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

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When Wei Jing received an account reminder that a refund of funds from the Mi Le shopping app arrived in the account, he was teaching the dragon cub how to write the three characters "Qin Xiaobao".

It is said to teach, but in fact it is just that he wrote out these three characters first, and the little guy held a pencil and copied it again and again.

"Qin, Xiao, Bao." Wei Jing slowed down, pointed to the words on the paper patiently, and read it over and over again.

Dragon Cub's eyes moved with his fingers, slowly transitioning from the initial "ah, ah, ah", to "ah, ah, treasure", "ah, small, treasure", after a full 15 minutes, finally Can pronounce own name clearly.

"Little Treasure is great!" Wei Jing happily gave two thumbs up, and at the same time, the gentle female voice of the system rang in his mind.

[Congratulations to the host for completing the second stage of enlightenment education, points 2. 】

This unexpected surprise made his smile even brighter.

The boss sat quietly on the opposite sofa, flipping through the children's enlightenment books bought by Wei Jing, while watching this person smiling like a fool face to face, he couldn't help shaking his head slightly: the big one is stupid, and the small one is probably too stupid. There is nowhere to go if you are smart, but you really have to worry about the rhythm of death.

"Xiaobao, great!" The dragon cub grinned triumphantly, revealing two pointed white teeth.

Wei Jing smiled and patted its head: "Well, Xiaobao, great!"

When the reminder sounded for the second time, he finally took out his mobile phone and checked the news. In addition to the reminder that the refund was credited to the account, there was also an apology letter from the Miller shopping app, which was full of nearly a thousand words and full of emotion. , sincerely.

After a hasty scan, he turned to look at the boss: "The money I bought for seeds was cheated, the shopping platform returned it to me, and sent a letter of apology."

The boss responded unhurriedly: "Yes."

Wei Jing saw that he didn't lift his head, and he looked like he was concentrating on reading. Thinking about it carefully, this matter is really thanks to the help of the big brother, because there is not even a link to complain on the shopping app, even if he doesn't. After receiving the goods, after the time expires, the system will still automatically confirm the receipt and send the money to the seller. Basically, the customer can only admit that he is unlucky.

"Thank you." Wei Jing thanked him sincerely.

The boss's eyes moved slightly, and when he looked up, he saw a young man a few meters away was looking at him sincerely, with relaxed brows and clear eyes, with a cute and docile appearance.

"Wei billion."

"...Huh?" Wei Jing had already given up on correcting his address, anyway, every time he called him wrong, it must be on purpose.

The boss raised his chin slightly: "Come here."

Wei Jing stood up and walked in front of him, looking defenseless: "What's wrong?"

"How are you going to thank me?" The boss closed the pages of the book, and the corner of his mouth curled slightly, "Would you want to send me away with just one sentence?"

"Hmm." After Wei Jing pondered for a few seconds, he had a flash of inspiration, "Shall I sing you a song?"

After experiencing the magic sounds of "The river flows eastward" and "Seven babies on a vine", the boss said that he never wanted to listen to Wei Shiyi singing again, it was too terrible.

He didn't even think about it, and directly refused: "Change one."

Wei Jing sighed with regret: "Then—"

Dance?

However, he doesn't know anything about modern dance, pole dancing, jazz dancing, folk dancing, belly dancing, or classical dancing!

"Let me draw a portrait of you!" As an otaku writer, he makes all the covers of his novels by himself, and occasionally draws personal designs and four-frame comics, which is not a problem. Has he ever been proud of it?

"Oh?" The boss looked at his smug look in surprise, and finally became interested, "Then you draw."

"Okay!" Wei Jing happily responded, and immediately ran to the locker where enlightenment books and props were piled up, and found a 4A-sized sketchbook, plus a set of 72-color water-soluble colored pencils.

These were originally prepared by him for the dragon cub.

