Picked Up A Small Cannon Fodder

The "foreign friend" horn is now picking up the phone and putting it on his belly. Hao thinks that the mud duck is not very honest. After returning home, he is a lot more lively than in the pet shop.

Now it is about to knock down the trumpet, and the trumpet is holding the phone and crying for help, "Mom, help baby!"

The adult quickly came over and hugged the puppy, the horn was released, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

The little baby picked up the phone again, "Brother, what are you doing?"

The teacher was waiting for Feng Hao to finish the phone call and continue to talk to him. Feng Hao didn't talk much. He hung up the phone after hurriedly saying a few words with his brother. The little speaker that hung up the phone was a bit boring.

Hao thought that the mud duck fell asleep after a while, and the little milk dog seemed to be unable to sleep.

Little Horn sat on the sofa and yawned. Feng Tingyun, who had worked all day, found one more family member when he returned home.

He leaned close to the cage and observed it carefully. He never expected his son to bring Erha back. He also didn't expect the dog to come so suddenly, Jiang Fang hadn't come back when he had dinner.

Wei Xue made a phone call and said that he would live in a classmate's house today. Wei Xue was relieved after confirming his safety again and again.

After hanging up the phone, Wei Xue saw that both the young and the young were looking at herself, just like a model carved out of it, which was a bit funny.

"Don't look, Jiang Fang will live in a classmate's house today."

The little horn chewed and pouted, "Go out to play without taking the baby."

Feng Tingyun ignored this little coquettish, he watched his wife ask why he bought a dog for the little baby now.

Speaking of Wei Xue, she was still a little angry. She talked about the pet shop clerk's attitude towards small animals. Feng Tingyun nodded, "No wonder I heard that many pet shops are not qualified to buy and sell pets. The source of their pets. It may not be very formal."

Wei Xue listened thoughtfully, "That little animal is really too pitiful."

"It's okay, I'll let the assistant do it."

Wei Xue heard it in the mist, "What to do?"

"Reporting and reviewing depends on whether they have the qualifications. Now this aspect is quite strict. If they do not have the qualifications, they can be directly seized."

In order to save money, some pet shops ignore the regulations to raise large-scale breeding cats, cats and dogs in cages. The environment is dirty and poor. The bred pets have various genetic diseases, that is, backyard cats and backyard dogs. This can be banned.

Feng Tingyun heard Wei Xue's description of the staff's attitude towards pets and felt that there must be a problem with this store.

He told his assistant to deal with these things, if it was as he guessed, those poor cats and dogs could be rescued.

The puppy ate and slept, and is now whining in the cage.

The door of the cage was open, and this guy was desperately trying to squeeze out from where there was no door, and Xiao Erha's mouth was stuck in the crack.

Feng Tingyun couldn't laugh or cry, "This Erha is quite pure, I hope we don't demolish our house in the future."

Today is Friday, and the little speaker doesn’t need to go to school tomorrow and today doesn’t need to go to bed early.

He was sitting on the sofa watching a cartoon, and Feng Tingyun mentioned that he would take him to see a friend tomorrow.

The little speaker has already taken a shower, and now he is lying on his side and holding his jio with one hand, "Where to go?"

"Go and see your Uncle Lin."

"Your Uncle Lin?" What a strange name.

Feng Tingyun was demoted inexplicably, "It's your Uncle Lin!"

Yes, the little speaker is a little confused, "Isn't that your Uncle Lin?"

Wei Xue came over and gave the two people who were arguing a brainstorm. She sat down and said, "You invite Mr. Lin for dinner?"

"After all, it helped us so much." At first, Feng Tingyun didn't think about asking Lin Changzhan to help. Later, when the old man said that he wanted to invest in the movie, he vaguely moved his mind and asked a professional person to help.

No matter what Little Horn will do in the future, since this is his first play, he still has to be perfect, after all... this is the condition at home.

The result of Director Wang's visit today seemed to be pretty good, and as soon as he finished talking with Lin Changzhan, he reported good news to Feng Tingyun.

