Vicious male mate raises cubs online

Tan Jiji's soft and glutinous milk voice floated around in the huge living room, successfully attracting the attention of Baba who was about to yawn greatly.

Tan Qing turned her head, stepped on the rabbit fur slippers and walked to Tan Jiji's children's chair, bent down and was about to pick up the nape of the cub's neck, when she suddenly remembered the program crew standing next to the sofa.

After a pause of two seconds, the hand that was probing the back of the neck could only be retracted.

The little kid sitting in the baby chair didn't understand so many twists and turns in the adult world, and he watched helplessly that he was about to be grabbed by his little daddy, but the little daddy didn't pick him up again.

Woo.

Tan Jiji, who hadn't seen Tan Qing all night, pursed his lips sadly, his bright black eyes were filled with tears of grievance.

The little boy who feels that he has been rejected feels that he still needs to be self-reliant and take the initiative to get closer to his little father.

So he raised his head hard, stretched out both hands towards Tan Qing, and said in a bright and sweet voice: "Baba, hug!"

Tan Qing: "..."

Tan Qing's face was full of hesitation.

Of course the hesitation was not because of holding the cub.

Mostly because his ass hurts.

Even my thighs hurt.

One step hurts, two steps hurts even more.

Pick up the cubs in case one big and one small fall at the same time——

Wow, wouldn't that be embarrassing in front of the camera.

Blame the hot chicken He Mingyu!

Tan Qing turned around in great distress and made a grinning expression at He Mingyu.

Then bit the bullet and took a step forward, hugging Tan Jiji into his arms from the children's chair.

Oh... Excuse me!

The little skinny cub who just starved and lost weight more than 20 days ago turned back to a little fat cub.

It's still the kind of little chubby boy who looks thin in clothes and has a chubby belly in his arms.

Tan Qing was under a lot of pressure, and weighed the little boy carefully.

I think it will be difficult for him to find a girlfriend in the future.

If it doesn't work, we can only go on a blind date!

Tan Qing spent three seconds thinking about her cub's future life, and patted Tan Jiji's buttocks, and perfunctorily swayed the cub around twice: "Hey, cub! Ah, you have a new car?"

The small red children's sports car that Tan Jiji turned over just now was parked not far from the coffee table.

Although it is just a children's toy, the small sports car is extremely delicate, with all the accelerator and brake buttons on the steering wheel.

There's even a push-button convertible and an option button to re-cover the convertible top.

The doors and body are made according to the formal painting process, which looks exquisite and strong.

The car door, which is only suitable for children, successfully blocked Tan Qing's eager eyes.

Tan Qing desolately carried the little boy to the side of the small sports car, and looked around again.

After realizing that he really can no longer sit on the twisty car like the children's car and play, he curled his lips in disappointment.

It just so happened that He Mingyu walked over from the side at this time.

Probably noticing Tan Qing's gaze, He Mingyu helped Tan Qing put a long coat on to cover half of her legs while explaining: "My parents bought it for me."

Tan Qing rolled her eyes, looked at He Mingyu with bright eyes, and said sweetly: "Then will you buy it for me too?"

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu sighed: "Buy, I'll buy you the same model as the real version of this car."

Tan Qing tilted her head, reluctantly endured the pain in her butt under the premise of buying a new toy.

He turned his attention back with Tan Jiji in his arms, and by the way made a non-standard little peach heart to He Mingyu: "That's right, Qingqing loves you."

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu glanced at the crew behind him, turned sideways and blocked the camera without any trace: "Aren't you feeling well?"

Tan Qing nodded honestly: "A little bit."

He Mingyu stretched out his hand: "Let me hug you, I will be recording a show today, and later Uncle Wang will come and pick him up to go to his parents."

Tan Qing: "Well, here we are."

递！

Can't deliver?

Re-delivery--

Tan Jiji embraced Tan Qing's arm like a little koala, and arched into Tan Qing's arms nervously: "Baba, hug."

Tan Qing: "..."

Ugh.

The cub has grown up, so it's not easy to be fooled.

Tan Qing, who was sleepy, tired and had a sore butt, yawned, and carried the little boy on his shoulder: "Okay, then another 10 minutes."

10 minutes is only verbal 10 minutes.

Tan Jiji clung to Tan Qing like a sticky cake, took a bath together, brushed his teeth, drank the milk powder made by his dad, and then hugged Tan Qing and kissed her.

Since the filming of Tan Jiji was not within the scope of the signing of the contract, He Mingyu did not intend to let the little boy be photographed.

So when Tan Qing and He Mingyu sent their sons out, the program team still stayed in the villa and did not come out.

Uncle Wang brought He Qi's bodyguards to pick him up, and was about to take Tan Jiji from Tan Qing's arms.

The boy suddenly grabbed Tan Qing's sleeve with a small movement.

