Vicious Male Match Raising Cubs Online

J City.

winter.

The development of modern economy is driving the progress of cities all the time.

From the spacious villas in the rich areas to the crowded shanty towns in the slums, this prosperous city has been divided into a sharp gap between the rich and the poor.

In short, small businesses are getting harder and harder these years.

The city management who came to inspect was finally willing to start the car, raising his exhaust and whizzing past.

The brightly lit night market returned to noisy after a brief silence.

With a dog's tail grass in her mouth, Tan Qing slowly drilled out of the narrow alley, grunting to the back of the city management who had left the city very uncomfortably.

Then he squatted down and spread the tarpaulin in his hands very familiarly, exposing what was wrapped in Brie.

With the energy-saving light bulbs brought by the small vendors, the fox fur pendants on the simple tarps are colorful and look very beautiful.

Tan Qing took out a little Mazha from the bag behind him and sat down, and boringly pulled the fox fur in front of him with his hands.

After thinking about it, he stretched his hand back and fetched the sign from the bag—

[Real hair pendant. Twenty yuan each. 】

The eldest brother who set up a stall next to him specializes in selling crystal phone cases. He just experienced the thrilling moment of avoiding the city management with Tan Qing, and he couldn't help but aroused a bit of revolutionary friendship. He poked his head and asked: "Big brother! Ah, new here?"

Tan Qing was trembling with cold, and while shaking her legs, she turned her face and glanced at the elder brother: "Big brother, you guessed it, the younger brother only came to the stall this week. Oh, it's hard to make money these days!"

The eldest brother felt the same, and seemed to want to say something more, but business came to Tan Qing's stall.

Two beautiful young girls arm in arm, wearing half-length down jackets and jeans with beautiful long legs.

The girl in the tender yellow down jacket stopped at Tan Qing's stall, picked up a fluffy fox velvet ball, and asked quietly, "Is it really real hair?"

Tan Qing bends a commercial smile very quickly: "It's not real hair, you come to hit me! Pick whatever you want, all 20 yuan is 20 yuan."

The girl who asked the question was amused by Tan Qing, but another girl in a bright silver down jacket sneered disdainfully: "Buying real hair at such a night market? Xiao Mu, don't you chase stars and chase you stupid?!"

The smile of the girl named Xiao Mu froze at the corner of her mouth, and only a moment later took a twenty piece from her wallet.

She handed the money to Tan Qing and said softly: "Sorry, my friend speaks more straight..."

Tan Qing quickly put the money into her pocket, and handed her the pendant that the girl had just picked without being affected. She still smiled and said, "It's all right, thank you for your patronage, and welcome to visit again."

The girl reached for the pendant, and accidentally touched Tan Qing's hand.

Perhaps it had been freezing for a long time in the winter night, and the hand was extremely cold, but the finger bones were finely divided, which looked quite beautiful.

Xiao Mu glanced at the owner of the hand subconsciously.

Although the lights of the night market are dim and the stall owner's facial features are not clear, he can vaguely see his pale skin and red lips.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a hawker who sets up a stall in a night market to discuss life.

It just so happened that the energy-saving desk lamp on the stall next door was accidentally knocked by the customer, and the light shook towards Tan Qing's side.

The girl in the silver down jacket standing on the other side frowned and asked with a slight contempt: "Hey, has anyone ever said that you look like Tan Qing?"

Tan Qing: "..."

Tan Qing put out an innocent face, shook his head, and said very sincerely: "My name is Liu Dazhuang, who is Tan Qing that you are talking about?"

About Mo is Liu Dazhuang. The name is amazing. The girl frowned in disgust, and then said maliciously: "You said Tan Qing, that's a shameless bastard, but he has already been gged. It's really retribution. Whee."

"Peony!"

Xiao Mu unbearably stretched out the girl's hand, apologized to Tan Qing again, and the two walked away together.

