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

067

Oops.

Wei Jing's head was empty, and he sat back on the bed, feeling bad all over: Who am I?where am iWhat am I going to do?

Strange, why so many little stars twinkle and sparkle in front of me...

He rolled his eyes and passed out.

The boss twitched his eyebrows slightly: "..."

"Bah, bah!" the dragon cub yelled in shock, and quickly turned to look at his father, "Ah."

"Don't worry, your dad is just too happy." The boss explained in a gentle tone, holding the dragon cub, walked to the bed unhurriedly, leaned back on the single sofa, and flipped the "Look at the book" on the bedside table. I picked up the first volume of Literacy with Pictures, opened one of the pages, pointed to the pictures and words on it, "What do you read this word?"

The dragon cub replied cheerfully: "Silly!"

"Yeah." The boss chuckled, "Read it again."

Dragon Cub was very cooperative: "Stupid!"

Wei Jing, who was supposed to be unconscious, was furious: How can anyone insinuate and scold Huai like this? They are teaching bad children!

He opened his eyes angrily, sat up, and the moment his eyes met the boss, he resolutely hesitated: "..."

"Bah, bah!" Dragon cub happily flicked his tail at Wei Jing, grinning and showing two small white teeth, "Eat!"

Hearing the word "eat", Wei Jing's stomach growled. He slept for at least twelve hours, so it's no wonder he wasn't hungry.

"That—" He faltered and blushed, not knowing what to say.

The development of this matter deviates too much from what he expected. He has not yet reacted. He doesn't understand why the boss didn't get angry, didn't torture him, and didn't have any bloody and cruel scenes.

On the contrary, he was very uncomfortable, and he felt more and more like a scumbag and a fool.

"I—" Wei Jing hesitated to speak.

What should he say, what can he say?

I'm sorry, big brother, I don't think the two of us are really suitable to be together, so let's get together and break up, right?Heh, heh... have they ever been together?

Wei Jing's head was hurting, and he was tangled in his heart. He raised his head again and glanced at the boss quietly.

However, the boss pretended to be a normal person and just looked at him quietly without saying a word.

Wei Jing: "..."

However, if time could be turned back, he would still run away, and he would not be reconciled if he hadn't tried.And this time the failure was probably really God's will.

"Wei Shiyi." The boss finally spoke mercifully, but what he said had nothing to do with his running away last night, "You didn't participate in the morning exercise today, and you abstained by default. You should be punished."

Wei Jing's eyebrows twitched, which song is this from?

Why did he feel more uneasy?

The boss looked at him, and continued slowly: "Are you going to run naked and run, or leapfrog four hundred times?"

grunt.Wei Jing quietly swallowed his saliva, and asked in a low voice: "Can you... give me a discount?"

"3% off, how about it?" The corner of the boss's mouth slightly raised, with a contemptuous arc.

Wei Jing's heart skipped a beat. For some reason, when he heard the "3% off", he felt a little guilty, as if he had done something wrong. His eyes flickered down, and he nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: " Can."

"Get up and wash up, and go downstairs to eat." The boss raised his chin slightly and urged.

Wei Jing hurriedly responded, his heart was beating up and down, fear, restlessness, anxiety, hesitation, and confusion were intertwined. When he got out of bed, he even tripped himself on the same foot because he was too nervous. He almost fell on his face and fell in front of the boss.

Fortunately, the boss grabbed him in time, took his arm, helped him up, and laughed softly, with a hint of teasing in his low voice: "Wei Shiyi, what are you nervous about?"

Embarrassed, Wei Jing shook his head indiscriminately, and hurriedly ran towards the bathroom. When he looked in the mirror, sure enough, he had changed back to the appearance of Tu Shihua, and his mood suddenly became more complicated. After brushing his teeth and face, he combed a little. I cut my hair, and when I came out again, the boss was gone.

He immediately breathed a sigh of relief, walked up to the dragon cub who was obediently "reading" on the sofa, and asked in a low voice, "Xiaobao, where is your father?"

The dragon cub sat down on the book, grinning innocently: "Bah, bah!"

Then he pointed in the direction of the door with his paw: "Go!"

The boss is gone.

When Wei Jing heard this, his tense nerves temporarily relaxed. He didn't dare to delay, so he quickly changed his clothes, carried the dragon cub and went downstairs, and when he was halfway there, he remembered to ask: "Xiaobao, what did you do yesterday?" At night, when did your father find us?"

He spoke very slowly, and the dragon cub tilted his head. After thinking for a while, he shook his head and covered his mouth, indicating that he could not say this.

"..." Wei Jing said silently, well, in this little brat's mind, his father is obviously more important.

When one person and one cub came to the restaurant, the wild boar spirit was pushing the dining car over.

"Mr. Wei, good morning." Boar Spirit brought a six-inch matcha cake to Wei Jing, "This is the morning tea that the master ordered for you."

In addition, there is a glass of milk and a plate of Jingjing fruit.

"Thank you." Wei Jing glanced at the matcha cake, feeling guilty.

Although the boss didn't mention a word about what happened last night, his every move clearly reminded him that the matter is endless.

Because he was absent-minded, when he went downstairs, he even forgot to bring the crystal bottle. The wild boar spirit obviously noticed this, and he had collected a lot of tips in the past few days. He said: "Mr. Wei, Master doesn't look very happy today."

After speaking, the wild boar spirit withdrew immediately.

Wei Jingxin said, of course he knew, and he also knew who the culprit of all this was.

What a sad thing.