After washing up, Tan Qing had already changed into a shirt and trousers suitable for recording the show. Just as Tan Jiji was handed over to Uncle Wang, the button on the sleeve of the shirt was gently pulled.

Tan Qing bent forward: "What's the matter, baby? Dad is going to earn money to support the family. I'll pick you up at grandparents' house at night."

The little boy pursed his lips and looked at Tan Qing with a serious face.

I watched for a while.

Finally, with some reluctance, he took out the little yellow duck inlaid with emeralds and wearing a gold crown from the back pocket of his pants.

Carefully held it with two small hands, and brought it to Tan Qing: "Baba, here, Yaya."

Tan Qing is happy.

However, he hadn't waited for him to laugh.

Tan Jiji then answered the next sentence in a low voice: "Baba, don't rake, don't want cubs...don't, blood."

Tan Qing was stunned.

He Mingyu who was standing beside Tan Qing was also stunned.

Talking in vain and soft like a small glutinous rice dumpling, he can finally say a few more words recently, but he still doesn't speak clearly, and the language and word order are also adjusted inappropriately.

Probably because I was worried that the two fathers didn't understand.

The little boy clenched his fists, looked hard at Tan Qing, looked at He Mingyu again, and said slowly with his little mouth: "Baba, I slept for a long time... rake, my face is black... ..."

Tan Jiji tried very hard to stretch the tender yellow duckling in front of Tan Qing: "Zaizai, Yaya, Baba!"

The lazy little duck toy was brought very close to Tan Qing by the little meaty hands.

The closest one is even under the faint morning light.

The light refracted from the small pure gold crown still made Tan Qing's eyes slightly astringent.

Tan Qing has lived for such a long time and is rarely at a loss. She subconsciously looked at He Mingyu who was standing beside him.

He Mingyu reached out and touched the little yellow duck's crown, then rubbed the little boy's head.

She took Tan Qing's hand and patted him gently behind him: "My son specially wanted to give it to you. If you don't accept this little brat, I'm going to cry again. Be good, Qingqing."

Tan Qing was stunned for a few more seconds, then slowly stretched out her hand and placed it on the duckling.

A family of three folded their hands together.

Powerful and slender, tender and fair, fleshy and immature.

Tan Qing bent down slightly, and Tan Jiji's eyes were at the same level.

Tan Jiji stared at his little father helplessly, and after staring at him for a while, he called out in a small voice: "Baba."

Tan Qing nodded the little duck's head with her fingertips: "Zai Zai is afraid that Daddy will not want Zai Zai?"

The subject-predicate of this sentence is not very clear.

Tan Jiji opened his round eyes and didn't understand after listening for a while, so he gestured to himself and said: "Baba, Zaizai, rake..."

"Correct."

He Mingyu's voice was calm and gentle.

He took Tan Jiji from Uncle Wang's hand again, held him in his arms and shook him gently.

Then he put the little yellow duck in the cub's hand into Tan Qing's palm, and said slowly, "Both daddy and little daddy have accepted your duck, and they won't want you in the future. If you don't believe me, let's ask little daddy , okay, Qingqing?"

Tan Qing lowered her head and glanced at the duckling.

That is indeed a beautiful duck.

Tan Qing showed a smile and nodded: "Yes, we will not abandon our little fat boy. Don't worry about being sad, silly boy, okay?"

The chubby little dumpling seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief.

But soon, as if he had realized something, he wrinkled his face and said word by word: "Zai Zai, no, fat!"

The tone is crisp and clear.

It can be said to be very decisive.

Tan Qing received He Mingyu's frown and hints in his eyes, and hurriedly remedied: "Yes, yes, you are not fat, but you are only fluffy. Put on a new dress tomorrow and you will be even thinner!"

The little boy gnawed at his hands and hands in doubt, and raised his head: "Zaizai, skinny."

"Yes, yes, thin and thin!"

Tan Qing held the duck, and hurriedly patted Tan Jiji's thigh skillfully, "The cub is the thinnest cub in the world!"

The foolish Tan Jiji finally let go of his long-awaited heart, and was happily coaxed to go to his grandparents' house.

The cars of Uncle Wang and the guards drove out from the courtyard of the villa.

Tan Qing didn't go back to the house immediately to say hello to the crew, but took out the little duck that Tan Jiji had just bribed, and looked left and right several times.

But didn't say anything.

The two re-entered the house.

It happened to be eight o'clock, and as soon as they entered the room, the director greeted Tan Qing and He Mingyu to prepare to enter the stage of feature film shooting.

It is different from tidbits innovation and funny.

The content of the feature film mainly revolves around the ordinary daily life of the stars.

According to the requirements of the chief director, it is as natural as possible.

How the two of them usually live at home is how they behave, as if the program group does not exist.

