Cow Cat's Dinosaur Ranch

The cow cat experienced the worst fiasco in his life, and almost collapsed.

I don't go to the lab, I don't cook, and I spend all day playing games on the star network.

Huang Qi was very worried.

Jin Qiangsen is not worried: "It's okay, at most it's just multiple depressions. Anyway, it's all snake spirit disease, it's not bad."

The stupid brother is lying on the sofa, his flat belly looks like a glutinous rice ball, where is he depressed?

The cow cat seemed to have noticed Jin Qiangsen's gaze, and slowly melted into the gap of the sofa, only the tail ring was stuck, with a small tip of the tail sticking out.

It seems reasonable to say so.Huang Yu nodded, took a pillow, and helped the cat cover its tail.

From the gap in the sofa that was completely invisible on the surface, a satisfied grunt soon came: "The lunch box is ready for you, put it in the hall, don't forget."

"Well, thank you, baby." Huang Yan pushed aside the pillow, bent down and kissed the tip of the tail, "Then I'll take the boss to work first."

"Mi. Go bang." The voice of the cow cat is so sweet that it is impossible to tell that it is the father of [-] cubs.

Jin Qiangsen, who was sitting on the opposite sofa, was disgusted enough. As soon as Huang Qiao left, he rushed over to grab the cow and cat, and was almost taken away by a paw: "Hiss—smelly cat!"

Five nails pierced five holes on the back of the sofa. Because of the strength of the arms, the strong muscles were highlighted, and the bald and torn skin surface looked special to the society.

Jin Johnson directly removed the back of the sofa.

The cow cat stuck in the gap fell to the ground with a "boom" sound, and its posture was still on all fours, so it bared its teeth and threatened: "Ha!"

Jin Johnson: "...Go, let's fight."

There is nothing that a fight can't solve, if one fight doesn't work, two fights.

"Hit it!" The cow cat took off in an instant, turned over and jumped onto the small wooden horse with its head held high.

While the two brothers were "happily" exchanging feelings, the military department caused a shock because of the image of the big cub.

The shock was so shocking that Huang Qiao was a little taken aback: "No, this is just a doll costume, and Si Mao also wore it. Didn't you all see the appearance of my eldest brother yesterday?"

The honest adjutant said honestly: "Compared with yesterday's image, we are more willing to believe that yesterday was wearing a doll costume, and now is the real appearance. The eldest son is very similar to you."

"Aww." The fluffy horned cat boss, sitting on Huang Ji's desk, is satisfied with his image of being compatible with the pattern of papa cat and cat cat papa.

The adjutant couldn't take his eyes off the little milk cat: "I just don't know why, but the eldest son looks a bit like a domestic cat."

His mind is a little confused right now.

Lord Marshal has a fiancé, and the relationship between the two of them is very good, even though they have been getting together less and more, there has been no conflict.

Of course, this may be his subjective assumption as an outsider.However, as an adjutant, his job responsibilities included Huang Ji's daily life, and he thought he still had a little say.

As far as he knew, at least Huang Ji didn't have anyone who cheated on him.

As for the other...

The Puma Grand Duke was very young, and he was led by Huang Ji from the moment he appeared in the eyes of everyone, and he has never had any ambiguity with the opposite sex inside or outside the circle.

Of course, they spent more than half a year in the Taiping galaxy, and those places were so bad that communication was impossible.After they have established a firm foothold and initially determined the new national border, they have just begun to gradually erect new base stations.

He didn't want to speculate about Major General Gong with malice, the eldest son's suit did look like a white tiger.

Although in the history of the empire, there has never been a record of a white tiger giving birth to another white tiger.The appearance of the eldest son, except for the slightly wider soles, does not have the strong skeleton of a tiger.

It was really too small, the whole body of the little boy was not as big as the head of an ordinary tiger cub.

Could it be that Major General Gong used genetic technology to forcibly create an offspring?

No, no, Major General Gong and Lord Marshal are both grand dukes of two major families.The more you are in a high position, the more cautious you are in your words and deeds, and you will never make such an obvious mistake.

It's not that Huang Ji didn't know that Da Zai's doll costume would cause some misunderstandings, but he didn't expect it to be like this at all.

His adjutant, who had always been clear and organized, unexpectedly fell into a state similar to a crash.

He stroked Da Zai's small forehead with his fingers, and couldn't laugh or cry: "But the boss is just a figure." It's not a living body at all, but its intelligence is too high-end.

The adjutant stared at the little milk cat with almost cross-eyed eyes, and suddenly stretched out his hand towards it: "Shake hands."

The little milk cat put its little paw on the adjutant's hand: "Mi."

The adjutant raised his palms up: "High five."

The little milk cat stood up and pressed two pink jiojio into the adjutant's palm: "Mi!"

Adjutant: "...Where is this a figure?!"

Oh my god, this soft jiojio is still slightly cool.

Those agile eyes were full of emotions.

This sweet cry is full of trust in Daddy and cat.

However, the shameless father cat actually called his cub a figure? !

