law of courtship

When Song led Zhilan out, Dr. Yu and Xiao Dou quickly surrounded him.

"What's going on!" Dr. Yu couldn't hold back anymore, and asked loudly.

Song Shun smoothed the drooping forehead hair, and said casually: "It's nothing, I was playing with him, and I accidentally put my hands a little heavy."

Zhilan quickly stood up and cooperated: "Yes, yes, I asked Uncle Song to try and see if he could lift me up with one hand."

Dr. Yu stared at the gauze around his neck, the corners of his mouth trembling: Do you think I'm stupid?

"It's okay, it's okay, Boss Song has always been very kind to Xiaolan, they are just kidding around."

It was Xiao Dou who came forward to save the siege. He pulled Zhi Lan back and checked carefully, making sure that there was nothing serious about his neck and that he was in good spirits, so he finally felt relieved.

Dr. Yu is still unyielding. It is his professional belief to protect every rare humanoid, and of course he does not allow others to violate his belief:

"I don't know how you fooled Xiaolan, but you must explain to me what happened today."

"What is flickering?" Zhi Lan rolled his eyes and asked Xiao Dou beside him in a low voice.

Xiao Dou thought about his wording, and patiently explained to him: "Fudge is a kind of soft deception. In order to achieve one's own goals, one uses disgraceful means to deliberately guide others."

"Oh," Zhi Lan nodded half-understanding, affirming: "Uncle Song didn't fool me, he treated me very well, even gave me medicine."

Xiao Dou was a little speechless. The national treasure cub he raised had a typical easy-going physique. When someone hurt him, giving him medicine was a natural compensation, but in his eyes it turned into kindness.

If someone sells you and counts the money, if you don’t fool me, who are you fooling?

The almost bald-headed breeder confessed earnestly: "In the future, you must protect yourself and don't get hurt again, otherwise I won't be able to explain to Lao Mao."

"Yeah, I won't get hurt again, this time I must hide it from Grandpa Mao, good little Dou," Zhi Lan touched his aching neck, showed a naive smile, and in turn comforted his breeder.

The two little ones here, He Lele, and Dr. Yu and Song, on the other side, are still confronting each other, neither of them willing to give in.

"He is so weak, he is a docile bird who only eats vegetables, why do you bully him?" Dr. Yu saw that a strong attack would not work, so he switched to a soft policy, trying to move his feelings.

Song lowered his eyelids, and when he looked up again, a sharp fierce light flashed in his pupils, and he said coldly: "This is my nature, you should know it."

Dr. Yu choked, and murmured, "You..."

"He looks delicious..."

Song poked out the tip of his tongue and licked it slowly at the corner of his mouth, the tip of his teeth glowed with a cold gleam: "Brutality, bloodthirsty, paranoia and narrow-mindedness, this is my nature, isn't it because of these things that you drove me away in the first place?"

Dr. Yu lost his momentum in an instant, and said in a low voice, "You obviously... have changed a lot..."

Song Leng sneered: "What can't be changed, the bad roots engraved in the blood and genes, how to change?"

Dr. Yu was silent, as if recalling something, with a little guilt on his face, he did not pursue the accident just now.

Beside the bonfire not far away, the humanoids were still singing and laughing, and Zhi Lan unconsciously hummed to their beat, and didn't hear the conversation at all.

Until Song's big palm covered the top of his head and carried him back.

"Little blue hair will come to help in my garden in the future, he is voluntary," Song met Dr. Shang Yu's surprised gaze, with a face full of "what can you do with me" arrogance.

Zhilan nodded like a slapstick: "Yes, yes, labor is the most honorable thing. I want to help Uncle Song take care of the manor. Being so close will not delay the schedule arranged by the office."

Facing the sincere and clear eyes of little blue hair, Dr. Yu and Xiao Dou looked at each other in blank dismay:

Spend the mainland's national treasure to come to us to work for others?Or work for a bird of prey at the top of the food chain?

Will the carefully raised baby lump be used as "child labor"?Let the leaders of Huaxia Institute know what to do?

Xiao Dou winked and winked, desperately hinting at Zhi Lan: Xiao Lan, if you are kidnapped by him, just blink.

Zhi Lan blinked and tilted his head to look at them: "Is it not possible?"

"No!" Xiao Dou and Dr. Yu shouted in unison.

"I said it's okay, I won't lose the little boy, don't worry."

Song pressed the top of Zhilan's head, and pulled him to his side like an eagle catching a chicken. Although he tried his best to conceal it, he still couldn't hide his emotions.

On the intense and gorgeous face, there are two large characters written on every facial feature: Shu Shuang.

No kidnapping, no threats, just a few cherries, and tricked a national treasure cub to follow him home obediently.

Is there anything cooler than this?

Song soon found out: there is more.

Under Uncle Song's efforts to fool him, little blue hair started his career as a child laborer.

