Vicious Male Match Raising Cubs Online

Tan Qing held her hands, feeling that her promise was already very tempting.

Five hundred years, hey, there must be no such lavish big demon like him in this world!

It's a pity that He Mingyu didn't pay attention to him.

Not only did he ignore him, but he was cold all over.

It was like preparing to pack Tan Qing and throw it out after freezing.

Tan Qing surreptitiously glanced at He Mingyu, only to raise the conditions a little bit, and tentatively said, "Otherwise, I will add another three hundred years to you? Eight hundred years will work. I will find one for each of your descendants. The beautiful daughter-in-law of the thief!"

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu didn't say a word, turned around and left.

Go to the hanger in the hallway, pick up your coat, change your shoes, and open the door.

close the door.

boom--

Ugh.

They are all mature men, so why are they so easy to get angry?

Tan Qing peeled a banana from the fruit basket with some grievances.

Then after thinking about it, I picked another peach from the fruit, peeled it unskillfully, and stirred the fruit puree for Tanjiji.

The long-term meal ticket is estimated to be mad this time.

It seems that I can only depend on each other with the bastard.

With a small wooden bowl for children, Tan Qing entered Tanjiji's baby room with great momentum.

With a loud shout, he woke up the little boy who was sleeping soundly on the bed: "Boy! It's dinner!"

Since moving here, except for He Mingyu who is really busy at work, Tan Qing will feed the little fat puppies. He Mingyu feeds most of the time.

From Tanqing's perspective, it's really not that he doesn't take care of Tanji.

The main reason is that He Mingyu is too picky.

The feeding bottle should be disinfected with a sterilizer first, then rinsed with boiling water, and then placed in the sun to dry naturally.

The temperature of the milk powder must be boiled and wait for it to cool to eighty-five degrees.

It is said that this will not destroy the probiotics in the milk powder.

Tan Qing, who knows nothing about nutrition: "..."

Anything?

Just feed it.

Why are there so many things to raise a cub!

Although He Mingyu never pointed out what was wrong with Tan Qing.

But I can definitely take the trouble to do all the preparations before Tan Qing is ready to start feeding the cubs.

The water is ready, the number of grams of milk powder is good, and even the mouth of the bottle can be loosened and put.

Tan Qing: "..."

Ah.

man.

After running away from He Mingyu in anger, Tan Qing finally mastered the freedom of feeding the cubs again.

Tumbling white and tender like a rice dumpling, she was sleeping soundly in her little flower quilt.

Immediately afterwards, Tan Qing was awakened by Tan Qing's earth-shattering declaration of dinner.

The little boy opened his eyes blankly, and the little fat hand pulled out from the tightly wrapped flower quilt with difficulty.

Then he rolled over and saw Tan Qing who was just watching and not helping.

Silly Tanjiji stretched out a friendly chubby hand towards Tanqing, and yelled, "Bab Bab Baba!"

Tan Qing hugged the little bastard, held it in her arms, and said disgustedly: "Wow, talking! Are you gaining weight again!"

Almost six months old, although Cub Cub could not accurately understand the meaning of the adult's words, he has been able to successfully capture Tan Qing's tone after being rejected for a long time.

Feeling wronged and sad, and still humorously talking and drooping, he became melancholy in Tan Qing's arms.

Weak, helpless, sad.

Even the puree has lost its usual appeal.

The small nose and small eyes are all wrinkled together.

A face of unlovable life.

Tan Qing gave a sigh, and the hand holding the small wooden bowl of fruit puree drew close to the tip of the chatting nose, "Baby?"

Talking about Xiao Chuan's hands, he covered his big round eyes.

Probably from now on, I will lose sight of eating.

Tan Qing: "..."

It's over.

The little fat cub is going on a hunger strike.

Tan Qing put the fruit puree on the bedside table.

Turning around, he put the little boy who was sucking his nose and brewing emotions on the bed and carefully persuaded him to cry or not. "Talking! You are already a big child. If you want to learn to be a man, you can't cry!"

Tan Jiji gave Tan Qing a sad look.

Then slowly turned himself on the bed.

Arched forward.

The two little hands pressed down on his body, and his buttocks faced Tan Qing.

Poses a standard hen squat.

Tan Qing: "..."

Tan Qing became anxious.

He jumped into bed, patted the cub's little butt, and said with a worried old father: "Cub! Get up! This is the posture that silly cats like! We can't do that!"

The little-year-olds talked distraught and heartbroken, drooping her head to keep the hen squatting, without saying a word, looking very pitiful.

Tan Qing: "..."

Where did you learn this posture?

The majesty of their fox! noble! Glamorous! Ji Hao! dexterity!

Tan Qing took a deep breath and sat next to the brat.

He took the sentence back abruptly, and said with a sincere feeling: "Baby, my dad loves you the most, no matter what you are, I love you and love you."

Tanjiji's little head finally had a reaction, and turned around: "Bah?"

Tan Qing nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes! You are not fat, you are just furry!"

The furry chatter whirled ninety degrees, raised his head to face Tan Qing, and grinned: "Baba!"

Tan Qing: "..."

It is really important to find a marriage partner with a high IQ.

It really doesn't work like He Mingyu.

