Vicious Male Match Raising Cubs Online

The soft and glutinous milky voice floated around in the huge living room, successfully attracting the attention of the babble who was about to yawn greatly.

Tan Qing turned her head, stepped on her rabbit fur slippers and slapped to the side of the children's chair where she was talking. She bent down and was about to carry the nape of the cub, and instantly remembered the crowd in the program group standing next to the sofa.

After a two-second pause, the hand that tempted the back of the neck can only be retracted.

The little boy sitting in the children's chair didn't understand the many twists and turns in the adult world, and watched that he was about to be held by his little dad, but little dad stopped holding him.

Woo.

One night I didn't see Tan Qing's talk, but he pursed his lips sadly, and there was a little grievance filled with tears in his bright black eyes.

The little boy who felt he was disgusted felt that he still had to be self-reliant and take the initiative to move closer to the little dad.

So I raised my head hard, stretched out two hands towards Tanqing, and said brightly and sweetly with a small voice: "Baba, hug!"

Tan Qing: "..."

Tan Qing's face was full of hesitation.

Of course the hesitation is not because of the cub.

Mainly because his **** hurts.

Even the thigh hurts.

It hurts with one step, and even more with two steps.

Pick up the cub in case it falls down at the same time--

Wow, isn't it shameful to be in front of the camera?

Blame the spicy chicken He Mingyu!

Tan Qing turned around very distressed and made a grinning expression at He Mingyu.

Then he bit his scalp and took a step forward, and took the chat into his arms from the children's chair.

Oh... humiliation!

The skinny cub, who had just lost weight more than twenty days ago, has turned into a fat cub again.

It's still the kind of little fat cub who looks thin and hugs meat.

Tan Qing was under a lot of pressure, and carefully and carefully picked up the little bastard.

I think it will probably be difficult for him to find a girlfriend in the future.

It's really impossible, I can only go on a blind date!

Tan Qing spent three seconds thinking about future life-long events for her cub, and patted Tanji’s ass, perfunctorily carrying the cub and swaying around twice: "Huh, cub. Ah, do you have a new car?"

The little red children's sports car that was just twisted and turned away by the talk was parked not far from the coffee table.

Although it is only a children's toy, the small sports car is extremely delicate, with steering wheel accelerator and brake buttons all available.

There is even a one-button convertible and an option button to re-cover the convertible top.

The doors and body are made in accordance with the regular paint process, which looks delicate and strong.

The door, which is only suitable for children to enter, successfully blocked Tan Qing's eager eyes.

Tan Qing walked to the side of the sports car in a desolate manner, holding the little bastard, and checked again.

After realizing that I really can't play like the previous kind of children's wriggling style, I can play as soon as I sit on it.

At this time, He Mingyu came over from the side.

He probably noticed Tan Qing's gaze. While helping Tan Qing put on a long coat to cover the small half of his legs, He Mingyu explained, "My parents bought it."

Tan Qing rolled her eyes, looked at He Mingyu with bright eyes, and said sweetly, "Then you also buy it for me?"

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu sighed: "Buy, I'll buy you the same model of the real version of this car."

Tan Qing tilted her head, and barely satisfied her **** pain on the premise of buying a new toy.

He turned his attention back with Tanjiji, and by the way compared He Mingyu with a not-so-standard little peach heart: "Well, I love you Qingqing."

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu glanced at the crew behind him, and blocked the camera without a trace, "Isn't it still?"

Tan Qing nodded honestly: "A little bit."

He Mingyu stretched out his hand: "Let me hold it, record the show today, and later Uncle Wang will come and pick him up to his parents."

Tan Qing: "Yes, here."

Pass it!

Can't pass it?

Re-delivery——

Tan Jiji hugged Tan Qing's arm like a little koala, and arched it into Tan Qing's arms nervously: "Baba, hug."

Tan Qing: "..."

Ugh.

The **** has grown up and is not easy to fool.

Tan Qing, who was sleepy, tired and sore in his butt, yawned, and carried the little boy on his shoulder: "Okay, then another ten minutes."

Ten minutes is only ten minutes verbally.

Tan Jiji clung to Tan Qing like a small sticky cake, took a bath together, brushed his teeth, drank milk powder made by his father himself, and then hugged Tan Qing and kissed him.

Since the filming of Tanjiji was not within the scope of the contract, He Mingyu did not intend to make the boy photogenic.

So when Tan Qing and He Mingyu sent their son out, the program crew remained in the villa and did not come out.

Uncle Wang drove He Qi's guards in the car and was about to pick Tan Chi Chi from Tan Qing's arms.

The little **** suddenly grabbed Tan Qing's sleeve with a slight movement.

