Mr. Lu, please keep your animal character

Chapter 317 [Kangaroo] Unilaterally feels that nothing happened
"I threw the garbage away. I forgot to pick it up when it was thrown away," he said softly. "Lu Juan was rolled up in the pouch."

Sweeping his eyes at him as if he was not allowed to litter, he asked, "Why, now you have brought back the husky that you had relegated to the cold palace as your treasure?"

Lu Shengjing said "Yeah": "I treat it as a treasure occasionally, it can add some fun to my daily life at home."

The sweeping eyes moved from his face to his arms. The clothes were tighter, and the muscles seemed to have swelled a lot. "Mr. Lu, please practice less, otherwise the clothes won't be able to fit your arms."

"I'm building muscle," he said, "honey."

Lu Shengjing looked at the stupid fitness novice in front of him with gentle relief in his eyes.

Swallowing was stunned for a moment: "... Where is Lu Juan Juan? Give it back to me."

Regardless of his plan, Sweeping saw one of his pockets bulging, and his face instantly darkened, "Don't put it in your pocket, it will make it hard to breathe."

Lu Shengjing opened the bag nonchalantly and showed it to her. It contained a bag of air, "They say it's in the pouch and it's safe."

"..." Pouch?

"You're a...male, what kind of pouch do you have?" Xi Juan raised his face, inspecting his clothes inch by inch, seeing the apron strap around his neck, his face became more gloomy, he might as well wrap Lu Juan in him In the pocket, it can still swallow a few mouthfuls of air.

"It'll make it stuffy." Fan Qian raised his hand to pull the zipper of his clothes. As soon as the zipper was opened, he saw the bulging pocket in front of him. Lu Juan Juan was curled up in the pocket, motionless.

It hadn't been long before Lu Juan Juan had been so obedient, and a flash of white went through Qian Quan's mind.

"Hey, I'm not even angry anymore." She took Lu Juan Juan out irritably.The puppy was limp and still purring and panting.

It was as warm as a hand warmer, and the cold fingers were quickly warmed by its body temperature.

Lu Juan Juan twitched his front paws twice, then calmed down and continued to snore.

Sweeping the puppy in his arms, he squeezed its arm and it felt a lot thicker. It must have been built up by its father.

"It's steaming. Let's see what scares you." Lu Shengjing ruffled her hair jokingly and shaved the tip of her red nose. "I just put it to sleep, and it pressed against me." Sleep, I can hear it snoring, nothing will happen to it.”

Sweep glanced at him: "By the time you can't hear it, it's too late, its life is not as hard as yours."

Nothing could happen to this little scourge. She lowered her head in distress and kissed the sleeping puppy's head, "It's not as hard as me."

When Lu Juanjuan was touched, he suddenly felt cold. He huffed and curled up into a ball. He couldn't get any warmer. Jin Gui's puppy young master groaned aggrievedly.

"..." He generously opened the pocket on his apron, "Do you want to put it in?"

Sweeping his lips together, he gently put the dog back into his gentle home. The edges of the pocket were opened, leaving enough space for him to breathe smoothly.

She reminded: "Don't zip up your clothes."

"Maybe the kitchen oil will burn Lu Juanjuan's delicate face."

Swian raised his eyelids and looked at him: "Won't you pay attention to yourself?"

"...Tsk, that's right." Lu Shengjing took off his apron and put Lu Juan Juan and the apron together in the corner of the sofa.

"It's only been a few seconds," Swian swept over, "You threw away your precious son again?"

Lu Shengjing politely raised a finger and said, "It doesn't count."

Then he bent down, dug out Lu Juanjuan's head and placed it outside the apron.

"You threw away your pouch." Sweeping pointed at his open lapel without hesitation, his tone was to remind him that he had thrown away something of his own.

Lu Shengjing took a long look. The outline of muscles at the edge of the visible range looked okay. He explained slowly while lowering his head to fiddle with the delicate zipper: "Madam, technology changes life. Human inventions are to solve problems in life. Trouble, like allowing a kangaroo to occasionally take the stress off his adopted son.”

With long nails and short fingers, the muscular Mr. Kangaroo has to raise his childish orchid fingers so that he can hold the zipper firmly.

The zipper, which was smaller than a fingernail, could not be closed no matter how precise it was. Mr. Kangaroo hissed irritably, frowning and struggling with the small zipper.

Sweeping his hand, he reached out and pried off his claws, fastened the zipper, pulled it up a bit, and then asked, "I can't close the zipper. How did you put it on before?"

The zipper has been zipped up a finger's length. Mr. Kangaroo's orchid fingers smoothly held the zipper and pulled it up. "When I put it on, the zipper was not fully opened, so I wore it as a pullover."

Swallowing paused for a moment and glanced at the hand holding his zipper. She didn't recognize it.

She unilaterally said "oh" as if nothing had happened, then shrugged and said, "I'm hungry."

"You can eat right away." Mr. Kangaroo said, "It's just a side dish of cold fungus for my fat-reducing meal."

Sweeping his heart suddenly felt guilty for two seconds, then he raised his head to face him and reminded him: "Sheng... common sense in life, you need to soak the dried fungus."

"...Isn't there fresh fungus for sale?" Lu Shengjing gave him a questioning look, "Is it the kind that can be eaten directly?"

Sweeping the question was dumbfounded by his question, but he quickly got up and said, "No, Mr. Lu is not close to the world and has never been to a vegetable market. Of course he doesn't know this kind of common sense."

She cursed in her mind, she didn't know this kind of common sense.

Lu Shengjing's eyes flashed slightly, then he said "hmm" and said, "Wash your hands and eat."

Sweeping his hands up and looking at his own palms, he murmured to himself, "My hands are very clean, and I haven't done anything bad."

He gently patted her hand down and said, "Literally, there is dust, bacteria, and dog hair on it."

"I heard," Swian Yang raised his face in surprise, "You said Lu Juan Juan was dirty."

Lift your face?
She blinked in surprise, then stood on tiptoe, comparing their heights with her eyes.

Mr. Kangaroo raised his hand to cover the back of her head, gently pushed her heels back to the ground, and gave a gentle reminder: "Stand still, you will fall."

Sweeping his eyes raised, he said, "I'm not a child."

He laughed: "Wrestling is not a child's privilege."

She clearly felt the pressure on her head increase, and then she was pushed back silently and threateningly.

"Are you going to push me?"

Lu Shengjing put down his hands, "I didn't."

He walked towards the kitchen and passed by the bouquet of gorgeous blue flowers in the living room. He picked one and put it into his mouth. He chewed it naturally and moved forward, like a mouthful of snacks.

She hissed: "You ate my flower again!"

Mr. Kangaroo belatedly looked at the flower he had taken a bite out of and said, "Sorry, I will return it to you at the end of the month."

She didn't feel sorry for the beautiful flower, but she was worried that his stomach wouldn't be able to bear it if he ate randomly.

She began to imitate his tone and educate him: "There are dust, bacteria, and dog hair on the petals. I'm talking about Lu Juanjuan not taking a bath for three days."

(End of this chapter)