Wen Mingyu looked at the furry on his leg with a confused expression.

Why did it suddenly change?

Is it so sour? Was stimulated to deform?

Wen Mingyu's thoughts twitched unconsciously, and he quickly pulled it back, holding up the young rabbit, which was not the size of his palm, if it could be called a rabbit.

Black round eyes, pink nose, snow-white fluffy hair, like clouds, with claws and short legs shrunk, at a glance, the drooping rabbit ears are also integrated with the face, it is completely A hairball.

It's just that this furball has a pair of small and cute dragon horns on the top of its head.

Wen Mingyu was confused and couldn't help looking at Mu Zhan and asked, "What is this? Rabbit? Dragon? Dragon Rabbit?"

Mu Zhan had never seen such an animal before, so he could only shake his head. Seriously, Wen Mingyu knows more about ABO than he does.

But Wen Mingyu, who is relatively knowledgeable here, is not clear. In this day and age, there is no way to check on the star network and ask for help. A dragon A and a rabbit O give birth to a rabbit with long horns. Is this normal?

Moreover, I am afraid that if you ask, netizens will not be able to answer anything. After all, they have never seen a dragon at all, and no one can give a reference from their own experience. Maybe the doctor also wants to do research.

The two fathers couldn't figure it out, so they just didn't want to. After all, the most important thing is that the little dumplings are healthy and healthy.

Wen Mingyu's attention also quickly fell on the fur ball in his hand. It was soft and warm, and it felt amazingly good in the hand. It was better than the pet he had ever tried before. , is almost stuck in the cloud and can't get out.

It was also the first time that Little Chili became like this. He was very ignorant and dazed. He stared blankly at his hands turning into fluffy claws. Unaccustomed to the taste, she couldn't help sticking out her tongue, pooh pooh twice, and took out her paws again.

Wen Mingyu couldn't help laughing, and took Jinpa to help her dry her wet claws.

At the same time, he couldn't hold back, and pinched the snow-white fur ball again.

"Hey~"

Wen Mingyu froze for a moment, thinking that she was using too much strength and pinching the little pepper hurts.

After a closer look, he found that the little chili was spread out into a white soft cake in his palm, and both eyes were squinted. Obviously, he was very comfortable and liked by Rua Mao Mao, and it almost turned into water.

Such a cute little dumpling, I really can't put it down.

Wen Mingyu squeezed twice, wanting to say to hand the little pepper to Mu Zhan, but when he looked up at Mu Zhan's smile, he felt guilty, as if just now, he was playing with his little cub like a toy for a while?

Fortunately, Mu Zhan didn't say anything, just stretched out his hand to hold the little hairball's butt and put it in the palm of his hand, because just when he heard Mingmingyu's eyes shining, he was a little curious about how good his hands felt, so he just rua two. I finally came to the conclusion that it was good, but obviously Wen Mingyu's lop-eared rabbit form felt better.

He also said it directly, Wen Mingyu didn't believe it when he heard it, the hairy feel of the little pepper was so good that it exploded, can there be anything better? If it was true, he would envy Mu Zhan very much. After all, he couldn't rua himself, damn it.

Although Wen Mingyu didn't say it, Mu Zhan could vaguely guess what he was thinking, and a speechless expression appeared on his face. He also said that Wei Chen's brain circuit is different from ordinary people, to be honest, he is not bad.

While the two fathers were talking, Xiao Nian Cake secretly stretched out a sinful little hand towards Suan Guo, eager to try it, as if his sister had tasted it, which made him also curious and insisted on taking a bite.

But this time, Mu Zhan stopped him in time and pushed the sour fruit away so that his short hand could not reach.

The little sticky cake can only lie on the table with both hands, constantly grasping and grasping with his fingers, all over his body trying to express what he wants.

But something so sour is very irritating to the stomach, and the small dumplings are just teething, so of course they can't be eaten. Small chili peppers are eaten when people are not paying attention, and you can't eat both. Adults cannot fall on the same pit twice.

Mu Zhan, who was just thinking about it, took care of one side, but ignored the other for a while.