Tan Qing touched the cub's head, picked him up again, and eagerly said, "Do you want to eat?"

Talking about it, shaking his head like a rattle.

Tan Qing brought the fruit puree again, and said sincerely, "You don't get fat if you eat fruit!"

Tan Jiji turned away firmly.

Tan Qing: "..."

Tan Qing had to take the bowl aside again.

The moment the small wooden bowl was placed on the bedside table.

Tan Qing heard the crow of the little brat's belly.

Tan Qing: "..."

One big and one small sat on the bed and stared at them.

Talking about the hungry gray-headed face, but tenaciously said that if you don't eat, you don't eat.

Do not eat fruit puree or milk powder.

Another half hour passed.

Tan Qing found out the cell phone and called He Mingyu desperately.

Today happens to be the Monday of the new month.

He's holds a seminar for each department on the first Monday of each month.

The content mainly revolves around project development, capital operation, diplomatic public relations and other company decision-making issues.

He Mingyu and the old chairman He Qi have completely different styles. Although not superior, they are not approachable at all.

Especially in official business, we always emphasize absolute quality and efficiency.

therefore.

The atmosphere of each seminar was quite frozen.

The heads of various departments tremblingly reported the targets for the previous month and the plans for the next month. Regardless of whether they were completed well or not, they were afraid of being singled out by He Mingyu.

Especially today.

It is said that the boss just told 17 marketing companies and nearly 3,000 Internet mobs in one fell swoop.

The most terrifying thing is.

Since arriving at the company this morning, the boss is full of low air pressure.

The meeting room was filled with the atmosphere of guessing who died first today.

The director of the project department finished tremblingly, and secretly glanced at He Mingyu from the corner of his eye.

It's over.

The boss's face is gloomy.

The project director kicked his legs under the table, ready to confess at any time.

And at this moment.

A cell phone bell rang in the conference room.

No matter how courage the directors of various departments are, they dare not ring the bell in the meeting room.

So after looking at each other, they watched silently as their immediate boss picked up the phone.

——The boss has changed.

——Yes, the boss never started the machine before.

——I don’t know who made the call so fearlessly?

The directors exchanged their eyes, and in the end they gave the person on the other end of the phone a very tacit understanding.

Tan Qing immediately sneezed on the phone.

He Mingyu frowned. He was still sitting in the conference room, but his voice had softened. He said in a low voice, "Have a cold?"

Tan Qing said bluntly: "Ouuuuu, He Mingyu, something has happened."

He Mingyu was taken aback for a moment, and his expression instantly became tense in the peripheral vision of the directors, but his voice still seemed gentle.

He stood up and walked hurriedly outside the meeting room while comforting Tanqing: "What's the matter? Don't worry, I'm back from the company now..."

Director One Two Three Four: "..."

The meeting is not over yet.

The boss ran away.

The scolding that deserves to be received has not yet arrived.

Even some are not used to it.

The directors who were discussing life in the low pressure of He Mingyu once again silently communicated with their eyes.

For a while, I was not sure whether to go back to work first or sit here and wait for the boss to return.

A few minutes passed.

He Mingyu did not come.

Lin Yu opened the door of the meeting room and came in.

The directors hurried up: "Help Lin, boss, this is..."

Lin Yu handed back several documents in his hand: "The boss has something at home, and he has already returned early. This is his opinion. Take it back to the department to discuss it and report it next Monday."

The directors who had escaped the catastrophe breathed a sigh of relief and thanked Lin Yu one after another.

When everyone is about to go back to the office.

The director of the public relations department suddenly remembered something and grabbed Lin Yu: "Lin Te help, I don't know if Fang is not convenient to ask, the one who just called the boss..."

Lin Yu pulled her sleeves back and said meaningfully: "After work, everyone, remember to pay attention to the boss's Weibo account. As an employee, we must pay attention to details."

Directors: "..."

The directors, aged from forty-five to twenty-five, walked out of the meeting room hesitantly.

He Mingyu, who had just been out of the house for less than three hours and drove back in a hurry, stopped the car and used the elevator to go upstairs.

Opening the front door of the room, I saw Tan Jiji holding the puppet bear in the toy castle and chewing on the bear's ears.

Probably after seeing He Mingyu coming back, Tan Jiji turned his attention away from the round ears of the puppet bear who had given much face, and raised his face happily: "Rake!"

He Mingyu walked to the living room and bent over and rubbed the boy's head: "Where is my dad?"

Tanjiji touched his own belly: "Guckoo!"

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu hugged his son, his ears leaned close to talk about his belly——

Cuckoo.

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu put Tanji on the sofa, then went around the room, and finally found Tanqing in the kitchen who looked up at the sky at a bleak forty-five degree angle.

The kitchen window was wide open.

Tan Qing stood in front of the window.

He Mingyu was taken aback. He took two steps and took Tan Qing back, took him into his arms, and said sharply, "What are you doing!"

Tan Qing stuffed herself into He Mingyu's arms boredly, and said honestly: "Well, I'm confessing."

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu hugged Tan Qing tightly in his arms, closed the window with his other hand, and whispered: "Goodbye, it doesn't matter, tell me what's wrong?"

Tan Qing snorted and grabbed He Mingyu's waist: "I just said that the **** is fat, and he is on a hunger strike."