"Also, the giant pandas all look similar, but how can a giant panda have such aura as the one raised by Mr."

The butler nodded in agreement, and turned to inspect the bamboo that had been brought in overnight.

Yun Zhao, who was held in the arms of the young man, covered his eyes, and his little ears drooped weakly.

I was glad that I didn't fall off the horse, and I felt aggrieved that the young man didn't recognize him.

So he threw himself into a ball and threw it into the arms of the young man.

The young man steadily caught the big fluffy dumpling, tilted his eyes slightly, and pretended not to notice the loss of the panda dumpling, and the long crow-colored eyelashes covered the emotions precipitated under his eyes.

The phone rang suddenly, Shen Nianxun glanced at the note, raised his hand and patted Yun Zhao's head, got up and walked to the side.

The above approval documents on the land in the suburbs of Beijing were issued, and the public investment drove the economic circle to extend outward, and the Gu family, as the organizer, also followed the Qin family's style and held a grand dinner in the Beijing circle.

The proportions of the straight and long body are almost perfect, the sharp eyebrows and eyes are condensed with a thin layer of mist, and the corners of the lips are slightly hooked, carelessly:

"It's almost time to close the net."

The voice on the other side suddenly became excited, Shen Nianxun moved his phone away slightly, and noticed the wilted panda dumplings, and the cold snow in his ink eyes dissipated like a spring breeze.

He rubbed his knuckles, perfunctory twice, and hung up the phone decisively.

Raising his feet and walking towards the black and white ball, the shadow cast by leaning over almost enveloped Yun Zhao's entire bear.

Silently, he buried his head in his paws, leaving the young man's back very much like an enlarged version of a triangular rice ball.

His heart softened, Shen Nianxun stretched out his hand, hugged the panda dumplings, and closed his long eyelashes:

"It looks like it's heavier again."

The soft little ears trembled, and the paws covered the little face without saying a word.

The young man chuckled, his chest shook, his fingertips poked Yun Zhao's hairy belly, his low soft voice was slightly hoarse, with a little sexy, and the exhaled breath sprinkled on the top of the panda dumpling's head, itchy, hot:

"If you lose your temper, aren't you willing to accompany me to the dinner?"

The tips of his ears quietly stood up, Shen Nianxun bent his eyes, and his elegant voice lowered:

"I don't know if it's a Hongmen banquet, my parents died, the company changed hands, my leg ......"

Before he finished speaking, a ball suddenly crashed into his arms, and his soft arms clumsily hugged the slender and white neck of the young man, and the light purple cat pupils glowed with water called distress.

The milky and soft voice was like a little paw exposed, scratching lightly and itchyly:

"Whew!"

I'll go!

The handsome and stunning face was forcibly buried in the arms of the panda dumplings and hugged tightly, as if comforting them in this way.

The drooping eyelashes covered the emotions in the young man's eyes, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and his voice seemed to be soaked in helplessness:

"Loosen up, I'm almost out of breath from you."

Yun Zhao slammed his eyes, blinked his wet little eyes, and withdrew his hand.

Shen Nianxun was so cute that his heart was soft, he coughed lowly, and put the panda dumplings on the sofa, his solemn and cold side face was slightly soft, his knuckles were slightly curled, and his rippling eyes were dyed with thin red:

"It's okay if you don't want to go, don't force it for me."

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince seems to be really sad!

Yun Zhao tugged at his ears in annoyance, tilted his head and opened his hands, his little face was tense, and he tried to tiptoe on the young man's handsome face:

"Woooooooooooo

No unpleasant!