This is simply too simple.

Whether it's for Tan Qing or He Mingyu.

They are all people who are not bound by the lens at all.

Just like now-

The chief director looked at He Mingyu with a horrified expression as he rolled up his sleeves expressionlessly, and walked into the kitchen skillfully.

In a few seconds.

Tan Qing, who yelled not to eat shallots, garlic, or small rapeseed, and asked He Mingyu to make it more spicy, also followed into the kitchen.

The photographer was stunned while taking pictures.

The camera stopped for a few seconds at the door of the kitchen: "Director, shall we shoot the kitchen?"

The chief director said stiffly, "Why didn't you shoot?"

The photographer hadn't had time to speak.

A member of the production team took the lead and said: "The filming is not good... We signed the contract with Tan Qing alone. Although Director He did not refuse to be photographed, I feel that the outside world, especially Director He, is a financial man. Fans...would they not be able to accept that Boss He cooks at home, the audience will know the status of Director He's family after this broadcast..."

Chief Director: "..."

The program group once again fell into the dilemma of forward and backward.

The two people in the kitchen obviously didn't pay attention to the pain and struggle of the program group.

Tan Qing ate three grapes, one cherry tomato and two strawberries while He Mingyu was washing the salad fruits.

Then when he was about to steal chicken breast, He Mingyu grabbed his wrist.

The fox who hadn't eaten the meat secretly took back its claws.

Then, while watching He Mingyu scrambled eggs, he hoped that her husband would cut more meat for himself when he was mixing the salad.

However, it is impossible to cut more.

Tan Qing stared at He Mingyu with a sad face, took out the kitchen scale, and weighed out [-] grams of boiled chicken breast in just one gram.

Toss with fruit and salad dressing with Thousand Island Dressing and set aside.

Tan Qing pushed his head against the shoulder of the person in front of him, and said aggrievedly: "He Mingyu, He Mingyu, can your baby eat fried chicken today?"

He Mingyu turned around and fed Tan Qing a carrot stick, indifferently like an emotionless killer: "No."

Tan Qing: "..."

Tan Qing almost cried after taking a bite of carrots: "I don't eat carrots!"

He Mingyu sandwiched the sandwich, tilted his head and kissed the corner of Tan Qing's lips: "Okay, I won't eat it for you."

Tan Qing: "..."

Tan Qing glanced suspiciously and disgusted at the carrot on the chopping board, feeling that it was incompatible with other breakfasts, immediately pricked up her ears very vigilantly: "He Mingyu, do you have other rabbits outside?"

He Mingyu casually used a small bowl to put carrots cut into thin strips and a few vegetable leaves into a small bowl: "The hare that Tan Mo brought back before is still in the back garden, feed it."

Tan Qing was surprised and said, "Wow, this rabbit hasn't died yet?"

He Mingyu put the bowl aside, reached out and pinched the tip of Tan Qing's nose: "I found a special person to take care of it, and that person asked Lin Yu for leave today."

Tan Qing: "That's it..."

Tan Qing immediately cheered up: "Then shall we eat rabbits tonight?"

He Mingyu hadn't had time to speak yet.

Tan Qing shook her head again: "Forget it, let's wait for the little fat cub to come back and then eat it... After all, it was the bunny he pressed back..."

He Mingyu put the small carrot bowl sealed with a fresh-keeping bag into Tan Qing's hands: "Put this on the fresh-keeping layer first, and after breakfast, I'll take you to feed that rabbit."

Tan Qing obediently turned around and ran to the refrigerator.

He Mingyu took the tender fried eggs out of the pan and arranged them, and put the sandwiches on the other side of the plate.

Just about to reach for the salad—

I felt Tan Qing poke him secretly from behind.

Movement is light.

It seems that the owner of the finger is also hesitating.

He Mingyu didn't turn around, but his voice was very gentle: "What's wrong?"

Tan Qing stretched out her hand slowly, and hugged He Mingyu from behind.

Then the whole person sticks behind the person in front of him.

After thinking for a while, he asked, "He Mingyu, am I a very last father?"

"I'm so bad... I don't know how to do math problems, and I don't know how to do Chinese and English problems... I almost died, and I haven't taught the cubs hunting and hunting skills..."

"No."

He Mingyu interrupted Tan Qing's words.

He put down the things in his hands and turned around: "Look up at me, Tan Qing."

Tan Qing raised her head dejectedly.

He Mingyu's eyes met Shang Tanqing's extremely beautiful eyes.

"I can teach our son the hardest math, and I can also accompany him to practice English. When he is older, I will personally teach him how to be a hunter in business."

"but you."

He Mingyu kissed Tan Qing's forehead, and then hugged him into his arms, "Tan Qing, I'm very glad that you taught our children to be a sincere, kind, and happy person."

"You are the best dad ever."