The boss looked at his very professional appearance, Shi Shiran changed to a comfortable job and leaned on the sofa: "Wei Shiyi, how long will it take?"

"It's hard to say, it depends on whether I'm in good condition today." Wei Jing replied conservatively.

He draws pictures just like writing essays. When he is full of inspiration, he writes with great energy. When he is not in a good state, he may sit in front of the computer for half a day without getting a fart.

The boss raised his eyebrows slightly, and simply turned the pages of the book again, and subconsciously found the most perfect angle. He had seen those portraits of people on the street before, and they basically required the models to maintain the same posture and not move around casually.

"Wei Shiyi, do you need me to adjust my posture?"

"No need." Wei Jing replied quickly, "That's it, it's perfect."

The corner of the boss's mouth slightly raised, that was necessary.

Half an hour later, the boss suddenly felt a little sore in his neck.

Wei Jing was still concentrating on writing.

The boss frowned slightly, the time was too slow than expected.

Another half an hour later, the boss couldn't hold back any longer. Just as he was about to ask, Wei Jing snapped his fingers triumphantly: "Call work!"

The boss put down the book and moved his stiff neck a little: "Wei Shiyi, show it to me."

"Okay!" Wei Jing smiled all over his face, and with the wind under his feet, he stepped forward with his sketchbook in his arms.

The boss glanced at him lightly, a smile flickered on the corner of his mouth, his eyes slid down, his smile froze: "...is this the portrait you made me wait for an hour?"

On the endless green grassland, a majestic Tyrannosaurus rex, with an orange-red dragon cub in a white sweater on its head, was running happily towards the horizon and the direction of the sunrise...

Wei Jing nodded like a chick pecking at rice: "Yes, I feel very good today, and I only drew for an hour!"

The big brother glanced at him again without saying a word: "..." He was out of his mind, so he had expectations for this stupid boy. Fortunately, he still showed his posses for an hour, hum!

Wei Jing finally realized that there seemed to be something wrong.

Boss, are you angry?

He blinked in surprise, looked at the other party's obviously displeased face for a while, and looked down at his sketchbook for a while. Did he think that the Tyrannosaurus rex he drew was not aggressive enough?

Just when he was puzzled, the boss' cell phone rang.

Wei Jing hugged the sketchbook anxiously in his heart, and after listening to him answering a few words indifferently, he ended the call, then raised his head, and gave him a sideways glance with dissatisfaction: "I have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

"Oh." Wei Jing replied blankly.

Seeing his dumbfounded expression, the boss suddenly felt that it was really worthless to be angry with this stupid boy. He stretched out his hand and rubbed Wei Jing's head fiercely: "You are so stupid, don't go out and die, stay here obediently." home."

Wei Jingjiong: "..." Is it really appropriate to curse him stupid like this every day?

After watching the boss leave, Wei Jing looked at the sketchbook again and couldn't help but wonder: "Look at this proportion, this coloring, it's obviously perfect!"

"Bah, bah, eat!"

The dragon cub, who had been playing with himself for almost an hour to build blocks, walked up to his cheap father holding the milk powder can again.

Wei Jing took the milk powder can, and habitually reached out to touch the little guy's head, suddenly——

In the clear eyes of the dragon cub, he saw his own figure, with hair as messy as a chicken coop.

Fuck!The boss is too ruthless, right?

Wei Jing raked his hair casually a few times, and sighed helplessly: "My son, your father is really hard to serve."

"Eat!" Dragon Cub responded cheerfully.

Wei Jing was embarrassed: "Okay, let's go, snacks."

I made a can of milk powder for Long Zaizi, and when he returned to the bedroom, the more he thought about it, the worse he got, so he simply climbed up to a literature website forum he liked, and posted a post, briefly explaining what happened just now, seeking the general public. Help from friends.

#给朋友Portrait, after finishing the painting very carefully, he got angry, a little square, waiting online, very anxious#

There were many enthusiastic onlookers, and they gave suggestions one after another.

