Chapter 102

Wang Jue didn't have this feeling since he was ten years old. He suddenly felt guilty after making trouble.

The baby sobbed in front of him, crying to the top of his heart, drowning him with remorse.

"It's over." Wang Jue couldn't take care of his roommate. He knelt down to bed with one leg and went to the side of the kitten. "If you don't cry, my brother is teasing you. Come on, I'll give you back the grass."

He scratched the cat's head with dried wormwood, but it didn't work at all. He was so happy when he smelled wormwood just now, but now he didn't respond to it. It seems that he is really sad.

"You see." Qi Bo said on the side, "people are having a good time. You have to pull it. It's like my wormwood is poisonous. I got it back from the traditional Chinese Medicine Museum. Why --"

"can you shut up now?" Wang Jue turned his head and drove away Qi Bo, who was publicizing the traditional Chinese Medicine Museum. Looking back at the small group of cats in front of him, he said in a soft voice, "dear, look up, these wormwood are all yours. Get up and play. I'll accompany you."

Wen Tuan Tuan hung his little ears and cried himself as if he couldn't hear him. Wang Jue stretched out his fingers and carefully lifted his cerebellar pouch. Naizai didn't resist either. His chin was soft on his finger pulp, and his tears were dim. Warm tears were streaming down his hands. He was bullied and cruel.

Wang Jue's heart was broken by his crying. He sat up straight and held the petite Tuan Tuan up close to his heart. He comforted him along his back with his hand: "honey, don't be so miserable. My heart is aching with you. You are so smart. Don't worry about it with your brother, OK? We'll have to live together in the future, won't we? "

Wentuan was young, and his mood came and went quickly. Wang Chueh's voice was very angry. Although he didn't understand it, he also recognized his love and apology. He raised his head and mewed at him with soft and waxy milk. The little meat pad patted him on the chest, which meant that we would make up.

"Honey, you count me in." Wang Jue was overjoyed, holding his paw and saying to himself, "come on, how to relieve Qi, how to greet, it's OK to scratch blood."

Wen Tuan Tuan is just a little bigger. His nails are so soft that he can't stand the delicate meat mat without tearing his clothes.

"Meow, meow!" Wen Tuan gave two short cries, which made Wang Jue jump. He asked, "what's the matter? Are you still angry?"

Wentuan struggled to pull back his little paw. He didn't dare to fall down. He sobbed in his mouth, which was obviously painful.

Wang Jue had never raised a small animal. He didn't know this. He thought that the baby was still angry with him. But Qi Bo couldn't see it any more. He reminded him: "the skin of the kitten is tender. You just had to be beaten. Now you must have hurt the meat mat."

Wang Jue turned the baby's paws over, and the original pink meat mat turned red. He was deeply distressed. He blew gently towards the place and said, "pain flies, pain flies, pain flies away..."

This is Wang Jue's way of coaxing him when he was wrestling as a child. He subconsciously used it. He didn't expect that the baby was still very useful. He narrowed his eyes and purred two happy mews. It seemed that he was comfortable and was born in the palm of his hand.

Wang Jue took out the dried wormwood he had just robbed and shook it in front of the baby cat: "come on, I'll play with you."

The unique fragrance of wormwood came to his face. Wen Tuan wanted to jump on it, and raised his paws. When he arrived, he looked up at Wang Jue, a clever look that he wanted to touch but didn't dare to touch.

Wang Jue's heart was melted by his small eyes, and he couldn't help kissing him: "listen to me, it's OK. Play. I'll give you a bath if it's dirty."

"You almost got it." Qibo couldn't help interrupting, "I still have a bath. Does it understand me? You just coaxed it with those words, what baby, what pain Gay is very angry in gay. Let's smoke it to death. "

With that, he began moxibustion again, and the smoke rose from the small iron can adsorbed on his stomach.

Wang Jue was attracted by this charming and intelligent baby. At the moment, he didn't have time to fight with Qibo. He put the dried wormwood on the baby's forelimb and put the other forelimb on it. Wen Tuan tried to rub the hay between his paws. After rubbing, he immediately raised his eyes to see Wang Jue's reaction.

Wang Juexin's Wozi felt like he was patted by a little pink meat pad. His love was hard to express. The corners of his mouth kept rising. He nodded to wentuan to encourage him. Wentuan boldly hugged the handful of dried wormwood and fell on his back in the palm of Wang Jue's hand. He was so happy that his four short hairy legs were kicking back and forth in the air It's all being driven by a tremor.

Wang Jue's palms are itchy, but his heart is even itchier. He looks at the innocent baby with his eyes full of fondness and says, "I like wormwood so much. I'll just name you AI. I'll call you Xiao Ke AI later. I'm so excited when I read it."