After washing, Tan Qing has changed into shirts and trousers suitable for recording the show. As soon as he handed Tan Chi Chi to Uncle Wang, the buttons on the shirt sleeves were gently tugged.

Tan Qing bent forward and said, "What's the matter, baby? Dad is going to make money to support the family. I will pick you up at grandparents' house at night."

The little **** looked at Tan Qing with a serious face while pursing his lips.

I watched it for a while.

Finally, a little bit dissatisfied, he found out the little yellow duck with emeralds and a gold crown from the back pocket of his ass.

Carefully holding it with two small meaty hands, he sent it to Tan Qing: "Baba, here, duck."

Tan Qing was happy.

However, he hadn't waited for him to laugh.

After talking about it, he took the next sentence in a small voice: "Bab, no rake, no cubs... no, blood and blood."

Tan Qing was stunned.

He Mingyu, who was standing next to Tan Qing, was also stunned.

White and soft, talking like small glutinous rice dumplings, I finally said a few more words recently, but I still don't say it clearly, and the language order is not adjusted properly.

I was probably worried that neither dad understood it.

The little boy shook his small fist, and looked at Tan Qing again and again very hard, and at He Mingyu, his little mouth slowly said: "Baba, sleep for a long time... rake, face black... …"

Tan Jiji worked very hard to stretch the tender yellow duck to Tan Qing: "Cub, Duck, Duck!"

The little duck toy, which was very lazy from the action point of view, was picked up by the little meaty hand very close to Tan Qing.

Even if it's near in the faint morning light.

The light refracted from the small pure gold crown still made Tan Qing's eyes a little astringent.

When Tan Qing had lived for so long and rarely had such a bewilderment, he subconsciously looked at He Mingyu who was standing next to him.

He Mingyu reached out and touched the little yellow duck's crown, then rubbed the little boy's head.

Embracing Tan Qing's hand and patted gently behind him: "My son specially wanted to give it to you. If you don't accept it, the kid will cry again. Qingqing is good."

Tan Qing was stunned for a few seconds, then slowly stretched out his hand and placed it on the little duck.

The hands of a family of three are stacked together.

Powerful and slender, tender and white, fleshy and immature.

Tan Qing bends down slightly, leveling with Tan Jiji's line of sight.

Tanji looked at his little dad eagerly. After looking at him for a while, he shouted in a small voice: "Baba."

Tan Qing nodded the little duck's head with the tip of her finger: "Cub Cub is very afraid that Dad won't want Cubs?"

In this sentence, the winner-predicate is not clear.

Tanjiji opened his round eyes, and did not understand after listening to it for a while, so he gestured to himself: "Baba, Zai Zai, rake..."

"Correct."

He Mingyu's voice appeared calm and gentle.

He took Tan Jiji from Uncle Wang's hand again, took it into his arms and shook it gently.

Then he put the little yellow duck in the cub's hand into Tan Qing's palm, and slowly said, "Both dad and dad have accepted your duck and will not want you in the future. If you don't believe me, we ask little dad. , OK, Qingqing?"

Tan Qing lowered her head and glanced at the little duck.

It is indeed a nice duck.

Tan Qing smiled and nodded: "Yes, we won't want our little fat boy. Don't worry about being sad, silly boy, okay?"

The round little dumpling seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief.

But soon it seemed as if he had reacted to something, and he wrinkled his face and said word by word: "Cub, no, fat!"

The tone is clear and clear.

It can be said to be very decisive.

Tan Qing received He Mingyu's frown and hints in her eyes, and hurriedly remedied: "Yes, you are not fat, you are just hairy. You will be thinner if you change into a new dress tomorrow!"

The little cub gnawed his hands in doubt, and raised his little head: "Cub, thin."

"Yes, yes, thin!"

Tan Qing squeezed the duck and slapped her thighs skillfully, "Cub is the thinnest cub in the world!"

The silly chatter finally let go of the heart that had been hanging for a long time, and was happily coaxed to the grandparents' house.

Uncle Wang and the guard drove out of the villa courtyard.

Tan Qing didn't go back to the room to greet the crew immediately, but took out the duckling that Tan Jiji had just bribed, and looked at it several times.

But said nothing more.

The two reentered the house.

It happened that it was eight o'clock, and as soon as he entered the room, the director greeted Tan Qing and He Mingyu to prepare for the stage of feature filming.

It's different from tidbits, innovation and weirdness.

The content of the feature film mainly revolves around the star’s ordinary daily life.

According to the director's request, it is as natural as possible.

Usually the two of them live at home, just behave as if the program group does not exist.

This is simply too simple.

Both for Tan Qing and He Mingyu.

