It looks scary.
When Xiao Huang heard the disgusted tone of his biped father, he stood up, took two steps back, and sat down with a wronged look on his face, feeling like a punching bag.
This is just like the aggrieved little tiger in a short video who was ostracized by everyone...
But this tiger is not just a little tiger.
"What's with that expression on your face?!"
Song Chen walked forward and rubbed the tiger's head angrily, feeling both amused and helpless.
"You're such a grown tiger, yet you still look like that! If this video were to get into the other tigers' group chat, you'd definitely be expelled from the tiger clan."
This doesn't seem very respectable.
Although he mainly raised the tiger in the same way as he raised a cat, he ended up turning the tiger, which should have been very ferocious, cruel and domineering, into a big kitten that loves to act coquettishly to its owner, acts aggrieved when being bullied, and can give up its dignity for a bite of food.
"Okay, I won't talk about you anymore."
Song Chen patted the tiger's butt and turned to look at Ye Ming and asked.
"How was it? Was your daughter looking impressive while riding my little yellow dog on patrol today? Did you give little yellow dog anything to eat at noon?"
"This morning, when my daughter was riding your little yellow bike around the streets, she scared quite a few people."
Ye Ming nodded and said.
"After I finished explaining, quite a few people came to take photos, and then your little Huang's lunch was eaten by those passersby who were taking photos..."
"It's mainly those starchy sausages and fresh beef from the butcher shop. I just lie there and digest them while eating at the restaurant at noon."
Ye Ming also mentioned an interesting thing.
"When we first started riding tigers on the streets, someone saw a tiger and called the police. The police came with a police dog."
"As a result, the way your little yellow cat eats meat has directly attracted the attention of the police dog..."
"After the explanation, the owner of the police dog even packed a few starch sausages for the police dog..."
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(Ether Front… It’s so hard, so uncomfortable, so cool!)
(I got the Mirror Style, but looking at the number 16 under Sister Jizi before she got the Mirror Style on the lottery record page, I really couldn't hold it in.)
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