Tan Qing straightened the unsold fox fur without pressure, and the big brother who had just been chatting halfway came to him again.

"The two little girls just talked about Tan Qing, don't tell me, little brother! I know him too!"

Tan Qing barked his teeth.

The eldest brother continued: "My daughter-in-law also liked him before. Oh, that's handsome, but the news broke a while ago that the other person's quality is not good. It is said that he took the initiative to climb the producer's bed. Ouch, you talked about this person... "

Tan Qing: "..."

never mind.

never mind.

calm.

modern society.

Killing is not good.

Tan Qing took a deep breath and bent over to roll the tarpaulin into a roll.

He turned his back, closed the stall and left.

It was ten o'clock in the evening when I returned to the tube building.

Tan Qing rushed from the stairs to the eighth floor flexibly and knocked on the door of the neighbor's house next door.

The door opened, and Tan Qing smiled and handed a bunch of fresh bananas and a local chicken to Grandma Li who came to open the door.

The local chicken was just killed at first sight, and it was hurriedly packed in a plastic bag, dripping blood lying down along the chicken's neck and converging into a small swath.

Grandma Li graciously welcomed Tan Qing into the house, and said in a whisper, "Big Zhuang, don't bring me so many things every time you come. It is not easy for you to work hard in the big city alone, and you also bring your children. …"

Tan Qing's head hurt more and more when she heard the words "children".

He followed Grandma Li's gaze and turned his head, and glanced at the cub who was sleeping comfortably on the old-fashioned sofa.

Four feet upright.

Still drooling.

Gee, shame.

Grandma Li covered the little boy with a quilt and said kindly, "Da Zhuang, have you eaten dinner tonight? The chicken you brought the day before hasn't finished eating yet, grandma stewed chicken soup."

Tan Qing shook her head with the same well-behaved expression as the little boy, and soon ate a bowl of hot chicken soup and rice.

The tender white chicken shreds were torn apart, topped with delicious sauce, and a few tender green broccoli flowers stood aside.

Shiitake mushrooms and goji berries are still floating in the chicken soup in another bowl.

After eating, Tan Qing went to wash the dishes quickly.

When she was about to pick up the babe and go home, Grandma Li walked over and took Tan Qing and sat on the sofa.

Grandma Li's expression was a little embarrassed, and the wrinkles on her old face appeared deeper.

She seemed to ponder it for a long time before slowly saying: "Dai Zhuang... Grandma's daughter is going to take her grandma back to the country to live in, and she should not be able to continue to help you take care of the children in the future."

Tan Qing was stunned, then glanced at the chubby cub.

Probably after seeing Tanqing not speaking, Grandma Li became more guilty: "This child is very good, not too fussy, and it doesn't take a lot of trouble to bring it, I..."

Only then did Tan Qing come back to her senses, patted Grandma Li's hand quickly, and smiled: "It's okay, don't you always want to live in the country? The country has good air and is good for health."

Grandma Li wiped the corners of her eyes and sighed again.

Tan Qing squeezed some of his few savings to the old man as a thank you, then walked to the sofa, pinched the back of his neck and lifted the sleeping Zhengxiang cub.

The boy was interrupted to sleep, opened his eyes and pursed his mouth, and sniffed very aggrievedly.

Grandma Li cleaned up the child's quilt and mattress in the bedroom.

After coming out, he was shocked by the posture of holding the neck, and hurriedly walked up and carried the child back, and said to Tanqing seriously: "Big and strong, you can't hold the child like this, your son is still young and will be injured! "

Tan Qing gritted her teeth, endured and endured, and finally, under Grandma Li's repeated demonstrations, she patiently carried the little babe on her shoulders and returned home with his little bedding.

Today's home is also a day of ice pots and cold stoves.

There is no sofa in the simple studio, and a wooden bed is simply built up.

Tan Qing swung the cub on the small bed—

The boy didn't even lie down, but sat upright like a tumbler.

what.