It's just that Lin Changzhan is not a philanthropist. Although he sold it to Feng Tingyun as a favor, he still had to do it. The script had to be changed by their company's screenwriter teacher.

The male trumpet trumpet is likely to be cut into a supporting role. After all, it is really going to be a movie. The company is not in the mode of slapstick play like Director Wang. Because it can't afford to hire adult actors, the small actors will play the leading role. The situation of the play is also not allowed to exist.

Therefore, the male number one with the trumpet will become the first child of the male.

There is no objection to this little speaker. What makes him most pleased is that the pay may increase, although it has not been decided yet.

Wei Xue was a little worried, "Aren't we too much fanfare like this?"

Feng Tingyun encouraged him, "It's nothing, you see which one is not doing this or that for children, it is much more than ours. Besides, we are not doing bad things. This is also helping Dao Wang fulfill his dream. Not just for our son."

Wei Xue thought about it, too. The little speaker was watching his parents. Wei Xue hooked his little nose, "Watch your cartoon, silly boy."

Because of Friday's indulgence, the family got up late the next day, but fortunately, today is a day off.

After the little horn woke up, he was still lying on the bed, and Feng Ting rushed in, "It's over, baby, we're going to be late."

Today, I made an appointment with Lin Changzhan to meet at noon, but that road was jammed on weekends.

Wei Xue and Feng Tingyun hurriedly dressed Little Horn, his hair exploded, and then his father took him to brush his teeth blankly.

"What's the matter!" It interrupted the baby's time for contemplation.

Feng Tingyun put the small speaker on the stool, then helped him squeeze the toothpaste, "What are you talking about, brush your teeth, we are all going to be late."

There is half an hour left before the agreed time when the family is cleaned up, so they will definitely be late.

Feng Tingyun called Lin Changzhan, but the other party did not answer.

He made a second call with perseverance. Lin Changzhan, who was on the bed, stumbled over the phone. He worked overtime yesterday to deal with work, and he hasn't woken up yet.

The phone was taken over, Lin Changzhan yawned, "Hello, hello."

"No, what are you doing?" Feng Tingyun heard something wrong, and the other party spoke with a little nasal voice, sounding stunned and not awake.

"Sleep." Lin Changzhan was still a little strange, not just resting on weekends.

Fortunately, Feng Tingyun's family just got in the car and hadn't set off. Otherwise, it was really empty. Feng Tingyun cried and laughed on the phone, "Did you forget that you made an appointment for dinner today!"

Lin Changzhan was taken aback and really forgot!

"I'll go, I forgot when I was busy, then you... are you here now?" Not knowing if it is too late for him to leave, Lin Changzhan lifted the quilt and prepared to change his clothes.

Feng Tingyun smiled, "That's not true. I also got up late. I want to tell you that I'm probably late. Since you haven't left, I can rest assured."

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Lin Changzhan despised him and put the quilt back on him. Lin Changzhan felt that he could sleep for a while, "But since we all get up late, we will be wrong. Don't go to the hotel, come to my house?"

It's okay.

"Go right away and wait for me."

The destination temporarily changed, and the little horn yawned while sitting in the baby chair, "Bab Bab Bab, where are you going."

Feng Tingyun turned his head and glanced at the little baby, "Didn't I tell you yesterday? We are going to see your Uncle Lin."

The little speaker scratched his head, oh, forgot.

After Lin Changzhan hung up the phone, he lay down for a while. About three minutes later, the doorbell of his house rang frantically.

Lin Changzhan was finally willing to get up from the bed. The doorbell rang in a hurry. He was wearing his nightgown and stepping on slippers. He muttered as he walked, "No, you just hung up the phone and you flew over? Why are you so fast? ?"

As soon as the door opened, Lin Changzhan and the people outside the door had big eyes to small eyes. Contrary to what he thought, outside the door was not Feng Tingyun, but his old friend. Also with him was his friend's fiancé, Ann.

Lin Changzhan took a bite of dog food early in the morning.

An An waved at Lin Changzhan, "Hello brother, An An is here to play again!"

Some of his IQ problems are like those of a child, and he still holds his robot dog in his arms.