They are people who are not bound by the lens at all.

Just like now--

The chief director looked at He Mingyu with a look of horror, rolling up his sleeves expressionlessly, and walking into the kitchen skillfully.

A few seconds later.

Tan Qing, who clamored not to eat green onions, garlic, or small rapeseed, also clamored to make He Mingyu more spicy, followed into the kitchen.

The photographer was stunned while shooting.

The camera stopped for a few seconds at the kitchen door: "Chief Director, shall we shoot the kitchen?"

The chief director stiffly said: "Why not shoot?"

The photographer has not had time to speak.

A member of the production team said first: "It’s not good to take the picture... We signed the contract with Tan Qing alone. Although He Dong did not refuse to be in the scene, I feel that the outside world, especially He Dong, has financial men. For the fans...will they not be able to accept Boss He’s cooking at home? The audience will know about He Dong’s family status..."

Director: "..."

The program group was once again caught in the death choice of a forward and backward dilemma.

The two in the kitchen obviously did not pay attention to the pain and struggle of the show crew at all.

Tan Qing stole three grapes when He Mingyu washed the salad fruit, one cherry tomato and two strawberries.

Then He Mingyu grabbed his wrist when he was about to steal the chicken breast.

The fox who had not eaten the meat secretly rubbed his claws back.

Then while watching He Mingyu's fried eggs, I hope that my husband can cut more meat for himself while waiting for the salad.

However, more cutting is impossible.

Tan Qing stared at He Mingyu sadly and took out the kitchen scale, weighing out 300 grams of boiled chicken breast just a few gram.

Mix well with the fruit with Thousand Island dressing and salad dressing and set aside.

Tan Qing put his head on the shoulder of the man below, and said aggrieved: "He Mingyu He Mingyu, can your baby eat fried chicken today?"

He Mingyu turned around and fed Tan Qing a carrot stick, indifferently like an unsentimental killer: "No."

Tan Qing: "..."

Tan Qing ate a bite of carrots and almost cried: "I don't eat carrots!"

He Mingyu clamped the sandwich, and kissed the corners of Tanqing's lips, "Okay, I won't eat it for you."

Tan Qing: "..."

Tan Qing glanced at the carrot on the chopping board suspiciously and disgustingly, feeling that it was incompatible with other breakfasts, and immediately raised her ears very vigilantly: "He Mingyu, do you have other rabbits outside?"

He Mingyu used a small bowl to fill the thin strips of carrots and a few vegetable leaves in a small bowl: "The hare that Tanmo brought back is still in the garden behind. Feed it."

Tan Qing was surprised and smashed his mouth: "Wow, this rabbit hasn't died yet?"

He Mingyu put the bowl aside and stretched out his hand to pinch the tip of Tan Qing's nose: "I found a special person to raise it. Today, that person asked Lin Yu for leave."

Tan Qing: "So..."

Tan Qing immediately rejoiced: "Then shall we eat rabbits tonight?"

He Mingyu has not had time to speak.

Tan Qing shook his head again: "Forget it, I'll wait until the little fat pup comes back to eat...After all, it is the rabbit he pressed back..."

He Mingyu put the small carrot bowl sealed in the fresh-keeping bag into Tan Qing's hands: "Put this on the fresh-keeping layer first, wait a while after breakfast, and take you to feed the rabbit."

Tan Qing turned around and ran to the refrigerator very obediently.

He Mingyu put the fried tender and puffy eggs out of the pan and placed them on the other side of the plate.

Just about to reach for the salad--

I felt Tan Qing poke him secretly from behind.

The movement is very light.

The owner of the finger is also hesitating.

He Mingyu didn't turn around, but his voice was very gentle: "What's the matter?"

Tan Qing slowly stretched out his hand and hugged He Mingyu from behind.

Then the whole person sticks behind the person in front of him.

After thinking for a while, he asked, "He Mingyu, am I a dad from the bottom?"

"I'm so bad... I don't know how to do math problems, nor can I do Chinese and English problems... I'm almost dead, and I haven't taught the kid hunting and hunting skills until now..."

"no."

He Mingyu interrupted Tan Qing.

He put down the things in his hands and turned around: "Look up at me, Tan Qing."

Tan Qing raised his head in frustration.

He Mingyu's gaze was facing Tan Qing's extremely beautiful eyes.

"I can teach our son the most difficult math, and I can accompany him to train English. When he gets older, I will personally teach him how to become a hunter in business activities."

"but you."

He Mingyu kissed Tan Qing on the forehead, then took him into his arms, "Tan Qing, I am glad that you let our children learn to be a sincere, kind and happy person."

"You are the best dad."