized shirt had jumped out in a panic.

Should we give comfort at this time?

Song Liu frowned and opened his arms to the teenager, "What's wrong?"

But the cat teenager who was about to run in this direction suddenly came to a sudden brake, and slipped under his feet into the bedroom.

He just had water on his feet?

The man stood silently, following the water stains on the ground, and went all the way to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, the pot was placed on the ground, the faucet was turned on, and the water was still slamming. There were chopsticks on the ground, and even a black claw mark on the wall.

Song Liu stood stiffly, looking at this scene, his face slowly darkened.

Can't be angry, can't be angry.

Although the four-claw creature has a human face, it is still a pet, and slowly teach it.

The gloomy face was cleaned up a little bit, because of his cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder, he also cleaned up the other things together. The whole kitchen was cleaned up a total of five times. When Jieliang was like new, it was almost an hour.

After carefully wiping the last plate and making sure that it is white to be reflective, Song Liu put it in satisfaction, turned around, and closed the kitchen glass door.

It doesn't matter, as long as you can cure allergies, bear with it.

The psychologically prepared man exhaled a smile and squeezed out a smile, intending to carry out the Huairou policy. After stepping into the bedroom, the look on his face changed.

The bed was messy, the toilet paper on the floor was fragmented, and there were black paw prints on the table.

Song Liu can swear that his house is absolutely clean, so where did these black ones come from!

The most important thing is that there is no young man in the entire bedroom. He clearly saw the four-claw creature running in.

After searching for a circle, Song Liu raised his eyebrows and suddenly bent down.

At the bottom of the bed, the teenager lay quietly, and after looking at him, calmly, moved a little bit, and turned to him with ass.

Song Liu: "You come out."

"Meow!" I don't!

"come out!"

"Meow!" No!

After some disputes, Song Liu had to admit that he had no way to get people out. This four-claw creature didn't know what happened. The strength was amazing. No matter how hard it was pulled, there was no way to shake him. .

Looking at the messy room, the mental construction done for himself seems to have fed the dog, Song Liu coldly turned and went out.

handwashing!

After tossing for so long, he was also a little hungry. Because of allergies, Song Liu refused to let outsiders go in and out of his home, and he was unwilling to eat takeaway outside. Since moving out from home, he has been cooking by himself. Anyway, you can enter.

After the meal is prepared, first wipe the table carefully, and then the dishes are placed on top of each other, and the tableware and dishes are arranged in a straight line.

Sitting alone on the table, as usual, he picked up chopsticks, picked up a dish, and opened his mouth seriously.

"Meow meow meow!!"

The teenager's hair was messy, almost running to him, and in front of a man who looked at him dullly, he bit off the food on his chopsticks, chewed on it, and watched him cautiously while eating, like Is afraid that men are going to grab the same.

Song Liu who was really robbed of food: "..."

He maintained the posture of holding chopsticks, his voice slightly hoarse, "You are so impolite."

"Meow!"

The boy finished eating, and looked at the table with a greedy look. Although the two couldn't speak the language, the man understood the mood he wanted to eat together very smoothly.

He squeezed the chopsticks slightly and shook his head while whispering, "No, you have to take a bath first, now his body is too dirty."

The teenager reached out and aimed at the dish.

The hand holding the chopsticks was so hard that Song Liu couldn't hold it anymore, his face sullen, and he said fiercely, "No!"

"Meow!" The cat, who was very observant, immediately apologized, looked at the current owner pitifully, and meowed meowingly, and the tone became more pitiful.

"Song Liu, eat with us, come, you sit here, I sit here."

"Okay." The young boy sat in the chair and ate the dishes quietly.

"Why are your dishes different from ours, so few."

"Yes, why?"

With the chirping voices of children around, the boy pursed his lips, lifted the spoon and took a small bite, explaining softly, "I will get sick if I eat something else."

"seriously?"

One of the children handed his little bowl to the boy very smoothly. "You take a bite of my dish."

"No, it will be sick, and his face will be ugly."

"Relax, we don't laugh at you."

"Eat, I want to see it."

"I feed you!"

Before he could stop it, the boy who came into contact with the allergic vegetables quickly got a red spot on his face. He didn’t itch. He grabbed his hand and stood up, but he saw that the students who had just surrounded him were disgusted and scared Avoid.

"What's that, disgusting."

"Ooooooooooooo so scared..."

The last riot ended with the teacher, but since then, no one wants to eat with Song Liu anymore.

Almost every time you change school, such farce must come to the last time, and Song Liuya has long been used to it.

He gradually learned to comfort himself.

Who wants to eat with those stupid human beings, they don't want to eat with him, he is still afraid of being close to them will infect IQ.

Now, looking at his teenager looking forward to looking at himself, Song Liu, who has grown into a man, slowly put down the chopsticks in his hand, stood up with a cold face, took the teenager's neck, and gently pushed him forward .

"Wash your hands when eating, you know?"

Five minutes later, Song Liu blacked and filled a bowl of rice, watching the young boy with a grievous face sitting on the seat, and reprimanded coldly, "The next time you wash your hands again, you won't let you eat!"

"Meow~" wronged response.

Looking at his greedy and obedient sitting, the man's heart warmed slightly and his eyes softened a bit, but he put the meal in front of the boy before he was angry.

"All right, hurry and eat."

"Meow~"

The cat teenager got the signal to open the meal, bowed his head with a happy face, and stuck the whole face in the bowl.

Song Liu, who picked up the chopsticks again to start eating: "..."

The teenager raised his head while chewing, and the rice with a face showed a happy smile at the man, and the voice was vaguely coquettish, "Meow~"

Jiao Jiao's sweet voice entered his ear canal. Song Liu had no choice but to put down his chopsticks and reached out to touch the teenager's face, but hesitated at the last minute.

Seeing his hand embarrassedly stopped in mid-air, the cat-faced teenager with rice covered his face very consciously. While eating, he looked at him with big eyes.

Song Liu was stunned for a while, and he couldn't help but chuckled when he reacted. Following the cat boy's will, he gently helped him take off the rice.

"How can you be so stupid?"

I don’t know what he’s talking about, the young man enjoys rubbing the palm of the man’s hand, beautiful and charming, "Meow meow~"

"I'm here to feed you, I'm fine, I only teach it once."

"Meow~"

Looking at the pretty boy who put his hand on the table, his face full of satisfaction with his mouth wide open waiting for feeding, Song Liu stared in a trance, and a terrible idea came up in his heart.

I really want to do this for a lifetime.

Then he woke up again, shaking his head mockingly, how could it be.

【Ding! Song Liu's favor: 60, good host! 】

【Meow~】