"Wei Shiyi, try this cake, see if it suits your taste." The boss' voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Wei Jing was stunned, recalling the wild boar spirit's escape posture, he had an epiphany.

He used to really like matcha-flavored cakes, but now, looking at the small cakes in front of him with a fresh color and a sweet smell all over his body, he only felt his scalp numb and his whole body uncomfortable.

"Ba, Ba." The ignorant dragon cub warmly greeted the boss.

The boss stepped forward, rubbed its head, and then caressed Wei Jing's head very naturally, with a gentle tone: "I made this for you with my own hands, you must eat it all."

The hand above his head was obviously strong and gentle, but Wei Jing had the illusion that a jack was falling on his head, as if the thing would fall down with a bang in the next second, smashing him into a puddle of mud.

Terrible, terrible!

"Wei Shiyi, why are you shaking so much? Are you feeling unwell?" The boss asked strangely, with a concerned look on his face.

Wei Jing swallowed his saliva with difficulty, turned his head mechanically and slowly, met the big brother's worried gaze, couldn't hold back for a moment, and said his thoughts directly: "This, this cake, isn't it poisoned?"

The boss's smile faltered, he pinched his nose, and snorted lightly: "Wei Shiyi, what are you thinking?"

"...Just treat me as out of my mind, and don't bother with me." Wei Jing was so nervous that he couldn't speak coherently. Based on his understanding of the boss, there is usually only one fate for a betrayer: death.

The only difference is how to die, should he die more quickly and decently, or die more tragically, even with no bones left?

Although he didn't join forces with foreign enemies to frame the big boss of the designer, his behavior of running away with the dragon cub has obviously violated the taboo of the big boss. He doesn't believe that this matter will be overturned so easily.

There must be some conspiracy waiting for him.

This feeling became stronger and more obvious as time went by.

"It's okay, I know you're stupid." The boss smiled and nodded, turned his head back, facing the matcha cake in front of him, "I don't despise you."

Wei Jing dared not speak out: "..."

"Try it quickly, how does it taste?" The boss personally dug out a spoonful of cake and brought it to Wei Jing's mouth, "I specially put less sugar, it shouldn't be as sweet as last night."

Hearing the words "yesterday night", Wei Jing's hair exploded all over his body. If he was dead anyway, he would die sooner than later, ah!No, he doesn't want to die!

This cake smells quite delicious, shouldn't it be poisonous?

He opened his mouth struggling inwardly, his heart beating like thunder, if it was really poisonous, it would be fate...

But, not reconciled, he only saved 95 points, he——

Hey, it seems to taste good?

The taste is delicate, soft and sweet, and the sweetness is just right. A little less is too light, and a little more is too greasy. With this unique matcha fragrance, it is simply a great enjoyment in life!

"Delicious!" He nodded in surprise. He never expected that the first time the boss made a cake, he could have such a high standard, comparable to a master's craftsmanship.

"Eat more if you like it." The boss handed the silver spoon into his hand.

It just so happened that the cooing sound sounded again, clearly reminding him that his stomach was about to rebel. Wei Jing caught the spoon and turned into a crazy hamster in an instant, desperately hoarding food.

After he wiped out all the six-inch matcha cakes by himself, Ben Ben burped in satisfaction and couldn't help but praise: "Your craftsmanship is really great!"

The boss returned him a faint smile with a calm face: "Barely enough."

"Be humble, this skill is definitely a master class." Perhaps because he was full, Wei Jing's mood was no longer as tense as before, and his IQ also went up: Poisoning?That's too nonsense, if the boss wants to kill someone, he doesn't need such clumsy means at all!

He shouldn't measure the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain.

must apologize.

"Just now—" Before he could say an apology, Wei Jing suddenly covered his stomach in pain and knit his brows.

"Wei Shiyi, does it hurt?" The boss grabbed his arm with a concerned and worried expression.

Wei Jing was very afraid of pain, a thin layer of sweat had already oozed from his forehead at this moment, and his stomach felt like a sea of ​​pain, the word pain was not enough to express his feelings at this time.

He panted heavily, turned his head to look at the boss, and said with difficulty: "You, have you been poisoned?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" The boss smiled faintly, took out a tissue, and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead.

When Wei Jing heard this, tears almost fell down, and he asked in a trembling voice, "I, am I dying?"

The boss laughed and said nothing.

"Bah, bah!" Seeing his pained face, the dragon cub jumped up worriedly, and wanted to jump over, but was stopped by the boss.

"Shh." The boss made a quiet gesture.

The anxious dragon cub looked at him in puzzlement, then turned to look at Wei Jing, his small appearance was extremely aggrieved, and he called weakly: "Bah, bah."

At this time, Wei Jing finally passed out from the pain, his body softened, and he fell into the arms of the boss.

The boss sighed softly, picked him up by the waist, and then turned to Dragon Cub: "Follow."

"My lord, all the medicinal materials have been prepared."

"Understood, you go down."

Mu Xing nodded respectfully, and after the boss entered the door with Wei Jing in his arms, he turned around and backed out.

When she left, she thought that this mission would take at least a week. Many rare medicinal materials were not easy to collect, and they were treasures that could not be bought even if they had money. Some of them were even collected in the homes of some important people.

But as it turned out, that was only for her. As soon as the boss came out, all the difficult things were solved within a day.

"Did something happen last night?" After she went out, she ran into the old housekeeper and asked in a low voice, "Did Mr. Wei annoy the lord?"

Otherwise, why did the Lord want to scare Mr. Wei like this?

The old butler smiled: "It's not a big deal." If it was before, it would be a big deal, but now, it's different.