law of courtship

Zhi Lan carefully recalled how much rice he had eaten, and raised his hand to make gestures: "So many fans, what can you do?"

Vermicelli is the same as rice, can it be eaten?

Milena couldn't help laughing: "Little idiot, fans are people who love you very much, like family members, so you have a super big family on the Internet."

"Oh," Zhi Lan nodded half-understanding: "Then can they talk with me?"

Milena understood Zhilan's words. Like Zhilan, she was a parrot-like human, so she could naturally understand what he wanted to express.

"Communication" is the inherent nature of parrots. They have a strong desire to express, love to live in groups, and are eager to talk. They are enthusiastic and talkative cute creatures.

Family is very important to them, and family members represent the closest confidants, and they can tolerate their chatter unconditionally.

Zhilan has never had a family in the true sense. Now he lives in Wuyue Manor, surrounded by only the indifferent and taciturn boss Song and a fat cat who can't speak. The little guy must be very lonely.

Milena caressed his forehead hair distressedly: "No problem, my sister will help you."

She quickly registered on Weibo for Zhilan, and still used the avatar just now. After thinking about it, she led Zhilan to the yard to shoot a vlog.

"You just stand here, think about what to say to your fans, and I'll help you take a picture." Milena arranged the background for him, and raised the phone camera to point at him.

"I... what should I say?" Zhilan stood under the grape arbor, pulling at the hem of his clothes awkwardly, blushing.

"You can say whatever you want, talk about your recent situation, share happy things, and the most important thing is to say hello to everyone."

"Okay..." Zhi Lan brewed his emotions for a while, nodded to Milena, and signaled her to start filming.

"Big... Hello everyone, I'm Xiaolan, and I'm on a 'business trip' in Bazhou, and this is where I live."

Zhilan pointed to the grape rack behind him and the residence not far away: "There are endless fruits here, I have grown a little taller, and gained weight..."

Looking at Zhilan's shy little face through the screen of her mobile phone, Milena felt affectionate in her heart, and told him with her lips: Very good, that's it.

"I really want to spend my time here, and I miss my friends very much." Zhilan's eyes were a little red, and he pursed his lips and whispered: "I have been away from home for three months, I don't know if my home is still the same. "

"But... But I am also very happy in Bazhou. Everyone treats me very well, and I am very happy every day." Zhi Lan smiled at the camera, and the sun shone through the gaps in the vines, enveloping him gently like drizzle Every strand of his hair is full of sweetness and cuteness.

"If you want to talk to me, you can come to me here, I look forward to chatting with you, so...see you next time, thank you."

After a pause, Zhilan blinked, and Milena immediately pressed the stop button to save the video.

In fact, Zhi Lan has not yet figured out the concept of the Internet. The "here" he said is a vague understanding in his mind.

Just like Pang Da's favorite online shopping, the Internet is a virtual place outside of reality, but its functions are very similar.A shopping website is equivalent to a virtual supermarket, and Weibo may be a virtual coffee shop, where everyone can chat and introduce their current situation.

With the help of Milena, Zhi Lan has his own Weibo. In his opinion, everyone can come here to chat with him, and he can open the door for business anytime.

"It's really good," Milena added a filter to the video, and simply edited a piece of copywriting, as Zhilan's first Weibo, circled Huaxia's official blog, and posted it on Xiaolanmao's exclusive super chat .

[Zhilan Xiaomengyou]: I have opened Weibo, everyone is welcome to come and find me @世界播级物种物研究研究下局, #喜崴小蓝毛#

"What does Xiaomengyou mean?" Zhilan asked puzzled.

Milena spread her hands: "Your name is so popular, all the nicknames I can think of have been registered, and this is the only one left. Moe means very cute."

Zhi Lan stared at his new nickname for a while, and finally realized that Xiaomengyou is just a kid with an extra cursive initials, which looks pretty good.

Fortunately, the naive Zhilan doesn't understand another meaning of the word grass. If some old beast was present at this time, he might express another opinion about this nickname——

Children who owe grass = cute friends.

Milena spent two hours teaching Zhilan the basic operations of WeChat and Weibo, and patiently told him: "You can usually take some photos or videos and post them, edit what you want to say in this dialog box, click send, Your fans can see it."

"Okay," Zhilan held the new phone fondly, staring at a red dot below the main interface, wondering: "Sister, what does this number mean?"

Milena looked in the direction of his finger, and was really taken aback. The Weibo post had only been posted for two hours, and it had already received more than 500 comments, and it was still growing rapidly.

Milena took the phone, switched to the Chaohua page, and found that this Weibo had been pushed to the forefront, and the comment area was full of cries——

[I read that right, it's my cub! 】

[Soul crit, our baby finally appeared, woo woo woo]

[A newcomer asks, is this Zai Zai's own Weibo? 】

[Look at what I got, the biggest surprise of the year]

【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

[Arrange the oxygen tank first, let me take a good breath of my cub's face]

[Mom's good cub, you must take good care of yourself in Bazhou! 】

Milena quickly exited to the comment interface, only to feel that the screen full of "Mom loves you!"

