Puppy Breeding Manual

Qin Yi got angry early in the morning, he pushed open the door of the guest bedroom, and Fang Mu fell asleep on the floor again.

Fortunately, the air conditioner was still on, otherwise the puppy would have been frozen and stupid.

Qin Yi picked up the quilt from the other side of the bed, threw it on Fang Muye, and cursed: "You can't even sleep, how stupid you are!"

Fang Mu also heard someone scolding him in his sleep. He trembled, shrank subconsciously, put his hands on his head, covered his two furry ears, and kept saying, "I was wrong...don't hit me... ...it hurts...I was wrong..."

It's too typical of post-traumatic stress disorder, Qin Yi lost his temper all of a sudden, he knelt down on the ground, bent down to grab Fang Muye's hand, and said, "I won't hit you, don't be afraid, open your eyes, look at me who is it."

Fang Mu was still begging in panic not to hit him, Qin Yi restrained his struggling hands and called him: "Fang Muye, Fang Muye, wake up, you are at home, no one will hit you."

Fang Mu also slowly opened his eyes, his breathing was rapid, his eyes were red, and his face was full of panic and fear.

He looked happy and relaxed all day yesterday. Qin Yi thought there was nothing wrong with this puppy, but now he knows that for Fang Muye, whose mind is only six years old, any harm will leave a deep impression on him. Fading shadows.

"Don't cry, no one will beat you again." Qin Yi saw that Fang Mu was still awake, so he touched his face, "With me here, no one will dare to touch you."

Fang Mu also looked at Qin Yi in a daze, and after a while he sniffed and said, "Brother..."

There was a milky breath and a trembling cry in the voice when he first woke up, and his heart must be begging him.

"Okay, get up, wash your face, brush your teeth, and have breakfast." Qin Yi snorted Fang Muye's head.

"Okay." Fang Mu also wiped his eyes, and got up obediently.

He looked at the carpet and quilt under his feet, and asked suspiciously, "Why am I sleeping on the floor?"

"It's your father's fault that he didn't install a guardrail beside the bed for you." Qin Yi resigned himself to blame, "Put the quilt back on the bed and wash up."

Because Fang Mu was also frightened in the morning, Qin Yi didn't dare to speak loudly to him, for fear of leaving him with the shadow of his vicious adoptive father.

"Did you roll on the ground unconscious?" Qin Yi looked at Fang Muye who was drinking milk, "Did you fall asleep or passed out?"

Rolling to the ground, it's one thing to be cold, another thing to hit your head, Qin Yi is afraid that one day Fang Mu's IQ will be knocked out and his IQ will fall back a few years, then he really has nothing to do, the little baby is not good keep.

"I'm not dizzy." Fang Mu also licked the milk on his lips, "But I can't wake up, I thought I was dreaming."

"Okay..." Qin Yi supported his forehead, "How about you sleep with me in the future..."

"Really!" Before he finished speaking, Fang Mu shouted excitedly, "Can I sleep with my brother?!"

"Why are you so happy?" Qin Yi suspected that he had fallen into a trap, "Do you like sleeping with others?"

"A person can have bad dreams." Fang Mu also hugged the cup, wagging his tail, "I also want to sleep with my brother."

"But I like to sleep alone." Qin Yi sighed sadly, "Why do I just..."

"I'm very obedient. I won't move around at night." In order to sleep with Qin Yi, Fang Mu also lied all over the place, "I won't steal brother's quilt."

Qin Yi didn't bother to refute him, thinking that if you sleep well, who was that person who slept on the ground last night and this morning?

After spending a quiet Sunday at home, Qin Yi contacted a nanny from his childhood to come to the house, and started to find a special education teacher for Fang Mu. In fact, there is no rush to study, let Fang Mu get used to it first Live for a while, and take your time later.

There is no nanny in Qin Yi's villa, and when cleaning is needed, they are called part-time workers. He doesn't like too many traces of other people in the house, and it is cleaner to be alone.

