I, Tyrannosaurus rex, raise cubs online [Transmigration Book]

024

When Wei Jing heard the word "protective clothing" from the boss, a sense of foreboding surged in Wei Jing's heart.

The premonition turned to brutal reality upon seeing the so-called protective suit.

A set of chicken yellow, an airtight anti-radiation suit that can wrap a person from head to toe, was placed in front of him, with a black disinfection mask beside it.

Wei Jing looked out of the window melancholy, the sun was shining brightly, but his heart was chilling.

"Honey, am I that shameful?"

[Host, I am here. 】The gentle female voice of the system rang out inappropriately.

Wei Jing ignored it to the end with a blank face, turned his head, and when his eyes met the deep-cut face of the boss, his acting skills exploded.

His eyes were red and tears were shining: "Why, you want me to wear such an ugly thing?"

Ouch, I'm going, I just twisted my thigh. The slap on my leg was too heavy, and my physical tears couldn't stop falling down! ! !

The boss twitched his eyebrows slightly, and thought about it seriously: Is it because he has been too gentle these two days?Or is this kid starting to itch?

Three seconds later, he concluded that it was probably a combination of both.

"My wife, be good, don't cry." The boss's voice became more gentle by three points, and he sat on the sofa with the dragon cub in his arms, and waved to Wei Jing, "Come here, let's talk about something."

Wei Jing sat there slowly, feeling extremely uncomfortable: If he had known, he would not have squeezed so hard!The pain has not been relieved until now, the policy of mourning soldiers, such tricks are really not suitable for him at all.

"You don't want to wear protective clothing?" The boss asked with a very good temper.

Wei Jing nodded with red eyes: "...I don't want to." Not to mention being so ugly, if he really went out dressed like that, wouldn't he be surrounded by people and look like a clown?

The boss casually picked up the bronze ruler on the table, and said to Wei Jing casually, "Do you know what this is?"

Wei Jing responded quickly as if rushing to answer: "The ruler is also called paperweight." In ancient times, this was a fetish in the study room, an artifact used to press paper when writing and painting.

As for what is the role here?

He was a little lost.

Could it be used by the boss to beat people?

Thinking of this possibility, he instantly became a little panicked. Don't look at the boss talking and laughing at Yan Yan at the moment, with a look of kindness and wealth, but when he just woke up, he had already seen the horror of the other party's face changing in a second!

"No, this is you." The boss said leisurely.

Wei Jing looked confused: "..." Are you kidding me, he is such a big living person, how could he become a paperweight.

"In the eyes of those outside, this is you." The boss continued unhurriedly, moving his fingers without changing his face, and the bronze paperweight that was two fingers wide was broken in half between his fingers.

Wei Jing was shocked, this, this was clearly threatening him, if he didn't obey, he would end up like this paperweight!

too frightening.

He trembled all over, and silently moved a little to the side, fearing that the boss would have another whim and twist his head in half so easily.

"So—" The boss deliberately paused, his deep eyes were quietly watching Wei Jing, and the corners of his mouth curled into a gentle curve.

Wei Jing was so frightened that the little chicken nodded like pecking rice: "I wear it, I wear it!"

"Such an ugly protective suit, after putting it on, it covered my wife's pretty face." The boss sighed, seeming quite distressed.

"No, not ugly, safety first!" Wei Jing changed his words timidly.

Seeing his honest appearance, the boss finally smiled from the bottom of his heart: "My wife is so good."

Wei Jing looked unlovable: "..."

In the end, he still put on the little chicken yellow protective suit, wore a disinfectant mask, and went out with the boss. What made him very relieved was that although his appearance was so ugly, the dragon cubs still surrounded him very intimately. He spins.

Given that the boss's super luxurious villa belongs to a single-family family with a radius of hundreds of miles, the means of travel are naturally not unusual.

The boss summoned a very domineering flame bird, and took the two of them out with a cub.

The fire bird flies very high and fast, the wind blowing on its face is as sharp as a knife, Wei Jing almost can't stand, he feels so weak and helpless, as if the next second, he will be blown away by the wind .

But in fact, whenever he was about to float away, the boss could always drag him back immediately, and even handed the dragon cub to him in the end.

Holding the dragon cub weighing seventy or eighty catties, Wei Jing suddenly felt much more at ease in his heart.

Wearing an off-white fluffy vest, the orange-red dragon cub huddled himself up wittily, hugging his tail in his forelegs, lying in Wei Jing's arms, obedient and sensible: "Ah."

"Cub, what are you talking about, dad can't understand." Wei Jing looked at it in embarrassment.

After another "ah", the dragon cub lowered his head and rubbed his head against his chest.

The boss stood behind the two of them, as stable as Mount Tai, unaffected by the strong wind, and he was in the mood to translate to the other party: "My son said, you look so handsome."

"Hey? Really?" Wei Jing asked in surprise, he had long forgotten how resistant he was when he first put on the protective clothing, and he even secretly rejoiced that his body was airtight, otherwise, he would have It has long been frozen into a popsicle by the cold wind at high altitude!

"Yeah." The boss replied leisurely, looking at the young man who was as happy as a little fool, with a disgusted and funny expression: he is so stupid and easy to deceive, thanks to his kindness, otherwise this kid would have been killed People are still counting the money after selling it.

After flying for nearly half an hour, the flame bird swooped down to the ground under the command of the boss.

Suddenly falling, Wei Jing was taken aback, hugged the dragon cub with both hands, and slid into the boss's arms reflexively.

The boss reached out his hand without changing his face, and patted his back lightly, with a gentle tone: "Honey, don't be afraid."

Wei Jing never felt that he would be afraid of heights!

But at this moment, listening to the whistling wind in his ears, the image of himself being thrown into a pool of meatloaf unconsciously appeared in his mind, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Fortunately, the Firebird landed soon.

Wei Jing panted with weak legs, feeling that he had just walked through the gate of hell, and at the same time secretly made up his mind: after returning, he would never dare to write novels with such a dangerous world background, and he would Just write cookies!

"Wife, we're here." The boss carried him and the dragon cub down, pointed to a dimly lit place not far away, with a malicious smile on his face.

"It's here." Wei Jing replied weakly, turned his head to look, his brain was a little dull, and after a while, he blinked in disbelief, "Parent-child Paradise?"

It's really a goddamn parent-child paradise, this is the biggest casino in Beichuan Prefecture!

In addition to the regular events, the biggest feature is the live-action version of PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds, regardless of race, anyone can sign up to participate, with five people as a group, a total of 100 people in each round, and the final winning group can share a prize of 100 million.

Wei Jing looked at the boss hesitantly. The live-action version of PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds is actually a disguised hunting activity, which seems to meet the requirements of the system?