male breeding program

Bailey was introduced to this job by a young female she met when she was wandering. I heard that she was picked up by a male adult and put into a bed net. Life.

When Bailey was eating and sleeping outdoors, he would occasionally envy his partner's soft bedding and exquisite clothing, which allowed him to get rid of his free identity and become a male plaything, Bailey was also unwilling.

The stray females will gather together every year and festival to talk nasty things and brag. Bailey's complaints seem to them to be sour grapes, and they all laugh at Bailey. The chance to be alone is probably the first person to crawl down and kiss each other's snow-white toes.

What female doesn't desire a male?

It seems that the pretentious female can only be reduced to a laughing stock.

Bailey thought of what those low-brow friends said, and for the sake of looking good, he specially cleaned up and put the baby eggs in the basket. He looked handsome. The posture of the rice bowl is also very ugly.

"A new servant?"

The guard at the door found him, asked him why and opened the closed door to him.

A wide green space came into Bailey's field of vision, and he walked carefully on the clean and tidy avenue like a country bumpkin entering the city, smelling the air with the fragrance of green grass, feeling as if his lungs were being purified.

The water from the fountains on both sides of the road splashed onto Bailey's cheeks, which was cold and warm. As long as he thought that he would work or even stay in such a beautiful place in the future, Bailey would bend his eyes and smile unconsciously.

"Hey, where are you going?"

The guard who had been watching Bailey with his eyes called out to stop the silly female, signaling him to go in the wrong direction. What he should go to was not the luxurious villa that the avenue leads to, but the dilapidated hut at the end of another remote path.

Bailey froze in place. He glanced back at the red-brick and white-walled villa, endured the sense of gap in his heart, and walked into the secluded path. As the house at the end revealed its appearance, the excitement and excitement gradually disappeared.

It is unbelievable that there is such a dilapidated place in such a luxurious and beautiful manor!

What kind of people would live here?

It looked more like a staff dormitory prepared for him.

The old wall was covered with moss due to dampness, and Bailey's sense of smell was very sensitive. He frowned and endured the smell from the rotten wall, and buckled the rusty iron ring on the door.

"Is anyone here! I'm the new guy, my name is Bailey!"

"..."

Bailey heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. He stood outside the door blankly and waited for a few minutes before an old and skinny hand opened the door.

His employer looked different than he thought.

The old female in front of her is very tall, even if she is bent now, she can still see her heroic figure when she was young.

His arms were as dry as branches, and his movements were a little slow but not weak. The wrinkles on his face and serious expression made Bailey a little afraid of him, but he didn't dare to do anything. He just stood there awkwardly and let him look at him.

"Hello, I heard that you are recruiting..."

Bailey tried to win over the female with a sweet smile, but was fixed by the other's sharp and deep eyes. Feeling the oppression from the other party, the smile at the corner of Bailey's mouth turned into twitching lines at the corners of his eyes.

"I'm getting old and my waist is bad. I need a floor sweeper to help me."

After judging that Bailey was harmless, the old man restrained his momentum and said in a gentle tone.

"You can call me Sage."

"... Mr. Saatchi, what is my duty?"

"Cooking, sweeping, boiling water."

"I'll call you when I need someone."

"..."

As a single female who has been wandering for a long time, Bailey does not have the skill of cooking.

He carried the woven basket into the hut. Thank God, although the hut looked rough on the outside, it was still clean and tidy inside.

"You live in the attic and need to tidy up the place yourself."

Mr. Thatch gave Bailey a clean cloth, and Bailey went up the stairs to the small attic, rolling up his sleeves and planning to fight.

He put the basket with eggs aside, raised his head too hard and bumped it against the beam of the house. Bailey held his head in dull pain and didn't speak for a long time. After the neuralgia was relieved, he started to mutter while packing up.

"Oh my God, there's enough dust in here to fill a cardboard box..."

"Fortunately, the weather is still hot, otherwise it would be freezing to sleep here at night..."

The egg in the basket moved tentatively. It felt that it was trapped in a thick mass. With the loss of heat, it couldn't hold on to this position. It desperately wanted to stick to some warm and smooth object to keep warm. .

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