Lin Changzhan's unreliable friend entrusted his fiancé to him, and before leaving, he even asked, "There is an event today. An'an asks you to take care of it."

After the door was closed, his unreliable friends withdrew, Lin Changzhan and An An stared at them.

When Feng Tingyun's family came, they discovered that there were other guests in Lin Changzhan's house.

Little Horn was still a little twitched when he saw the stranger, and he hid behind his mother.

Lin Changzhan was enthusiastic like a personal trafficker, "Little Horn, don't you remember your uncle? When you were young, your uncle even hugged you."

The little trumpet hid hard behind his mother, while hiding and talking about fear.

Feng Tingyun gave the other party a soft punch, "You can pull it, don't scare my son again."

Lin Changzhan glared, "You go aside and let me play with my elder son."

Lin Changzhan didn't even shave his beard in the morning. He stretched his head to play a trumpet, scaring the little baby to run around the house.

The last head hit the lap of an unfamiliar brother, An An looked at the little boy.

The horn rubbed his head and looked at his brother. He stretched out Chubby's hand and rubbed him, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."

Today, An An and Little Horn accidentally hit their shirts. Both of them are wearing overalls and carrying small school bags. The difference is that An An is carrying his beloved yellow school bag, and the little cow is carrying his beloved little cow.

The two hit it off.

The two little heads got together immediately, and Lin Changzhan smiled as he looked at it, "They do talk a little bit. Okay, we don't have to worry about two people staying with each other."

Everyone was chatting outside, and An An and the small speaker were locked in the bedroom to play.

The little horn looked at his brother's robot dog with greedy eyes, but his arms were empty. He didn't bring any ducks when he came out today. The little baby looked at his brother as if showing off, "Baby also has a dog."

An An put the robot dog on the ground, "It's also...Is it like this?"

"No." The little baby shook his head, "It's a real dog."

An An was a little lost. He glanced at his robot dog. An An didn't have a real dog, his dog was a fake one.

The robot dog was lying on his side impatiently. What kind of look was this? Does it look down on the dog?

The little horn intimately patted his brother's leg, "Don't worry, when the baby dog ​​has a puppy, the baby will give you one."

It's a pity that the little baby doesn't know that his dog is a male dog, so he can't give birth.

An An even stupidly hooked the little baby, "I will give it to you when An'an's dog gives birth to a puppy."

The robot dog looked at the two little fools irritably, "I am a male, I can't give birth!"

The two little idiots expressed their regrets, and the little speaker didn't know what he had learned from the TV. He looked at the mechanical dog in confusion, "Why can't you have a baby?"

"Is there something...unspeakable?"

This also aroused An An's curiosity. The robot dog was turned over, and the two people carefully studied why the robot dog could not give birth.

The two almost turned the robot dog into autism, and they studied for a while and found nothing. The little horn's belly rang twice, and the little horn hasn't eaten anything since the morning. He patted his belly and felt a little hungry.

An An volunteered to stand up, "I'll get you some delicious food."

He has been to Lin Changzhan's house countless times, and he is familiar with it.

An An went to the refrigerator and took out the small cakes, and incidentally took two bottles of drinks.

It's filled in a glass bottle, there is no sign on it, it's red, and An An thinks this is probably strawberry juice.

The harvested An An immediately ran back to find his younger brother. The little speaker's eyes widened, and there were so many delicious foods.

When An An walked over, he accidentally kicked the robot dog into the air. At the end, he looked at the ground with some doubts, "Yes."

The little speaker lay on the ground and observed it carefully, and finally came to a conclusion, "Uncle's house! The ground is uneven!"

The two nodded their heads as if they had happened, and the whole ground was filled with delicious food. An An intimately opened the "Strawberry Juice" for her younger brother. This is the first time the little baby has drunk this strawberry juice.

What they don’t know is that it’s not strawberry juice. It’s a home-brewed wine from a relative of Lin Changzhan’s hometown. The degree is very low, but for two little guys who have never drunk, An An is dizzy. Alright, "Wow, brother, you have become... three curls."