Wen Mingyu opened her mouth to remind, but as a result, Little Chili turned into a chubby hairball, and she was also a flexible fat cub. He naughtyly broke away from the control of his father, turned over and rolled, and threw himself at the pumpkin bowl on the table. In the past, it was like diving with extreme precision, falling into the bowl of eagerness and swimming in the sea of ​​pumpkin puree.

Travelling is a bit exaggerated, but she is so small that she is just the size of a pumpkin bowl, and it was put in it. Those who didn't know it thought that a cute little hair ball could grow out of the bowl.

She jumped happily, and the other two were miserable. They were splashed with pumpkin mud. Mu Zhan was better when he was taller, and Xiao Nian Cake was the first to bear the brunt. Several pieces were smeared on his face, and his face was dumbfounded.

Why is it always him who gets hurt? The last time I was eaten by hands, this time I was splashed with pumpkin puree, this sister can't have it!

It is also a small sticky cake. If it is bigger, maybe there will be such mental activities, and it will be very hard.

Wen Mingyu couldn't help laughing, and handed the jinpa to Mu Zhan, who was rarely stunned, and brought the little sticky cake over to help him wipe his face.

On the table, the little chili, who was left unattended for a while, was broken. He hummed and ate the small half bowl of pumpkin puree, licked and licked it, and then spread it in the bowl with satisfaction, squinting his eyes, revealing the white soft belly.

Wen Mingyu looked at it at a glance, as if there was a big dumpling in a bowl, and it would chirp when pinched.

Wen Mingyu helped the little sticky cake to wipe her face, especially near the eyes, being extra careful and gentle. After cleaning the last bit of pumpkin puree, look at the little sticky cake in her arms, and then look at the bowl... tangyuan .

He felt that it was really necessary to educate Little Pepper, it was so naughty that he had to spank twice.

So, Wen Mingyu reached out, pulled the small bowl over, put it in front of him, and just wanted to say something.

But Little Pepper was one step ahead of him.

She turned over, laying on the side of the bowl with both claws and claws, stuck her head out, and suddenly kissed his hand, and made a popping sound.

Wen Mingyu: "...?"

This little guy is too knowledgeable. He was caught off guard by being kissed like this. How can he say it when it comes to education?

Wen Mingyu immediately stopped. Mu Zhan smiled.

The little sticky cake in his arms stretched out his hand to grab the dumplings in the bowl. The small hairball is not as big as the palm of an adult's hand, but in the case of the small sticky cake, it takes two hands to barely grasp it, and the hairy is stained with pumpkin puree, which is sticky and difficult to hold.

Wen Mingyu saw it, afraid that he couldn't hold his sister and fell, so he quickly stretched out his hand and put it under his pocket, pressed against the back of his tender little hand, and held the little hair ball with him.

Xiao Nian Cake seemed to be curious about her sister who had changed her appearance. He touched Mao Mao and pinched it again. Hearing Ruan Nuo's chirp, his eyes suddenly turned into small crescents and he giggled.

Apparently, he also likes his sister who has turned into a furball.

It's just...

Wen Mingyu laughed when he saw him holding the plush and pinching it.

Looking at this love is more like discovering a new toy.

Wen Mingyu was a little helpless, but Little Chili lay lazily, and seemed to be pinched comfortably by Rua, and she didn't resist at all.

But Wen Mingyu looked at the pumpkin puree on the hands of the little sticky cake and the dumplings, and felt an inexplicable sense of guilt for playing with food.

He coughed, "Little sticky cake, don't pinch...Sister, go wash your hands first."

At first glance, Mu Zhan, who seemed to be sitting next to watching the play from the beginning, couldn't help being a little annoyed and wanted to beat the dog. .

"Look, take care of them."

"Don't take care of them." Mu Zhan shook his head, pointed to the front of his clothes stained with pumpkin mud, and said, "You were still laughing at me just now."

Wen Mingyu refuted for a second, but as soon as she said no, she remembered the embarrassment of Mu Zhan just now, and couldn't help but burst into laughter. In the past, Mu Zhan was always expressionless or black-faced and violent. No matter what he did, he had a royal and noble temperament, full of momentum, but after taking care of the two little dumplings, his expression cracked again and again, and his noble image collapsed. It was a bit of firework, and at the same time people couldn't help laughing, they also felt that it was very good.

