Grandma was hit by it and stepped back a little.
Mu Shinian quickly reached out and hugged her waist.
Grandma burst out laughing and looked at the white haired tiger angrily: "you've grown so fat. You're good to rush over."
Mu Shinian also stared at it.
The white haired tiger curled up its tail innocently.
It's innocent, too.
It just wants a warm hug.
"But seriously, read, you can't give it too much. Look, what's it like?"
Mu Shinian looked at the white haired tiger and resolutely chose to forget it. He opened a can for the white haired tiger in the morning, nodded and quickly got rid of the relationship: "it has nothing to do with me. It's thin shallow who fed it to such a big."
Then she touched the hair on the white haired tiger, and then her expression was a little dull: "grandma, it's not puffy, it's really so fat."
"When I look at it, I think it's very edible. I usually have a big appetite."
"Quite large."
Mu Shinian thought about it and said it in detail: "one meal can eat two cans, three bowls of animal food, and five or six beef sticks."
Although grandma didn't understand what these specifically represented, she could hear mu Shinian say that, and some speechless blinked: "this is too much to let it eat like this."
Maybe it was a shallow pit just now, so mu Shinian suddenly found out her conscience. She coughed and said calmly, "but if it doesn't have enough, it will lose its temper."
Then, he ignored people and always lowered his head, as if they were talking and how stupid they were.
Grandma frowned and underestimated it for a long time: "do you think it's because it has too much hair, so it always feels that it's not fat? That's why it's crazy to eat."
Mu Shinian was stunned and subconsciously looked at the white haired tiger.
The white haired tiger was stunned and got goose bumps all over. It stood on tiptoe and silently retreated one step, another step, another step. Finally, it was close to the corner of the wall and looked at the old and young.
Mu Shinian said, "it seems that it is very possible."
"Wait for Bo Qian to come back. Let Bo Qian ask someone to take it. You can't, you girl..."
Before he finished, mu Shinian had gone.
The white haired tiger wanted to avoid and was stunned by mu Shinian's eyes.
It wants to cry and sit in place without tears, looking at her with tearful eyes.
……
Bo Qian knows that mu Shinian will come to the sanatorium today.
So I didn't call at all. I came directly after I finished my work.
Then, as soon as he knocked on the door, a huge thing suddenly rushed over.
He looked down and the whole man was stupid.
Who can tell it what this... Thing is?
"Ow, ow, ow..."
The white haired tiger hurriedly hopped around him, his face full of accusations.
The thin shallow lip angle was pulled down rigidly, and then he choked out a very speechless sentence: "what's the matter with you?"
The white haired tiger only hates that he doesn't have a mouth, otherwise he must cry and complain.
It's just a tiger. Why encounter this? It's really inhuman!
Thin shallow didn't know what expression to put on his face. He stared at it carefully for a long time. The corners of his lips pulled twice and looked into the house.
Mu Shinian turned his back and slowly looked at the ceiling. It seemed that there was something worth studying there.
It's easy to understand what's going on.
"... did you do it?"
Mu Shinian was silent and asked, "if I said it wasn't me, would you believe it?"