After personally carrying Zhaocai to the next room, Fang Qingnuan finally felt relieved when she saw that the little cat was actually a social cow. She performed two movements in coordination with the photographer's praise.
The photographer was dressed like an artist, wearing loose casual clothes, a shirt and a vest. His messy hair was held down by a hat that was worn sideways, and most of his eyebrows were covered. When Fang Qingnuan first came in to say hello, he was adjusting the positions of several cameras. He just nodded and responded casually. In sharp contrast to the enthusiastic attitude when facing the kitten, he looked like an artist.
Another middle-aged lady, who was wearing a suit and a high ponytail and looked very capable, looked at her politely and returned the greeting. Judging from the work badge on her chest, she should be the "pet mentality" in Noah's words. expert”.
"Teachers, I'll trouble you to get rich." She nodded to the two people in the room, and then returned to the next door amidst Noah's call. The meeting was about to begin.
Seeing Fang Qingnuan leave obediently, the two people who seemed busy just now pressed the pause button and suddenly relaxed.
The lady who was closer to the door quietly closed the door, took out a sound isolation device from the folder on the table and opened it. Only then did she dare to tear off the bionic mask on her face, revealing the beautiful face hidden under it.
"Xius!" She flew to the kitten, hugged him into her arms, smoothed his hair and spanked him, and complained about her son's worry while crying, "You didn't even contact mom, ugh. Woohoo, you’re worried to death, you’re such a bad boy.”
Picking up the mask she had casually thrown on the ground, the photographer, whose voice was a bit rough just now, spoke this time, but used his real voice as melodious and melodious as a violin: "Little aunt, you can't throw this thing away. You'll have to go back later." Use it."
He lifted up the obstructive wig bangs and said face to face with Hughes: "Little cousin Hughes, I have finally seen you alive."
"Meow meow meow!" Hughes was a little uncomfortable being choked by his mother, who twisted her body and yelled at him several times, with an impatient look on her face.
"Hey, aunt, what is Hughes talking about?" Amedeo looked confused.
"I...how do I know? I don't have a beast form, so I can't understand what they are saying...speak." Theresia was still crying, completely unaware of what she said, which made her nephew On the verge of collapse.
Amedeo took a few deep breaths, suppressed his emotions that wanted to get angry, and asked her with a fake smile: "So, you have always emphasized that it is better to take you than to take His Majesty, how is it better? Now we can't even communicate There are obstacles.”
"The advantage is that I am Hughes's mother, and I love him the most in the world!" Lifting the kitten in front of Amedeo, Theresia said confidently, and encouraged her younger son to cooperate, "Seus, what do you say? Is it this way?"
"Mi——!" Hughes called out in a long and weak voice, looking at Amedeo with eyes full of sympathy. You said it was not good for you to recruit someone. What did you do to provoke her?
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At 2 o'clock in the afternoon, Amedeo entered the palace with bionic masks that he had collected at a high price from the black market. Time was limited and he only bought two, so he planned to ask King James to dress up as a butler and sneak out of the palace with him.
Theresa didn't want to do it now. She had promised to let her see Hughes first. How could she only take her unreliable husband out!
Always gentle and pleasant, she resorted to her not-so-skilled tea art and pretended to cry in James's arms for a long time, acting coquettishly and asking for the opportunity to be left to herself. King James thought that anyway, with Amedeo and Hughes taking care of everything, it would be fine if his wife was responsible for her beauty and beauty, so there was no big problem, so he agreed and turned down the opportunity to see his son on the grounds that he had to visit the military headquarters in the afternoon. .
It would actually be more convenient to take Theresia out, let her exchange clothes with Mrs. Russell, and leave with Amedeo in her face. Who could have guessed that this was her aunt pretending to be her mother?
However, the information gap made the king think that his youngest son could speak normally, no matter who he was.
It also made Amedeo think that her aunt also understood Hughes' meow language and could communicate with her if he took her there.
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The chicken and the duck talked for a minute. Amedeo's mind was filled with Hughes's "meow" and he didn't understand a word of it. On the other hand, Theresa looked thoughtful and nodded in response from time to time. , seems to really be able to communicate with kittens.
"Aunt, what did he just say?" He couldn't help but be in awe of his little aunt. Has the tacit understanding between mother and son reached such a level?
Theresa nodded in response to Hughes and whispered in his ear: "I don't know, ah... I'm just pretending that I can understand, otherwise Hughes would be so bored."
"..." Amedeo took back his admiration, he shouldn't have had his hopes up.
Calling up his virtual keyboard, he could only use the method he used during the last video call with Hughes to make him tired and take more pictures. "Xius, come on, it seems you can only rely on your own hands to communicate with us." Communicated.”
"I refuse." A childish boy's voice sounded from Xiaomao Zai's mouth. He patted Amedeo's frozen hand in mid-air and said teasingly, "If I hadn't recovered my language ability by chance this morning, this expression would The keyboard will be used as evidence in court that you tortured small animals."
"Aren't you..." Can you speak?
"Ah ah ah, you brat, you actually lied to mom, I'm so angry!!" Before Amedeo could finish his words, Theresia started teasing her son again, hugging him and stroking him wildly.
Life is not easy, the administrator sighed. He was tired of saying the word regret.
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Interstellar's youth Internet protection has been legislated, and there is a strict supervision and detection system for teenagers under the age of 16. Therefore, even though Bobo squats in the sunny live broadcast room whenever he has time, the terminal in his hand is restricted from speaking and giving gifts, and he can only watch helplessly. Watching your beloved anchor interact with other people, you can’t even participate in the lottery.
Leo actually opened an account to help him deliver gifts several times and participated in the lottery. Unfortunately, the housekeeper was good at everything, but he was unlucky and failed to win once.
At noon that day, while he was drooling crazily while he was sharing the sensory experience of attracting wealth in the live broadcast room, Leo brought him good news that made him excited. Qingtian contacted the housekeeper to send all the remaining six pot helmets to He eats it!
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Leo, let me tell you, sister Qingtian still loves me." I have been pampered since I was a child, so what kind of gift have I not seen? But it was these beef pot helmets that accurately touched Bobo's touching point.
Leo couldn't help but sigh, this anchor Qingtian didn't look like a wealthy person. Excluding the possibility of approaching him intentionally with evil intentions, this is most likely... the mutual attraction between foodies.
While happily waiting for lunch at home, Bobo generously promised to give a pot helmet to the butler. Although he is very good at eating, six pot helmets are still a bit reluctant.
Unexpectedly, along with the shipping information came an apology from Qingtian: "I'm sorry, Zhaocai just made trouble and ate two more. This time I can only give Bobo four pot helmets. Special gift Apologize for the ketchup I made earlier. For specific instructions on how to eat it, please refer to this live broadcast [link]."
Leo silently ordered the kitchen to fry potato wedges according to Sunny Day's video. He felt sad for his pot helmet that would most likely be taken back by the young master. What kind of strange breed was that cat called Lucky? How could it be so edible? !
Half an hour later, Bobo, who was biting hard on his fourth pot helmet and half-full, said with determination in his eyes: "Leo, get ready. I'm going to spend this weekend at Sister Qingtian's house!"
I originally wanted to set Hughes’s mother up as a goddess, but I didn’t expect that she would become a psychopath as I wrote it hhh
Bobo is an important character, so he will appear regularly to increase his presence. This time, will Xiao Fang dare to secretly pet the dog again?