Kind of fun.

Tan Qing stretched out her feet and pushed the child again.

The **** shook again, and then looked at Tan Qing ignorantly.

It is estimated that it has been delayed for so long, and finally realized that the person in front of him was bullying, and the child sitting on the bed had a pitifully narrowed mouth.

Finally cried out with a wow.

"Wow oh oh oh-"

Tan Qing: "..."

Tan Qing was accustomed to being lonely and lonely.

He stood up and walked over to the small wooden bed to sit down, and sternly said to the cub in front of him: "Talking, don't cry!"

The child choked with yelling, and after sobbing a few times, he cried louder.

Tan Qing rolled her eyes and revealed a malicious smile: "If you cry again, I will throw you to the mountain to feed the wild wolf."

Talking: "..."

The poor boy was so scared that he stopped crying. He looked at Tan Qing sobbing and burped from time to time.

Tan Qing stretched out a finger to press the little boy back on the bed, and clicked on the child's crying red nose: "Sleep honestly, you know?"

Tanjiji blew a snot bubble, and soon fell asleep.

Tan Qing covered him with a quilt perfunctorily, got up and went to the kitchen, and casually took out a small cup of powdered milk.

Soon, the scent of milk powder came out of the baby bottle.

Tan Qing took a sip first, then put the bottle aside, and waited for the rest to cool down for the little boy to drink.

Human cubs are trouble.

I can't eat raw food, I can't eat cold food, and I just cry squeamishly at every turn.

Hey, he didn't inherit the fine genes of his nine-tailed fox at all.

Tan Qing was holding her hands in disgust and wondering where to get some living expenses tomorrow, when the windowpane was knocked from the outside.

He now lives in the urban-rural fringe in the outer suburbs of the city. The housing price is very low. Backed by the mountains, he can't see the prosperity of the city at all.

Interrupted in her thoughts, Tan Qing stretched out her hand to open the window and raised her eyebrows: "Isn't it time to send Mao yet today?"

Outside the window was a red fox, whose gorgeous fur became shiny under the bright moonlight, and looked extremely handsome.

It's a pity that its tail is bare.

Not only is bald, but there is no single hair left.

The red fox cried with a fox face, and said pitifully: "My ancestor... all the brothers in this area have been bald, and if you go down, you won't be able to see people... Can you give me more hair next time? A few days..."

Tan Qing reached out and touched the red fox's tail after hearing the words: "Oh, it's really bald, it's so ugly."

Red Fox: "..."

The red fox was about to cry.

The fox family loves beauty the most. In addition to the advantages of the time and place in the suburbs of Beijing, everything they raise is even more agile.

As a result, after a few decades, the nine-tailed fox fairy came from nowhere.

Difficult and horizontal.

Also amazing...

Don't say it.

All tears.

Tan Qing flicked the pointed tail of the red fox twice, and stretched out his hand thoughtfully: "By the way, where is the chicken today?"

The red fox turned over and jumped down from the window. A few seconds later, it quickly climbed up with an old hen in his mouth, and put the chicken on the window sill grievously.

Tan Qing was satisfied, and hooked the red fox: "You don't need to send fur over again in the future."

Red Fox: "???"

A happy event from heaven made it a little unbelievable for a while.

In order to guard against Tan Qing's big tricks from time to time, the red fox thought about it, and whispered, "Then you..."

Tan Qing put the old hen into the refrigerator: "I earn too little from selling fox fur. I thought of a new way to make money today."

Sell ​​the bastard!

The author has something to say: Little theater, Tan Qing: Oh, how much is the right price?

He Mingyu:? ? ? Can you explain to me first, why call my son Tanjiji? ?

Tan Qing: Because I love chicken 0.0

The sand glyphs are generally sweet, and they are favored by the nine-tailed fox [focus on animality], and raise a few cubs online.

The growth path of the cubs depends on offense if they don't go too far, and they will come out after the chapter is won!