Every morning, after breakfast in the research institute, he has to follow Dr. Yu for two hours for gender catalysis. This task is still in the preliminary stage of preparation, and most of it consists of various physical examinations and some simple tests, which is very easy.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Zhilan will appear in Wuyue Manor on time, clean up the morning stool for Dan Ding, comb his fur, feed cat food and drinking water, and then go to the orchard to water and weed, and trim the branches and leaves.

Song is basically busy in the winery, or inspecting the collections in the wine cellar. After finishing these, he will occasionally drive out to deliver goods, or purchase raw materials, and stay in the manor most of the time.

Since Zhilan's appearance, he has added an interesting activity to his daily life - supervising the work of the little boy.

After the hot fruit moon, it is the pleasant autumn grape moon. After finishing the work in the winery, Song moved out a deck chair and took a nap under the grape trellis.

Sunlight fell on his face through the gaps in the branches and leaves, Song was a little impatient, went back to the room, took a pair of sunglasses with him, and lay back on the chair again.

Through the dark glasses, you can watch the little boy at work without any restraint.

"Little happy, go to sleep, the wind doesn't blow, the clouds don't float, the blue sky is quiet, the birds don't fly or sing..."

Zhilan hummed a light tune, pulled out the weeds under the grape arbor, and threw them on the stone path beside him, waiting to clean them up later.

A large group of white fur balls came along the path, bypassing the pile of weeds and walked to Zhi Lan. As a flexible fat man, Dan Ding jumped up and squatted on a wooden stake beside him, wagging his tail, wanting to see himself What are the slaves doing.

"Meow," seeing the fruits of Zhilan's labor, the big white cat narrowed its eyes and made a speech: Well done, good boy.

Zhi Lan gave it a sweet smile, and continued to sing a ditty: "The little cat and the little cat woke up, stroking their beard and licking their fur, rubbing their eyes and stretching their waists, the little cat and the little cat are looking around..."

"Hah," Grandpa Dan was not happy, and put on a fierce face: childish.

The little blue bird and the big white cat talked to each other, as if they had a very happy chat.Boss Song, who watched them through the sunglasses, raised the corners of his lips, and seemed to be in a good mood. He moved his fingers lightly on the wooden handle of the reclining chair, beating time with the rhythm of Zhilan's singing.

The little blue fur's voice is clear, with a little milky sound, which is transmitted into the ear canal uninterruptedly, like a soft little brush, which makes the ear crispy and itchy when scratched, which is very comfortable.

That's the joy of keeping parrots.

When Zhilan finished his work, Song called him over and fed him the cherries that had been washed in advance as a reward for his hard work.

Zhi Lan didn't care about eating by himself, and he didn't forget about his master, he walked back to the house quickly, and brought small dried fish for Dan Ding.

Carefully remove the head, tail and viscera of the fish fry, sprinkle with a small amount of basil leaves to marinate, and enjoy the fragrance in the sun. It is made by Zhilan himself, and has won the favor of Mr. Dan.

Song feeds him cherries, and he feeds diced eggs with dried fish, and the food chain is arranged in an orderly manner.

The picky cat owner was very satisfied with the tribute offered by the slave. He purred while chewing, and couldn't help rubbing the top of his head against Zhilan's palm: Meow, woo, oh, delicious.

Song saw that Dan Ding was so close to Zhi Lan, it was a bit puzzling. His motive for adopting this old cat was very simple: to curb his violent nature.

He was born with a pure raptor bloodline, often unable to restrain the tyrannical factor in his nature.Violence, bloodthirsty, and bullying are all instincts that he can't control himself. Keeping a weak cat by his side can train self-control and cultivate his patience.

But he and Dan Ding didn't get along very well. This stupid cat was always aloof, pulling like two to five or eight thousand. Two arrogant creatures got together, and neither of them wanted to bow their heads to each other. The result can be imagined.

The appearance of Zhi Lan broke this stalemate. Even a cat as tugging as Dan Ding can be subdued by him, and he is willing to use the top of his noble head to accept the caress of the little cub, which is really amazing.

Song couldn't help but tasted a little bit, but he couldn't tell if he was jealous of the little boy or the egg.

In short, a little upset.

After eating his snacks, Grandpa Dan yawned, jumped onto Zhilan's lap, "meowed" twice, and beckoned the slave to give him a massage.

Zhilan quickly ordered, stroked his chin and belly deftly, and then hummed the unfinished tune: "Clap your paws, meow, do your morning exercises, meow..."

Dan Ding's furry ears moved, although he felt a little naive, but he decided to tolerate this noisy little parrot, who made him so obedient, such obedient slaves are hard to find, and Grandpa Dan is very content.

Song who was left on the sidelines was even more upset: The brat was obviously abducted by himself, so why should he serve this fat cat?

Wait, didn't you arrange this yourself?

The author says:

Song Dae (angry into a puffer fish): Massage and singing, I want it too

Official Tucao: Song Dad, where is your majesty as a bird of prey?