Report to the president, Mr. Ben Miao does not warm the bed

"What's the matter?" Xin Furong asked distressedly, reaching out to touch his little head, but the little brat got angry with him, turned his head and jumped out of her palm.

At a distance of more than half a meter, he fell to the ground with a slap. He was stunned for a moment, and then under all the puzzled and surprised gazes, he bowed his head and arched into the corner, a small ball, not to mention the back view Poor.

Xin Miaomiao's heart clenched into a ball when she saw it.

She frowned, watching Xin Furong chasing after her, but the little guy seemed really sad, always avoiding Xin Furong, and was so forced that she lay on her back and hissed at Xin Furong , issued that kind of distressing warning sound.

Xin Miaomiao couldn't care about anything else, got up holding the little egg in her arms, bypassed the other three cubs, walked to Xin Furong, and handed the little baby in her arms to her: "Sister, hold the egg Egg, let me see him."

"Okay, don't talk about him, he's only very old, and it's not too late to educate him, you know?" Xin Furong took Xiaodandan and asked with some concern.

Xin Miaomiao didn't say anything, but nodded silently.

Xin Furong took a step back holding Xiaodandan, watched Xin Miaomiao squatting down, and picked up the little boy who was about to walk out with his head drooping.

Seeing Xin Miaomiao's hand stretched out, the little guy subconsciously wanted to hide and struggle.

But the breath of his mother is his favorite, and the warmth of her palms is also his attachment. His body followed his instincts, so he couldn't bear to avoid it at all.

However, even though he was gently hugged by Xin Miaomiao, he was still tearful with grievance, buried his little head in the palm of her hand, and didn't look at her, and didn't let her see his little hairy face.

Xin Miaomiao carried him back to the sofa and placed him next to Mo Ziqi's lap, while she sat on the floor covered with a blanket.

As soon as the little guy got on the sofa, he rolled his whole body into a ball, hiding his little head and tail.

The other three cubs didn't know why, so they rushed over from all directions, walked around him twice, and seeing that he ignored them, they all crowded in front of their mother, raised their heads and called to her, begging for kisses, begging for hugs Hugging coquettishly.

Xin Miaomiao reached out to touch them one by one, and coaxed, "Go and play."

"Meow." Having been favored, the cubs responded softly, and they all dispersed again. The eldest walked to the right to explore, while the third and fourth children began to climb their father's thigh, wanting to go up to play.

Mo Ziqi didn't stop him, and looked at them with gentle eyes.

Xin Miaomiao was poking the little body of the second child with her hands, but the little guy just refused to show up. After poking for a while, Xin Miaomiao became a little discouraged, looked at Mo Ziqi beside her, and asked for help: "Qi Qi, See if the second child is not feeling well."

They are both novice mothers and novice fathers, so naturally they don't understand the little emotions of the second child.

Mo Ziqi stretched out his hand, wrapped his second child with his palm, swept it around with divine power, then shook his head at Xin Miaomiao: "He's fine." After a pause, he said: "He may be sleepy, let's go eat first. "

"..." The unbelievable second child with his little head buried shook his hairy ears.

Which idiot in this world would cry when he was sleepy?

"How could it be?" Xin Miaomiao obviously didn't believe it. After thinking about it, he still felt that he should have said something about him just now, which made him feel wronged.