Chapter 99 Pig Raising

   Large double standard scene.

  Small milk bag: "...?"

   These are all things she did, okay?

   is simply too much!

   Xiao Nian Bao sat back angrily with a small mouth, and could only hold his stomach and pull his bland millet porridge and tea eggs.

   Lu Xue, who didn't even have tea eggs, and the millet porridge was spit out toothpaste: "..."

   Looking at King Fu Yan who was already eating gracefully, Lu Xue swallowed his saliva and couldn't help laughing, "Master Fu, you already have noodles, your glass of milk is worse than..."

   Hearing the words, Fu Yanwang lifted his eyes, moved his hands for a while, glanced at the cup full of hot milk next to his eyes, and then looked at Lu Xue faintly, "If you want to drink, find your wife to do it."

  Single dog crit!

   "No, did Master Fu ever hear the saying that Xiuen love dies quickly?" Lu Xue reluctantly began to **** the bowl of light millet porridge.

   But I suddenly found out that millet porridge is sweet, and... delicious?

   In less than a minute, Lu Xue's bowl was empty.

   "Okay, Master Fu, your girlfriend is very skilled, hiccup." Lu Xue couldn't help admiring from the bottom of his heart.

  Fu Yan Wang: "You say it."

   After hearing this conversation, the originally bulging little nipple, the suffocating anger in his heart disappeared, and he pouted his mouth in a very happy mood.

  Suddenly, a small half of the sandwich was handed to her in front of her with a sharp-boned hand, and the familiar voice implicitly spoiled, "It's feeding the pigs."

   The little guy pouted and grabbed the sandwich that Fu Yan Wang handed over, but he couldn't hide his happiness~

  Because all I was thinking about was just what Fu Yan Wang praised her.

   The little guy just got happier the more he thought about it.

   Seeing that the little guy who was scolded as a pig was still smiling so happily, Lu Xue and Fu Yanwang both fell silent.

  Lu Xue looked at the little guy with horror, and said to Fu Chen, "Master Fu, won't this crying bag burn your brain?"

   Before Fu Yanwang could speak, Xiaomabao took a bite of the sandwich and stared at Lu Xue with her cheeks bulging. Xiaomai's voice was slurred, "You just burned out your brain, and your whole family has burned out their brains!"

   As he was talking, Xiao Niipao suddenly remembered what Fu Yanwang called her when he brought her sandwiches?

   Raising pigs? !

   is simply too much!

   Little Nanny bit the sandwich angrily, wanting to hate Fu Yan, but remembered that he praised her for the delicious breakfast, so the merits and demerits are worth it.

   Seeing that the little guy wasn't being petty, Lu Xue touched his earrings and clicked his tongue a few times. He suddenly remembered what the little guy said just now. He always felt familiar, but couldn't remember.

  Lu Xue patted his forehead, took out a lollipop from his pocket, peeled it off and bit it into his mouth, guessing that it might have been maddened by Fu Yanwang.

   "Eat quickly, I'll send you to the crew after eating." Fu Yanwang raised his eyelids and said in a lazy voice.

   The little guy nodded his head obediently.

  …

   After breakfast, the little guy was sent to the crew. Fu Chen still didn't accompany her in this time, he sent her over and left.

   Unlike in the past, the crew is very lively today.

   An uninvited guest came.

   The little guy ran in with a small pink bag on his back, and saw the rest area of ​​the main studio. Many people gathered together, and she seemed to see a familiar person vaguely.

   took a sip with a feeding bottle in his hand, and the little feeding bag walked over with his short legs unhurriedly.

   After getting close to the crowd, the little milk bag could not even reach the waist of a person, and the human flesh wall was too thick to see anything.

   After putting the lid on the bottle, the little guy, like a kitten, was about to lean on the smaller one, and then got in to take a look.

   When he was moving his feet, the little guy was suddenly picked up from behind.

   Almost subconsciously, the little guy wanted to fight back and struggled, but a gentle man's voice suddenly sounded beside his ear, quite smiling, "Morning, little boy."

   (end of this chapter)