male breeding program

When you want to protect someone and can't do anything, you feel especially powerless.

"You're just being selfish, Bailey..."

"You don't want Cassiel touching other people..."

The male son is too precious. Once the hatching is successful, the country cannot abandon him. Bailey remembered the phone call he made in the early morning. There are two basic conditions for applying for a replacement certificate of adoption: 1. There must be an identity certificate; information must be consistent.

In other words, the female who abandoned Cassiel is eligible to raise it.

But why! When he discarded Cassiel, he never considered whether it would survive!

The anger that had nowhere to vent caused Bailey to chop the cutting board loudly. When he recovered, the potatoes that should have been diced had been chopped to pieces.

"..."

"Good morning, Bailey!"

Sage wore a coquettish nightgown and stretched out of the bedroom. He was radiant and his tone was full of enthusiasm. The atmosphere of the old tree blooming was in stark contrast to the gloomy Bailey.

"……it is good."

Not wanting to talk, Bailey re-washed two potatoes, peeled and sliced ​​them without cutting to the bottom, let the potatoes bloom like book pages, bent into wavy shapes, and stuffed them into the oven to time them.

Not long after, the vent of the oven emitted the smell of ripe potatoes. With a ding, Bailey put on heat-resistant gloves and opened the oven. Ignoring the smoke-like white water vapor, he took out the tray of potatoes.

He put bacon slices in the sandwich of sticky potato slices, brushed a layer of hot sauce, put solidified cheese on top of the potatoes, sprinkled spices, and then quickly wrapped the potatoes in tin foil and stuffed them into the oven.

Five minutes later, Adrian was awakened by the rich aroma of organ potatoes. He turned over lazily, his dark green eyes were still a little sleepy, but the deadly aroma kept seducing the glutton in his stomach. Can get out of bed.

There was a pair of brown slippers under the bed, and it looked like the shameless female one. Adrian pursed his lips and stretched his feet in. The slippers were big...and warm.

After a brief grooming, he walked to the living room wearing Saatchi's loose clothes. He was startled by the young female, and squinted his eyes to look at him: "Who are you?"

Compared with Saqi when he was young, this female is a bit too thin, and her tall stature does not give people a sense of threat. His eyebrows and facial features are well-grown. He should have a sharp appearance, but because of acquired For some reason, there was a little worry between the brows, and the whole person was as dull as a sword that had never seen blood.

"My name is Bailey, and I'm..."

Sage interrupted Bailey's unfinished sentence, and he smiled and put down a □□:

"He's my adopted son, Bailey Andrew."

Adrian glanced at the two of them expressionlessly, and sneered: "There is only Sach Adrian here, without my consent, you are not qualified..."

"I have." Sage Andrew took out a thin piece of paper from his nightgown, and Adrian's pupils shrank slightly. It was a contract certificate of dissolution of marriage written by him in a fit of anger. Stamped with his personal seal.

"you……"

Adrian wanted to say that the contract was insignificant, and he didn't intend to prove the divorce deed to him, even if he kicked him out of the villa, he didn't intend to deprive Saky Adrian of his surname.

"I know you've always hated me, Adrian, even if you're drunk, subconsciously you still want to kill me."

Sage touched the dark wound on his Adam's apple, looking sad, Adrian couldn't say anything to explain, he was drunk last night and didn't remember what happened at all, and he did resent Sage because of Bigger.

After so many years, he actually doesn't remember what Bigger looked like, but the memory of him dying for him is so deep, and the memory of Sach as a murderer is still lingering.

Adrian took a deep breath, his eyes flashed with water, then he calmed down and asked Sachs, "When do you plan to move out?"

After Adrian left, Sage and Bailey ate organ potatoes in silence, and neither of them spoke.

After a long while, Sage Andrew lamented: "Stinky boy, I was hurt by you!"

"???" Bailey looked up at him in confusion.

"Fucking hard-to-get!" Sage yelled, "Who came up with such a crappy idea!"

Bailey didn't know what Sage was cursing at all. He took a bite of the potato and asked Sage inarticulately: "Father, when are we going to apply for my ID card?"

Sage really wanted to kill this freshly baked cheap son with a bloody arrow.

A week later, a young man was ushered in at the training base. He smiled brightly and handed the ID card printed with Bailey Andrew to the front desk:

"Hi, I'm here to apply!"

The front desk still remembers this female, it rained heavily two days ago, this female—

A dying little white tiger was sent.

The author has something to say:

It is impossible to raise tigers in reality, let’s raise them in the text (??.??)