The white ragdoll cat scolded: "What nonsense, if it weren't for the presiding over of Fansi, the little master wouldn't be as healthy as he is now, do you want the little master to be the same kind as us?" I'd rather he be a healthy, happy, meat-loving baby. ”

The tiger-headed Norwegian forest cat thought for a moment: "That's just as well. ”

At this moment, in the silent bedroom, the man who was lying on the bed to sleep with his wife suddenly opened his deep eyebrows when he heard the sound of footsteps.

The dangerous cold eyes shot straight towards the person who came over, and found that it was a small meat bun, and his gaze softened again, a pair of deep black eyes, staring at another pair of clear black eyes, "Want to sleep too?" ”

The iceberg little devil nodded coolly.

I don't know if my son is too quiet, not as noisy as usual, Mo Shaozhen, who has never liked his son to grab the bed, stretched out his long arm and carried the iceberg little devil standing at the head of the bed to the bed, and reminded in a low voice: "Close your eyes, sleep, don't make trouble, don't make noise about you." ”

The little devil king of the iceberg was really not noisy or noisy, and was thrown aside by the poop, so he slept quietly on the side.

found that his son was not like usual, after being thrown aside, he would indignantly squeeze between the two and dominate his own woman, Mo Shaozhen was a little unaccustomed.

turned around, looked at the iceberg little demon king who had closed his eyes, and pressed his big palm on his son's forehead, there was indeed no fever.

Feeling the broad palm of the Baba on his forehead, the little demon king of the iceberg opened his sharp eyebrows.

"What's wrong?" Mo Shaozhen asked his son.

The Iceberg Demon King shook his head.

"Don't hide it or leave it unreported."

The little demon king of the iceberg nodded, and shook his head again, as if to say: I heard it, but the deity is not sick.

Mo Shaozhen looked at his son for a long time, and said in a deep voice: "Why don't you like to talk?" ”

The corner of the iceberg little devil's mouth glanced slightly, and the meaning seemed to say: Those stupid mortals die quickly because they talk too much.

The little devil of the iceberg, who lives in the castle all the year round, has no one to chat with and no playmates, has long been accustomed to being alone, how can there be so much nonsense to say, to the wall?

It's stupid to the extreme.

Mo Shaozhen was a little embarrassed in the face of his son who didn't like to talk, so he moved his position, as if rewarding: "Sleep in the middle." ”

The little devil of the iceberg thought about it, then crossed the big mountain of Baba, climbed to the middle of the Baba, faced the sky on his back, put his two little hands on his chest, and slept so well that he had nothing to say.

Mo Shaozhen looked at his son, who was not pestering his wife like an octopus, and once again put his hand on his small forehead.

It seems that he is not sick, but evil.

"Poop?"

"Hmm."

The little devil king of the iceberg looked at the baba sleeping on his left, and then at the Ma Ma sleeping on his right, and closed his eyes with satisfaction: "Take care of Ma Ma." ”

Then, I added in my heart: goodbye.

Hearing his son's voice, Mo Shaozhen was surprised for a second, looked at the child who had closed his eyes and was sleeping, muttered for a moment, stretched out his long arms, and hugged his son and wife in his arms.

This time is an indescribable time of quiet years......

In this way, I took a nap again.

The quiet little baby in his arms suddenly kicked him without sleeping, and he chirped and muttered:

"Whoa, honey lion's hoof...... Whew, the best tiger meat...... Whoa, roast whole lamb...... Don't go, don't go......"

As he spoke, he also made a "hiccup" and burped.