There are many rich emotions on Mu Zhan's face, and it looks more real. It is not the identity symbol of a violent monarch, but Mu Zhan who can laugh, helpless and sad, and is particularly likable.

Wen Mingyu curled the corners of her lips, smiled, and suddenly said, "You are really nice."

Mu Zhan was a little surprised. I don't know why he said that, but he liked it no matter how he heard it.

"It won't be to praise me just to leave things to me to do." Mu Zhan was in a good mood and laughed and teased.

Wen Mingyu also nodded deliberately, and simply said, "Yeah, you found out."

Mu Zhan said, "Then if you praise a few more words, I will definitely agree."

Wen Mingyu blew a rainbow fart . , one after another, the compliments jumped out, with a face like a crown jade, a bright star, a majestic aura, a zhilan jade tree, an outstanding one, outstanding... as if everything was good and wanted to press on him.

The little sticky cake pinched the hair ball, and the hair ball made a chirping sound, adding a background sound to Wen Mingyu's melodious rainbow fart.

In the end, Wen Mingyu and Mu Zhan couldn't hold back, looked at each other, and laughed.

Little Sticky Cake and Little Chili looked at the two daddy and didn't understand why they laughed, but when they saw them laughing, it was as if they were infected with that happy emotion, and they also laughed along with them.

The dragon-rabbit form of Little Pepper didn't last long. When Wen Mingyu and Mu Zhan carried her and Little Sticky Cake to wash their hands, she suddenly changed back.

Fortunately, Wen Mingyu and Mu Zhan were both concerned, and they were mentally prepared that she might change at any time, and immediately reached out to hold them as soon as they saw it. The two hands folded together unconsciously, completely unaffected by the sudden weight change.

Then, he took the little pepper dipped in pumpkin puree to the bathtub and took a bath.

Since the two milk dumplings have deciduous teeth, they have been biting on all kinds of things unconsciously, and they like to put everything they see in their mouths, and the ears of their favorite tiger puppets are also stained with sparkling saliva.

Not only dolls, quilts, cloth balls, crib rails, even their siblings bite each other.

During this period, of course, it is best to prepare molar sticks for them.

These puppets are inevitably a little dirty, and they are worried that they will be uncomfortable when they are put in their mouths. Therefore, I asked the imperial kitchen to make edible molar sticks, hard-tasting cake sticks, rich in milk, and served. At that time, Wen Mingyu couldn't hold back, took one and ate it with relish.

The little sticky cake and the little pepper hugged the milk stick with both hands, and they sucked and chewed for a long time before they could barely grind a little bit to eat, but they were very happy to eat, and they didn't bother their toys anymore. When dealing with the milk stick in hand, the saliva flowed down, making the molar sticks shiny and shiny.

With that look, Wen Mingyu and Mu Zhan couldn't help staring.

The milky cheeks bulged, the mouth pouted, turned over holding the milk stick, and kicked the short legs against the air twice, as if it was easier to exert force, unconsciously, just in the baby After rolling around on the bed, sometimes the two dumplings would bump into each other, maybe their heads were touching, or they might be kicking each other's shoulders with their fat feet, and when the little pepper almost gnawed on the little sticky feet of the little sticky cake , Wen Mingyu smiled and stepped forward and moved them away.

For more than half a year, the two little dumplings have been able to recognize their father and father, and have a different kind of close dependence on them. They are familiar with their breath, and at the same time, they have become more clingy.

In the past, when I was full and slept, I cried when I felt uncomfortable, and the palace servants could be coaxed by breastfeeding, changing diapers, or using toys to divert their attention. But now, the two little dumplings have become smarter. People will cry.

It is very difficult for the palace servants to take two little masters.

The two little dumplings look alike, white and tender and cute, their fleshy little hands are clutching the railings, their faces are full of tears, and their little faces are flushed, like abandoned animals, pitiful, and their hearts are softened into a pool. water.

