Mr. Lu, please keep your animal character

Chapter 339 [It's a bear again] Mr. Lu was moved in vain

Sweeping his eyes, which he had just closed in relief, he opened them again and said in an understatement: "What the hell, why didn't you report when you entered the bedroom without any clothes on?"

She straightened up, and saw Mr. Xiong holding his big suit with distress, waiting for his wife to order him to wear clothes.

Big suits.

Damn, still hug a bunch.

His back seemed to have a barrage of inner monologue exclusive to the male protagonist - Stupid humans dare to deprive poor innocent animals of their freedom to wear clothes.

The inner drama was too long, and I was gnashing my teeth.

He had a bearish expression and was stubborn but did not dare to resist.

In short, all kinds of tangled contradictions on the surface are tacit approval of the oppression of small humans.

"...I didn't bully anyone." Qian Qian muttered softly.

A certain bear looked like he had been bullied by humans.

Depend on.

Sweeping patted his head gently.

My brain hurts.

He's a bear.

Inhuman.

Sweeping the hand behind his head in compromise, he said, "Put it on, wear it."

There was no look of surprise on Mr. Xiong’s face, but the fluffy fur on his body exploded with surprise.

Then he picked up the suit he was holding with one hand, shook it twice, looked at it, and threw it back into the closet. Shaking his hands, he picked out the dark green one that I thought was the ugliest color.

Wearing it on him, it looked like a gray pig wrapped in rotten onions.

Sweeping snorted, feeling a strong urge to choose something to match his suit, but he was too lazy to break away from the evil clutches of his bed.

Watch him wear it.

Mr. Xiong lifted up his clothes and put them on one sleeve gracefully, then moved his hands behind his back to pull up the other sleeve.

However, I stretched my short, thick fingers again and again, and couldn't reach the clothes even after five or six attempts.

"..." Swian Wen put on his glasses and looked over. He saw a small suit on the arm of a grizzly bear.

Mr. Xiong put his arms in front of his body and pulled his clothes forward. The clothes could not even cover the front two-thirds of his belly.

The inverted triangle of the body becomes an upright triangle.

Mr. Xiong realized that...the new clothes had shrunk severely.

It doesn't seem to work when wearing it.

Feeling a little cold, Sweeping pulled up the quilt and covered himself into a triangular rice dumpling, looking at him blankly.

It is estimated that he will change to a looser one.

Mr. Xiong took off his sleeves without hesitation, then turned the suit upside down... and put it on... his feet...

Shock swept through the pupils: "..."

It was even more shocking than seeing Lu Juanjuan kowtow and apologize to the broken table leg.

The sleeves that had been made to measure were awkwardly wrapping the bear's paws one by one, and the clothes were wrapped around the longest side of the triangle.

The swollen belly became flattened due to the squeezing, and Mr. Xiong struggled to pull the suit around his belly with his hands.

The fabric was stretched to the limit, and it seemed that with just one more force, you could hear the sound of it tearing and screaming.

Bears have very acute hearing.

hiss.

His ears twitched slightly, and Mr. Xiong quickly realized that the wrong way to wear it would affect his image.

Mr. Xiong pretended to have a cold and coughed twice, silently changed out of his suit, wrapped himself in a bathrobe and walked out of the bedroom. The new suit thrown in the closet silently raised its sleeves to transform.

Before leaving the house, he looked at Juan Juan with a serious look on his face and reported, "Juan Juan, I have another document to read."

Then he smiled.

Colder.She wrapped herself in the quilt and felt that the atmosphere was even more awkward.

It would be the best choice for him to just get out after saying this without smiling.

Swallowing said "Oh" in a long voice, knowing better than him that there were a bunch of documents he needed to see.

Before he could lie down completely, Mr. Xiong came back from processing "one of his documents". He turned his head and looked at him while doing sit-ups, with a dark green bow hanging around his neck.

"..." Sweeping straightened up slightly, but her body was a little weak. She considered it for a second before lying down directly.

The bear is not a serious bear, and the bow is not a serious bow.

Sweeping his body turned away from him, not wanting to look at the bear.

Bears climbed into human beds.

Gently turn off the lights.

Breathe gently.

But the bed was very crowded, and Sweeping hissed. Knowing that he was so big, he should have gotten a double bed earlier.

Then, the bear turns its back on the human.

The sideways position occupies a small area of ​​the bed, and the bed suddenly becomes empty, and the stuffy air blocking the chest is relieved.

My mood felt better, and my head began to feel dizzy as I leaned against the pillow. My body felt a little warm, and the bear's back was pressed against my own, making it hot and dry.

It must be a fever, very hot.He swept up the quilt and threw it on the bear behind him, greedily feeling the comfortable coolness in the air.

"... Juan Juan?" Mr. Xiong paused, then turned around and piled all the quilts on Juan Juan, and said softly: "I'm not cold."

Sweeping through the weak, half-opened eyes were a pair of white eyes full of sleepiness and contempt.

"...Oh," Swian suddenly felt that the crowd behind him was even more crowded. The reason was that there were four words as big as him - tears of gratitude.

Doesn't she know that he has all kinds of hair?

"...But I don't have anywhere to throw the quilt when I'm hot." Sweeping said, "I'm a little hot now."

"..." Mr. Xiong silently pulled the quilt over himself little by little, "Hmm."

Bai was moved.

Lu Shengjing felt a little hot, but he still couldn't hold it back and didn't take off the quilt.

Half of her body was not covered by the quilt. She was in a drowsy sleep and her body felt a little cold. She stretched out her hand to tug on the quilt...it couldn't be pulled.

"Hiss." Sweeping forcefully exerted some force. According to the usual strength, the entire quilt should have actively run over to cover her cold little human body.

After pulling the quilt twice, he lost strength. He knocked his head back lightly, sniffed and said, "Shengjing, let go of the quilt, I'm going to catch a cold."

For Mr. Bear’s comfort, the indoor air temperature is set low.

Mr. Xiong silently pressed his arms against the quilt piled on his body.

Swallowing was discouraged, and he helplessly amplified his voice: "...I said please."

In his current state of sleep, he doesn't do this.

Sweeping the bear thought that he couldn't be immoral enough to wake up the bear. It would be immoral to disturb someone's dream.

"Ah, ah, ah," he called out a few times in a silent voice, then turned over with a shy face, climbed onto the bear's back, and squeezed into the lower half of the quilt.

He slept warmly, being swept against each other.

"Shengjing," the sweeping face touched the pattern of the bow on his back. He raised his hand and pulled the quilt but it still couldn't be pulled. There was a clear expanse of coldness on his back.

She tried to sink herself into the warm fluff, but couldn't.The phrase "Have a sweet dream" in my heart turned into: "You'd better have a sweet dream for me."

There was no strength in his body, and he was too lazy to turn over other quilts and blankets, or even move any organ except his mouth.

"Also, Lu Shengjing, you'd better not roll over and crush your fragile little human body. Otherwise, your wife will not sleep next to your bed, but under your bed..." She muttered and fell into sleep. among.

Sweeping her head on his back, she thought that she would not even be able to survive the hell before running back to chat with him, and on time at twelve o'clock at midnight.

Mr. Lu, nightmare.

Swept by bad thoughts.

(End of this chapter)