The little horn didn't seem to be much better. He tilted his head and walked diagonally, "Brother, you have also become a lot."

The baby's face was flushing, the robot dog shrank in the corner shivering, An An was still sitting on the ground silly, and the baby walked over.

He grabbed the robot dog's leg with one hand, and the robot dog struggled and yelled, "Let go of Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu does not sell himself."

The drunk baby covered its mouth. The baby pursed his mouth and was a little angry. "Stop talking."

The robot dog fell silent, tears on the face of an electronic screen dog.

Little Horn felt that he was the focus of the audience when he drank it. His chubby hand patted the robot dog, "Sing!"

Just when Lin Changzhan and Feng Tingyun were chatting happily, a sound suddenly came from the room.

The sound of the huge music made the three of them shudder, and the little horn walked out dazedly holding the robot dog, still humming, "So I am four of them, drunken Fudie!"

Others drunk are Fudie, and the little baby can only be regarded as a drunken silkworm chrysalis. His appearance can scare mom and dad.

Lin Changzhan patted his thigh and finished thinking, he pushed open the bedroom door heavily, and sure enough there was one inside.

An An held a small hip flask and said "cheers",

Lin Changzhan only feels that he is a little lack of oxygen, don't cheers, he will die of anger.

Lin Changzhan immediately confiscated the culprit's hip flask, but fortunately, the two men only took a sip, and gave up after tasting something that was not sweet.

An An fell asleep and fell asleep, but the little horn is of the excited type of drinking too much. He seemed to be much more lively than when he first came, and now he is not afraid to see Lin Changzhan.

Lin Changzhan, who was sitting cross-legged on other people's sofa with the small speaker, was dumbfounded when he came out after putting An An to bed.

The Feng family and the couple are taking care of their drunk son, and the trumpet does not let anyone touch him.

Wei Xue smiled bitterly, "This appearance of drinking too much has the same virtue as you."

Feng Tingyun wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, who knew this thing was inherited. Feng Tingyun also deliberately consulted the doctor who used to treat the baby to see if he needed to go to the hospital if he was drunk.

The doctor was silent for a moment, because the baby only took a sip, so he suggested that he should be allowed to sleep for a while.

But the biggest problem now is that baby he doesn't sleep! The little horn is too drunk and is particularly nosy. He strokes his non-existent beard like his grandfather, "Xiao Lin."

Xiao Lin's eyes widened, and he looked at Feng Tingyun in surprise, "Your son... call me?"

Feng Tingyun folded his hands together, "I'm sorry, the child is drinking too much, don't be familiar with him."

"Xiao Lin!" The little baby pursed his mouth and became unhappy.

How could Lin Changzhan care about a drunkard? He only thought it was funny, and he wanted Feng Tingyun to record this scene.

Lin Changzhan was sitting next to the little baby, who probably felt a little dizzy, and put his head on the other's lap, "Xiao Lin."

Lin Changzhan gave the little baby a brain collapse, "Called Uncle."

Little Trumpet hugged his head and looked aggrieved, "Su Su."

The child Tong Yan Wuji said, "Susu, how old are you this year, why are you swollen with no brains at home."

Lin Changzhan received a knowing blow. He looked at Feng Tingyun in grief and angrily, and Feng Tingyun leaned forward and closed with a smile.

Unexpectedly, being urged to marry at home by the parents, and now being urged by the children, Lin Changzhan secretly made up his mind, "Little ancestor, don't care about so much. Will I get married this year, okay?"

The little baby nodded in satisfaction, and then stretched out his arms for his mother to hug him. He couldn't touch anyone just now. Now he has taken the initiative to find someone.

The little baby leaned in his mother's ear and said secretly, "Susu is so big that there is no object, it's really sticky!"

After he finished speaking, he yawned, raised his head and fell asleep, his little snoring loudly.

Several adults looked at each other. They were all prepared for a long-term battle, but it was over? The drunk trumpet blushed like a red apple. He slept peacefully on the sofa, smacking his lips from time to time.

This party was destined to go no longer, Lin Changzhan still had to take care of An An, and Wei Xue could only say goodbye with his sleeping trumpet.

