"La meow~(°?°)?"
The moment he heard this voice, it took Fangran only a second to understand the situation.
Looking at Meng Lang's bewildered face because of the sudden appearance of a mysterious creature in front of him, he silently took down the F-233 that was bouncing around on his head with a face full of energy.
"La meow! (≧ω≦*)?"
The ball of F-233 in both hands looks the same as last time in Linfu Street. It is still a ball of soft black meow balls. It is warm when hugged, and it is flapping its big triangular ears. Flicking the cat's tail was like saying hello to himself.
Then Fangran silently put it on the recliner behind him. The black F-233 looked softer on the white recliner. He was looking at Fangran with a face so cute that he could turn into a little girl, and flicked forward. After a moment of puzzlement, Rou Rou shouted:
"La la meow (°?°)?"
"Uh....brother, what, bro, I want to ask, this ball of wool with ears and tail is...."
The corner of Meng Lang's mouth twitched as he looked at Fangran who was not surprised, took the F-233 off his head and put it on the reclining chair with no expression on his face. He was deeply doubting whether what he saw was real and asked.
But when Meng Lang saw that Fangran didn't answer him, he just silently conjured up a stainless steel pot with a blank expression.
It is still the kind of big soup bucket pot dedicated to the kitchen.
Meng Lang: "..."
Uh, bro, what on earth are you going to do when you suddenly get out of the pot
Meng Lang looked at Fangran who couldn't understand what kind of action mode he was in. First he took a deep breath in silence, then slowly grasped the handle, and slowly raised his head... .
Then it explodes in a second! ! !
"(ψ╬д╬)ψ Damn fuck!! You bastard, meow ball, dare to appear in front of the baby!! I must stew you today!!!!"
Some unbearable memories gradually came to mind, Fangran trembled all over, gritted his teeth and roared angrily, then held up a big soup bucket and buckled towards F-233!
bang!
The white recliner and the parasol with the grill lamp were instantly blown away, and in a flurry of dingling palms,
There was only one Fangran holding a soup bucket that had completely blown his hair, and a group of flexible F-233s, rushing out like the classic "Tom and Jerry"!
"Bastard!!! Stop for me!"
Fangran, whose eyes were on fire, roared ferociously with his thick neck, grabbing the soup bucket and smashing it towards the ground!
when! when! when! when! when! when! when!
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