"I'll listen to you for the time being."

The fox turned her head arrogantly, but her eyes kept wandering, sweeping around Gu Zhiyi's body.

It will be the mother of the cub in the future, and she will have to give some face.

At this time, it didn't think about the question of whether it could beat or not, and the strength of being slapped away just now.

“……”

Regardless of this neurotic fox, Gu Zhiwei picked up the fox from the roof of the car and threw it to the innocent Voltai, who was still watching the play, "You take this guy back, don't hang around here." ”

Suddenly caught, the fox who didn't have time to enjoy in the arms of the cub's own mother was ruthlessly thrown.

"If something happens, you two ......" at your own risk.

Before the words fell, the two foxes swallowed their saliva in unison, their eyes blinked, looked at each other and then looked at Gu Zhiwei nodded obediently.

Before leaving, Gu Zhiwei also deliberately stroked the fox's head.

"Aren't you going to take me home?"

As the father of a cub, how can he be separated from his own mother.

The white-haired fox tried to save it again.

Go home?

Gu Zhiwei imagined for a moment the scene where the man in the family broke out after he really brought this fox back...... Well, the gains outweigh the losses, so forget it.

After all, the fox is cool for a while, and it is cool afterwards.

Considering my stomach and all aspects, it is impossible to say anything to take it back.

Of course, if Gu Zhiwei lives alone, it is not impossible to really bring the fox back.

Unconsciously, Gu Zhiwei has gradually turned the house that was originally just her alone into a home for two people.

The weather was slightly cool, and thinking of Lu Zhan, who was still outside and didn't know what he was doing, she suddenly missed him a little.

Think of him, make a good meal.

After Gu Zhiwei left, the two foxes who were left behind glanced at each other, and they both saw their dislike for each other in their eyes.

Voltaire dropped the fox in his arms, and the fox leaped away from him.

It's not good to look at each other.

One is the old fox who poisoned him, and the other is the little bastard who forgets his memories in his eyes.

It's still unpleasant to take another look.

"Hey, what the hell is the poison you're giving me?"

Although Voltaire can move at this time, he can't guarantee that he can still drive under uncontrollable circumstances.

Looking at his beloved new car, it seems that he has to find someone to drag it.

The fox looked over in disgust: "It's just a little paralyzing your nerves." ”

After all, it has known, and it will not really be vicious.

"Then why are these black?!"

Voltai's heart has 10,000 grass and mud horses to say.

Asked this question again, Voltai's eyes looked at him as if he was mentally retarded: "This is dyed by paint, of course black." ”

It's the kind of thing it found that mixes with blood to black, and it's the most fun when it plays with demons.

"Paint?!"

Voltai's heart came out with a second swear word.

"Are you scolding me in your heart?"

Without Gu Zhiwei, the seemingly normal white-haired fox and Voltaie knew what he was thinking at a glance, and the fox's eyes were contemptuous and threatening.

“…… No. ”

Resolutely refused.

The fox didn't mean to ask the end, snorted, still looking at the direction where Zhiwei left, and sighed.

Why is his cub's mother so hard to speak?

Isn't it cute? Why not bring yourself home.

The fox thinks that he may have committed a special situation that a pregnant father has-anxious thoughts.

It sat back on the roof of the car, looked at the sky with melancholy eyes, and didn't know how many times it sighed.