The little horn was still talking in dreams along the way, and Wei Xue couldn't understand what he said, except that when he was approaching the door of the house, the little horn smiled happily. Wei Xue felt that something was wrong, this relieved smile was too unusual, and she fell silent as soon as she touched it.

Little Horn probably found the toilet in his dream.

Take the little drunk back and give him a bath. Little Horn is all white because he was a good boy when he fell asleep and took a bath. After slept in the car, the little speaker finally woke up halfway through the hot shower. He was still confused, his eyelids half-opened.

He looked at that he was lying in the bathtub, the little baby opened his mouth, "Why is the baby here?!"

Isn't he playing at his uncle's house? Did Mom and Dad learn to teleport?

Is he still surprised? Is he still surprised? !

Feng Tingyun couldn't help but gave his son a thumbs up, "Are you going to be broken when you drink?"

The little baby scratched his head and patted the splash angrily. Does Dad say Sen? ! Baby can't understand.

When the little speaker woke up, he couldn't stay in the bathtub anymore, and he was struggling to crawl out.

A small glutinous rice dumpling really couldn't be subdued by Feng Tingyun alone, and the two people fought back and forth to catch the small speaker.

Wei Xue coaxed him softly, "My dear, it will be fine in a while."

The baby slumped to cry, "Baby hurts."

Feng Tingyun was suffocating a smile, and his head hurt when he drank too much, even when he had a hangover.

But the little speaker looked at his father's smile but misunderstood, "Dad hit!"

Wei Xue didn't understand it at first, but the little speaker pointed at her father angrily, "Dad hit the baby."

The little guy was good at blood spraying, and Feng Tingyun waved his hand hurriedly, "I don't have it, it's not me."

The horn rubbed his head, "Yes, that's it."

The baby looked at his father and smiled secretly. The baby's head hurt must be caused by the father. No matter how Feng Tingyun explained, the little baby was still sulking with his father until dinner.

In the evening, the video of grandpa came over, and the little baby complained to grandpa in anger, "Daddy beat the baby today."

"Really? Where did Dad hit the baby?"

The little baby pointed aggrievedly at his head, "My head hurts."

The old man was shocked, how could he hit the child on the head.

Little Horn only remembers that he was playing with his brother at his uncle's house, but he went back home as soon as he woke up. The lost memory can’t be filled. It depends on the little baby’s own imagination. He angrily complained to his grandfather, “The baby is playing at Uncle’s house, and Dad fainted and brought the baby back!”

It's very logical, but it also seems a bit unreasonable.

Feng Tingyun wanted to scream injustice, "Dad, don't listen to his nonsense! It was he who used wine as a drink and drank pieces by himself."

The great feat of the little horn reappeared in his father's mouth, and the little baby was surprised when he heard it, but he did not forget to refute, "It's not a baby!"

Baby doesn't know how to drink.

Knowing that Little Horn would die without admitting it, my father had prepared to silently take out the "precious wild drunken silkworm chrysalis video".

In the picture, the little baby is pulling the terrified robot dog and singing about the drunk Fudie.

The head of the horn is about to grow on the phone, and his eyes are fixed on the child on the screen. Chubby hands! The little speaker stretched out his hand and looked at it. It was from a few.

Short legs! Also send a few!

Little belly! There is no mistake, but a few!

Monkey **** face kid! The little baby went to get his mother's makeup mirror, oooooooooooooooooooooooo!

The little baby cried bitterly when he watched the child drunk and singing in the video. The development of this scene was unexpected. The little horn cried and beat his chest heartily.

Feng Tingyun looked at the little baby worriedly. The little baby cried out of breath. He was ugly crying by the kid on the screen, but that kid was him, and the little baby was distraught, "Is the baby swollen and embarrassing? !"

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: 12 bottles of Gurulu; 10 bottles of Jvfidj; 9 bottles of Gemini Lamb and 8 bottles; 8 bottles of purple ingots; 5 bottles of three gold ingots; Aqing, there is a big knife under the skirt, and a bottle of snowy owl; thank you very much For my support, I will continue to work hard!