Huang Ji: "... Isn't the action just the simplest instruction?" Cleaning robots can do it.

The adjutant expressed dissatisfaction, and turned into a big tiger, and was slapped out by the marshal.

After closing the office door, Huang had no choice but to post a short statement on the military's intranet, and put a few pictures of horned cats, and characterized it: "This is a new type of weapon that is being tested."

Since the publisher was the Marshal, the entire army, including Gong Simao and Jin Qiangsen who were fighting, received the news.

The cow cat, who was pressed under the feet of the big black cat, turned on the star network with its legs upturned: "Meow~ our boss is so cute~"

The big black cat took the soles of its paws that were on the cat's belly, lay down on the side and growled at him: "Is now the time to talk about this?!"

As soon as his belly was on the ground, he immediately stood up again, circling around the cow cat, "You two grand masters, are you real or fake? What's going on in your head? Let the little boy wear the cow cat's doll costume? Or are you Negotiated?"

Gong Simao really didn't know what was wrong with this: "What's wrong? Isn't it just a doll costume?"

The big black cat pawed at the cow cat angrily, but he dodged it nimbly: "Then why don't you wear this cat skin yourself? Except for the limited edition emperor ornaments that are released every ten years and are collected in major museums, have you seen Are there any other cats?"

Domestic cats are a closely guarded existence in the empire.

I can’t say how this kind of ecology was formed, but out of respect for the emperor, everyone will never use the image of the emperor in more entertaining toys, and there will be no commercial use, such as trademarks and the like .

The cow cat that was deleted from the history class: "Meow? Wait, it's the boss's newsletter."

It's communication, but as an artificial intelligence, the horned cat boss, like the cow butler, actually doesn't have his own personal number.

According to relevant laws and regulations, only a person with a citizen number can apply for a communication number, and it is bound to a personal brain.

The communication used by the horned cat boss is a group bound under Gong Simao's personal brain, which can be simply understood as another host of Gong Simao.

Jin Qiangsen can also communicate with the horned cat boss, but their data transmission needs to go around Gong Simao's brain.

The horned cat boss in the light screen still has the image of a little milk cat. He flapped his ears and was obviously in a good mood: "Dad, can I open a personal social account on Xingwang?"

Social accounts are different from newsletters.In theory, a person can open countless social accounts, for himself, for his pets, for his hobbies, and so on.

Gong Simao was a little serious at this time: "Why do you want to open a personal social account?"

The data on the star network is very complex, and of course you will meet and communicate with various people.Such a large amount of exchanged information, as long as it is well screened, is of great benefit to the cultivation of artificial intelligence.

Although the boss of the horned cat knows a lot and knows a lot, his cognitive level is still equivalent to that of a toddler.

But as the first boss who came out of the shell and followed Gong Simao all over the country early, its intelligence level has already opened up a significant distance from other younger brothers and sisters.

The little milk cat raised its head and chest, its eyes sparkled: "Because I have a lot of fans. They will also hold a claw meeting for me." With a claw, money will be credited to the account, "Dad, by the way, help me open a personal account Bah. No. [-] has a personal account, and I want one too. Don’t worry, Dad, I’m already a mature cub who is about to turn [-] days old, and I’m fully capable of managing my own funds.”

Dai Niu Maoyao thought about the time when he was under the age of eighteen, and he didn’t even know how much pocket money he had every month; now that he is an adult, all the big money and small money are managed and operated by a professional team.

Such a self, can give birth to a cub with financial management ability?

Or is it genetic inheritance?After all, he is also a golden cat, although he doesn't look like...

The little milk cat saw that Mao Mao's father was still silent, and tried to persuade: "My financial management ability is more like my father's cat, not like yours, don't worry."

The cow cat subconsciously asked: "Then why are you more like me?"

The little milk cat said without hesitation, "Snake spirit disease."

The cow cat cuts off the communication and decides to deduct the big cub's canned food for today's dinner.

Jin Qiangsen, who had completely given up communicating with his stupid brother, contacted another cub's father angrily: "What are you thinking? Simao doesn't know, don't you?"

Huang Yan in the marshal's office smiled as gently as usual, and his tone was gentle: "Isn't this very good? You have to give someone a vaccination first."

In the upper circles, Wang's existence has long been no secret.In the remote areas where Gong Simao sent "blessings", the local people are not stupid, and they can guess.

But both sides exercised restraint, whether it was out of respect for the king or out of consideration of the situation.

Occasionally, there were a few voices that popped up, but they were smashed by most enthusiastic netizens and turned into fake news.

The big black cat scratched the hard ground angrily: "You used a cannon barrel for this vaccination?" He suddenly noticed Huang Ji's clean desk surface, "Where's the boss?"

Huang Yan suddenly showed an interesting smile: "Oh, the boss said that there are some private cat matters to be dealt with, so should we take a walk in the base?"

The author has something to say:

Little milk cat: I am like my father cat, majestic and majestic.

Little milk cat: Mighty and majestic!

Little Milk Cat: Be confident!

Cow Cat (￢_￢): It is true that I am confident.