"Why does this Cerebellar Ax look so sad? Does it need a hug from my sister? It seems that it needs it at first glance. I suggest you send it to my home for a good hug."
"I've heard your calculations abroad."
"I heard it from space."
"I heard it on Mars."
Cheng Hao looked very aggrieved while playing with the ball with a frown on his face, and soon attracted the attention of caring people.
"Xiao Ju, don't be so sad. Have fun playing ball. My sister said I'll give you meat to eat later." Sister Hong'er sighed while looking at the live broadcast on her mobile phone.
It’s really a grievance that is visible to the naked eye. No wonder so many people in the live broadcast room started to express maternal love.
"Ouch~Ouch (not happy without meat.)" Cheng Hao, with his head hanging down, roared, pulling at the ball with his paws, with an unhappy look on his face.
The other cerebellar axes don't need to work, he just needs to be happy.
Unless, the keeper lady gives them almost the same amount of food.
Otherwise, the empty promise will make him unmotivated at all.
"Okay, okay, sister, can you go and get some meat for you? Don't look sad all day long." After hearing this, Sister Hong'er said, and asked Sun Xiaoyi to help her look at it, then went to get the meat. .
"The breeder lady really loves him, so she's going to take the meat."
"Yes, yes. Sure enough, it is not unreasonable to be so fat. He is pampered by the breeder girl."
The audience in the live broadcast room listened and couldn't help but discuss.
"Is the breeder sister gone?" Seeing Sister Hong'er leave, Cheng Hao ran towards the purslane again.
With only a few poles left, the purslane seemed to let out a heartbreaking cry under the sunlight: "Don't come over."
But the only one who responded to it was Cheng Hao's ruthless iron mouth.
"quack"
His teeth bit into the branches of the purslane, making a crisp sound.
"Oh my God! This wild vegetable is so pitiful. It gets bitten over and over again."
"Yes, this little cerebellum will come over and eat wild vegetables every chance it gets. This wild vegetable probably wants to scold the tiger."
"Yes, this is the first time I feel that wild vegetables are so pitiful."
Seeing the perseverant Cerebellum ax bite a horse tooth, the audience in the live broadcast room no longer pity Cerebellum ax, but began to pity the horse tooth.
When they were in pity, the last bit of purslane had entered Cheng Hao's stomach, and only one root was left that had not been poisoned.
"Xiao Ju, please stop eating. If you continue to eat, the grass will be eaten away by you."
Sun Xiaoyi, who was taking care of other cerebellar axes, saw this and immediately ran over to lift Cheng Hao up.
Is this bad guy Xiaoju so hungry now? They all started chewing grass.
No wonder he has grown so fat and has become a little chubby.
"I've finished eating, don't worry, I won't nibble any more." Cheng Hao didn't struggle as he was being lifted up, chewing the last bit of purslane leaves in his mouth, and he still knew the story of the exhausted leaves, and he just wanted to do it. I ate it, but I didn’t even think about eating the root down there.
Therefore, the other party can rest assured.
There is definitely turf, and he is very measured in his words.
"I just left for a trip, what bad thing did this little villain do again?" Sister Hong'er, who came back with the meat, asked Cheng Hao when she saw the guy sneaking up.
"This little scoundrel ate all the wild vegetables. If I don't stop him, I guess there won't be any turf left if it's too late." Sun Xiaoyi explained.
"Really? This little glutton is getting more and more lawless." Sister Hong'er sighed after hearing this, put the meat on the ground, and took Cheng Hao from Sun Xiaoyi's hand: "You little bad sister, go get it for you." Food, and you’re causing trouble here?”
"Ouch~Ouch (no)"
Cheng Hao shouted back, with purslane leaves still stuck to the corners of his mouth.
"You little rascal, you still want to lie to your sister."
"Take a look, what is this?" Sister Hong'er pinched the leaf at the corner of Cheng Hao's mouth and said.
"Aw~Aw (grass)"
When Cheng Hao heard this, he replied unwillingly, "Isn't it just a bit of grass?" Is this called making trouble? He is obviously helping to weed the park, okay?
"You still eat grass even if you know it's grass, you little rascal." Sister Hong'er said angrily, took out a piece of meat from the box and stuffed it into Cheng Hao's mouth: "Go and play ball, you will be happy as long as you play ball." Eat meat."
"Ouch~Ouch (ok)"
Cheng Hao chewed the meat while replying. After being put down, he went to play ball honestly. From time to time, he would open his mouth wide at Sister Hong'er. Seeing this, Sister Hong'er could only use tweezers to pick up the meat and put it away. In his mouth.
Looking at this scene, the water friends in the live broadcast room instantly became envious:
"It's such a heartwarming scene. This scene reminds me of the scene when I was playing ball and eating at the same time when I was a kid."
"Yeah, I ate like this when I was a kid."
"Yes, we live in the same world and have the same mother. Everyone has this experience."
"This little fat orange doesn't look aggrieved now. It looks much more comfortable than other little tigers."
"Yeah, the other Cerebellar Axes are so pathetic."
When the others saw it, they couldn't help but nodded in agreement.
Look how leisurely this little chubby orange is now, with people feeding him meat and playing with a ball.
The other little tigers can only starve and smell the smell of meat.
How miserable is it really? How miserable it is.
"Are you happy now, Xiao Ju?" Sister Hong'er looked at Cheng Hao who was playing with the ball and said, "You're not allowed to eat grass anymore, you know? You are a little tiger, so you should do what a tiger should do."
"Ouch~Ouch (ok)"
Cheng Hao nodded while eating the meat. Only a fool would eat grass after eating meat.
"Is that the breeder?" The long-haired man looked here and asked, his eyes carefully looking around from time to time.
"Yes, she is not wrong." The thin man with a pale face nodded: "I have been observing her for a long time, and she is talking to that little tiger."
"And she doesn't speak in a way that doesn't match her words at the beginning, but in a way that can really be understood. She is definitely not an ordinary person."
"Really?" When he heard this, the long-haired man couldn't help but his eyes lit up: "Go and inquire about her live broadcast room. Go back and watch her live broadcast carefully. Are you sure? You are indispensable."
"Okay, thank you, Brother Kun." The man who heard this said happily, and immediately went to inquire about it.
"Brown bear, brown bear, I am a wild wolf. The target has appeared."
"He is currently talking to a short-cut man in his 30s. He is between 1.60 and 65 meters tall, weighs 50 to 60 kilograms, and is wearing black sneakers, cyan jeans, and a beige jacket."
"I like to walk with my waist hunched over, my hands in my pockets and my eyes always staring at the ground." Not far away from the two of them, a girl wearing a peaked cap chewing an apple said softly into the headset.
"Brown bear received it, please pay attention to the new target immediately."
"Wild wolves, please don't leave the pack. The prey is in danger." A rough man's voice came from the headset.
"Got it, wolf." The girl who was chewing the apple replied, and walked towards the fence where the thin man went.
"Ms. Breeder, your tiger park still has a live broadcast? What is the live broadcast number? My daughter likes to watch the tiger cubs. Something didn't work out this time. I want her to watch it on her mobile phone."
"Brother, you can search our name on the platform and you can find it. There is a live broadcast every day from 9:30 am to 3:00 pm."
"Okay, thank you."
The girl who was chewing an apple heard this as soon as she came and immediately pressed the microphone to record the conversation.
"How come this guy is wretched and doesn't look like a good person?" Looking at the man talking to Sister Hong'er, Cheng Hao smelled the smell of a bad guy.
The other party smells like blood, and he doesn't know what he does for a living? But it's definitely not a serious job.
Who is a serious person who doesn’t work on weekends?