The palace servants wanted to pick them up and coax them, but when the little dumpling saw that it was not the father and father, he hugged the railing tightly and held on, whimpering and continued to cry, not holding them, as long as they were father.

The palace servants were afraid that they would cry so badly that they would not be able to breathe, so they had no choice but to bring the clothes of the sage and the queen and put them in the crib.

The little sticky cake and the little pepper smelled the familiar scent, and they were really attracted to their attention. With tears on his face, he fell asleep.

So, when Wen Mingyu and Mu Zhan came back after finishing their work, they saw this scene in the crib, and their hearts softened.

I don't know if I felt something, Xiao Nianpao's eyelashes moved slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes to find his father and father standing outside the bed.

He blinked his eyes twice and woke up. He supported the clothes pocket under him with his little hands, and his little arms were shaking. He finally got himself to sit up, and then quickly opened his hands to Wen Mingyu, wanting to hug him.

Wen Mingyu bent down naturally and took the person into her arms. The little sticky cake was instantly happy and satisfied, and rubbed his father's face attachedly.

At this time, Chili also woke up, turned over and sat up unwillingly, humming, hugging the railing of the crib, squeezing his face into the gap of the railing, his flesh puckered, and his little hands stretched out to scratch, obviously Also want to hug.

Mu Zhan was amused by her silly appearance, hooked her little hand and shook it, Little Pepper snorted twice, expressing dissatisfaction, as if to say that this is not what he wants, the father is too stupid.

In the end, both small groups were picked up. Although there were still trembling tears on their eyelashes, because of the presence of their father and father at this time, they all smiled and rolled their eyes, very satisfied and happy.

The two little dumplings were born in winter, and when they were eight months old, it was naturally midsummer, and the weather was hot and boring.

Not only adults can't stand the heat, but children can't stand it either, and they are even more prone to sweating.

The little dumpling was hot, and couldn't help but rolled around in the crib, like a rolling dumpling, soft, hit the railing, and groaned.

Wen Mingyu replaced the soft mattress they slept on with a soft mat, which was not as cool as a bamboo mat, but it was silky to the touch and would not be so hard that it rubbed against the tender skin.

When the dog days are too hot, the little sticky cakes and the little peppers are moved to the Hanliang Hall to sleep and play during the day. Because the inside of the hall is cool and pleasant, just like a modern air-conditioned room, even because the children are weak, they will wear thin long-sleeved shirts to prevent them from catching a cold.

After the hottest hours of the day, I returned to the side hall of Taiji Temple.

When Wen Mingyu and the others came back, they saw two little cubs sitting in the crib, soft like dough, sitting and playing, grabbing the puppet and shaking and patting, and biting. Sometimes I ate so intently that my father didn't even notice it when he came.

Wen Mingyu reached out and snatched the toys from their hands.

Xiao Chili's mouth shrunk, her round eyes widened, her bun face puffed up, she was about to get angry, but when she looked up, she found that it was the daddy she liked, and she immediately bent the corner of her mouth and laughed.

At a young age, he has already mastered the face-changing skills.

The same way of stealing the toy, the palace and Wen Mingyu and Mu Zhan were treated completely differently. If it was a palace servant, Xiao Chili would definitely cry, take the toy back, hold it tightly in his arms, turn around and turn his back to the person, expressing my dissatisfaction all over, I don't like you, you is the bad guy.

That's right, the little pepper and the little sticky cake have also learned to double standard.

In the scorching summer, the two little dumplings wore half-arm hakama, like short-sleeved shorts from the future, loose and comfortable, and very cool. Of course adults can't dress like this and it would be considered indecent, but children are innocent and are not subject to these requirements.

When wearing half-armed hakama, their white and tender arms and short legs are exposed, like a chubby lotus root, smudged with powder, which is extraordinarily cute.

When Wen Mingyu picked it up, she couldn't help holding her little foot and shaking it twice, and both Little Pepper and Little Sticky Cake giggled.

Laughing and laughing, Little Pepper turned into a happy little ball of fur, and rolled twice in Wen Mingyu's palm.