At this moment, the naive little blue hair still doesn't know that the largest chicken farm in the world is not in the countryside or suburbs, but on Weibo.

Song came back before Milena directed Zhilan to reply to the comment.

The door opened suddenly, and Alpha walked in with a chill in his body, his chest heaved and heaved, his breathing was short, and it seemed that the schedule was in a hurry.

After closing the door, Song glanced over, and immediately looked at the two people on the sofa.

Fortunately, the bird in the nest is safe.

Zhi Lan quickly hid the phone behind her back, and obediently called him: "Uncle, you are back."

Song "Yeah", raised his arms and looked at Milena, posing as a gesture of chasing customers: "Why? Why don't you go back?"

"Tch," Milena gave him a resentful look, turned her head and bid farewell to Zhilan: "Baby, if you don't understand anything, ask me on WeChat, and I'll come and see you next time."

Before going to bed that night, Song lay on the bed and carefully pondered Milena's words, and he remembered the matter about the precursor of differentiation in his heart.

It has been a week or two since the little thing started to have a fever. Logically speaking, there should be traces of differentiation tendency.

This mysterious blind box can already be touched by hand. Even if you can't get an accurate answer, you can still feel out a rough outline. Whether it is round or flat, you have to squeeze it with your own hands to feel at ease.

As soon as he had this idea, Zhi Lan appeared at the door of the bedroom with a pillow in his arms.

"Uncle..." He called softly.

Song's whole body tensed up, and he reflexively looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was 09:30, half an hour before the "house rule" appointment time.

He subconsciously caressed his arm again. The needle hole from the inhibitor injection just now was still there, reminding him that he was safe now, so he let out a breath and relaxed his body.

"My stomach hurts a little," Zhi Lan quickly climbed onto the bed, and leaned meekly beside Song, with innocent and soft eyes, not like lying.

Song tensed again, what did you say, stomach hurts?

Could it be... a sign of omega differentiation?

A cold little hand suddenly reached into Song's top, fumbled for a while, brushed over Alpha's tight abdominal muscles, and the slightly concave serratus anterior muscles on the side of the waist, and finally landed below the navel.

"It hurts here," Zhi Lan put his head on Song's shoulder with an innocent face, and hummed weakly, "It's so sore."

Song felt that the blood in his whole body was rushing towards that little hand, almost boiling, and his abdomen also became hot, which touched the secret desire.

The side waist and navel are his sensitive points, if touched by outsiders, he might run away immediately, but Zhilan's hand seems to be able to resist the vigilance and mania in his nature, the places touched by him, the bones and meridians Cuncuncrispy? Soft, even the skin seems to be melting away.

Fortunately, fortunately, there are inhibitors.

Seeing that Uncle Song was ignoring others, Zhilan was a little disappointed, lowered his eyes and whispered: "It really hurts, I didn't lie."

Song pulled Zhilan's hand out of his clothes, held up his face and looked at it carefully, his lips were ruddy, his cheeks were light pink, and he looked good, so it should be nothing serious.

"What kind of pain is it?" Song was concerned, but his tone was tense.

Zhi Lan tilted his head and thought for a while, "I can't say it, it's just...a kind of pain I haven't experienced before."

Song's heart skipped a beat, he didn't know whether it was anxiety or surprise, but before he could distinguish this emotion, he immediately warned himself not to be too happy, the facts still need to be verified.

"Besides stomach pain, do you feel anything else?"

Zhi Lan rubbed her lower abdomen, and said softly, "It seems... not."

Song frowned and pondered for a moment, planning to give the little thing a simple physical examination.

The first is to check the skin. Among the signs of omega differentiation, the most obvious point is that the skin becomes delicate and smooth.

"Don't move, I'll take a look for you," Song said with an unclear reason, and lifted up Zhilan's pajamas, exposing his fair chest and abdomen.

Zhi Lan who was suddenly stripped of his clothes:? ? ?

Song didn't think much, stretched out his palm to cover his abdomen, and felt his scalp tighten as soon as he touched it, and his hand was soft and smooth, in stark contrast to his rough palm.

Skin like creamy skin, ice skin and snow skin are not enough to describe this graceful touch.

It's a little bit... touchy.

Touch somewhere else.

Well, the waist is not bad either.

The back is even more slippery, and I can hardly hang my hands.

Not sure about the ass.

Song's fingertips just penetrated into the gap of Zhilan's pajama pants, and the desire that was gradually getting out of control was forcibly suppressed by the inhibitor. He withdrew his hand as quickly as if he had been scalded by a tongue of fire, and secretly spit on himself as a beast.

It is very smooth and tender, but without the previous skin condition as a reference, there is no way to compare it. How do you know if it has changed?

Maybe the little cub was born with such soft skin and flesh like glutinous rice cakes. This is just his original state and cannot be used as a reference condition for differentiation.

The initial identification was fruitless, Song suddenly realized, why did he pick his stomach to check the skin?Can't you have arms and legs?One swipe of the sleeve can touch...

Song felt that something was wrong with him.

The author says:

Xiaolan: I reasonably suspect that you are playing hooligans

Father Song: Cough... this is a serious physical examination