First floor: LZ, compare your friend's real person with the portrait, do you make him ugly?

Second floor: Brother Pai.

Third Floor: Brother, the truth is revealed.

Wei Jing only looked at the first few floors, and the opinions of the enthusiastic crowd were highly unified. He immediately seemed to have found the backbone, opened the photo album in the phone, and compared the photos secretly taken on the Tyrannosaurus rex with the portraits in the sketchbook...

puff.

There is absolutely no comparison.

Wei Jing suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and a few words that the boss had said successively in that hour rang out, and a drop of cold sweat slowly slid down his forehead: No wonder he was angry!

The boss waited for him "shyly and timidly" for an hour, but he checked the questions wrongly, worked hard, and finally got zero points.

How to do?

Draw another one?

Wei Jing rubbed his chin, thinking it was feasible. In his mobile phone, among the many secretly taken photos, after browsing through for a long time, he found the most satisfactory one: the boss was wearing black swimming trunks, leaning against the pool, holding the dragon cub with one hand , one big and one small looked at each other silently, as if they were communicating something.

He put away the water-soluble pencils, changed to a set of 168-color markers, and recomposed the picture.

In the ice prison in the garden on the south side of the villa.

"My lord, they all recruited. It was Jin Yuan from Dongchuan Prefecture who colluded with Princess He Lu."

If Wei Jing was here, when he heard these two names, he would quickly realize who they were.

Jin Yuan, the local snake in Dongchuan Prefecture, can be called the overlord of one party. He is not very strong, comparable to Mu Xing, but he wins people's hearts. He even has two eight-star powerhouses for him to use.

For a long time, Jin Yuan regarded Big Brother Qin as a thorn in his side and a thorn in his flesh, wishing to replace him. In the past ten years, the relationship between Dongchuan Prefecture and Beichuan Prefecture has been in dire straits, and it is also because of Jin Yuan.

In the original novel, Tu Shihua died, and the boss wiped out the entire Dongchuan Prefecture in a rage. Jin Yuan led a group of key personnel to the Zhongwang Court, and gradually made a comeback. Los hands.

As for Princess He Lu, Wei Jing is even more familiar with it, because this princess, who is both talented and beautiful, and the most favored princess in the royal court, finally married Ke Luosi, and she could barely be regarded as the number one female.

Jin Yuan wanted to deal with Boss Qin. Princess He Lu was jealous because she had heard about Tu Shihua's beauty long ago, and because of her notorious reputation, she pretended to be righteous and wanted to do justice for the heavens.

In this regard, the boss is not surprised at all.

After Mu Xing sized up the boss without any trace, he asked, "My lord, what should I do with the people in the ice prison?"

If it was in the past, she didn't need to ask at all, those people were without exception, one word: death, and more specifically: how to suffer, how to die.

But now, she vaguely feels that the master's behavior may be influenced by Mr. Wei, and he is no longer as cruel and ruthless as before. This change may be a good thing.

"The star power was abolished and given to the princess of Zhongwangting to celebrate her upcoming 19th birthday." The boss said unhurriedly.

"Yes." Mu Xing nodded respectfully, and just finished answering, when he looked up, he saw that the boss had disappeared from where he was.

At 10:30 in the evening, the villa was already quiet.

When the boss returned to the master bedroom, there was only one bedside lamp left in the room, which illuminated the bedside table on his side. There was Wei Jing's sketchbook on the cabinet. The picture was changed to [Picture of a beautiful man coming out of the bath].

With a strong desire to survive, Wei Shiyi clumsily wrote these five characters on the lower right corner of the portrait with a black marker, added the date, and signed his name.

The boss snorted softly, put down the sketchbook, and turned to look at the young man who had closed his eyes and slept deeply, and the dragon cub lying beside his pillow, with an indistinct smile flashing in his eyes: It doesn't look too stupid.