Now I have no choice but to hire someone to take care of this puppy.

Fang Mu was also watching cartoons again, this time watching Doraemon. He watched the fat blue man take something out of his pocket with relish, and couldn't help but lower his head and touch his pocket.

"Don't touch it, there's not even a fart, it's all nonsense on TV." Qin Yi ruthlessly exposed children's beautiful fantasies, "It's just used to deceive little fools like you."

"Yes, Dingdang Cat has it. I'm not Dingdang Cat, so I don't have it." Fang Mu also turned his head and patiently explained to Qin Yi.

"Dingdang cat is fake, it doesn't exist." Qin Yi turned a page of the book and said relentlessly, "It was made by a computer, it is fake."

Fang Mu also stopped his wagging tail, stared blankly at the TV, and then at Qin Yi. After a while, he retorted hollowly: "No, it can move, it's alive."

"I told you that it was made by a computer." Qin Yi said, "You are the only one who believes it is true."

"But……"

"But what? Do you believe in the TV or in me?" Qin Yi is a very vicious person, and he specializes in attacking Fang Muye's childlike innocence.

Fang Mu also pursed his lips for a while, then said sullenly: "Trust brother."

Qin Yi was satisfied, but Fang Mu didn't speak anymore. He lowered his head with his ears down, looking extremely frustrated, and couldn't even shake his tail.

"Okay, let's go take a shower and get ready for bed." Qin Yi stretched out his leg and kicked him, "Wash your tail well, you are not allowed to go to bed without it."

Fang Mu also dragged his wet tail out of the bathroom. Qin Yi laboriously picked up the hair dryer and stood behind him to blow his head, ears and tail. Fang Mu also stood obediently, occasionally rubbing his ears when Qin Yi Squint your eyes comfortably.

Qin Yi pulled Fang Muye's tail and blew it vigorously. He was a bit of a clean freak. When he thought that there would be an extra puppy on his bed in the future, he regretted it very much. He felt very bad and wanted to blow Fang Muye's tail Skinned.

"It's hot, brother!" Fang Mu endured it for a long time. He didn't know why his brother kept blowing on his tail. He whispered a few times that it was hot, but his brother didn't respond and kept blowing. Only then did Fang Mu realize that the sound of the hair dryer blocked his small complaints, so he mustered up the courage to shout.

Qin Yi turned off the hair dryer with a blank face, grabbed Fang Muye's tail and looked around: "I'll blow it clean for you, and if you dare to drag your tail on the ground in the future, don't get on my bed. You have to take a bath every day , and the tail must be blown every day."

It's okay to take a bath every day, and Fang Mu also likes to be clean, but he really can't accept being blown on his tail like this every day. If this continues, his tail will be blown on fire by his brother sooner or later.

"Then can you blow it softer?" Fang Mu also discussed in a good voice, "It's a bit hot, brother."

"If you get used to it, it won't be hot anymore." Qin Yi was very anxious, he tried to reject Fang Muye, but he couldn't show that he wanted to go back on his word, so he said, "I have to wake up very early tomorrow, and I might wake you up. "

"No, I can still sleep." Fang Mu also said thoughtfully.

"I don't sleep well. I snore at night, talk in my sleep, grind my teeth, and make a lot of noise." Qin Yi began to slander himself.

"I won't be quarreled." Fang Mu also said, "Brother, look, I didn't wake up when I rolled down."

"Shall I add a guardrail beside your bed?" Qin Yi threw out his last hole card, "Then you won't be able to roll down."

"Guard rail?" Fang Mu also thought about it, then hugged his head and shook his head, "I hit it, it's hard, and it will hurt."

Is his IQ really only six years old?Why are you so eloquent?

Qin Yi didn't want to keep pestering her anymore, so he unplugged the hair dryer and said weakly, "It's alright, alright, let's go to sleep."

Fang Mu also wagged his fragrant and soft tail, smiled happily, and trotted after him.