The popped cake was sticky and greasy on his fingers. Mu Chongyan stood up and walked out of the living room with a confused expression. Bai Rong was taken aback for a moment, and he quickly stepped up his short legs and followed behind. It looks like a stuffed shark that can run upright.
"Wait, wait for me..." Mu Chongyan took one step closer to him, Bai Rong was out of breath.
Mu Chongyan's footsteps stopped for a while, and he turned to look at Little Xing Chong, whose cheeks were flushed, "Can you talk?"
"I..." Bai Rong blinked, not knowing how to explain, he simply learned Kuku: "Hehehe."
Seeing Xiao Xing Chong's ingratiating smirk, Mu Chongyan moved the corners of his mouth, went to the bathroom to clean his fingers, then picked up the stuffed dried shark that had been bouncing around his feet, and took them to the dining table.
Bai Rong sat beside the plate, looking at the millet porridge and fried dumplings in front of him, the saliva in his throat gushed and swallowed, but he still said, "I haven't..." Suddenly forgetting to brush his teeth, Bai Rong got stuck and tilted his head seriously. After thinking about it, he said, "...I haven't sprouted yet."
Mu Chongyan put down the fork in his hand and looked down at the little star pet who often had poor contact with the language line, "You will never germinate."
Bai Rong hurriedly shook his head: "No no no, I love cleanliness very much, and buds sprout twice a day."
"..." After lingering for more than ten seconds, he finally understood the germination in Xiao Xing Chong's mouth. Mu Chongyan pinched Xiao Xing Chong's shark head and put it in the crystal glass box, "Go brush."
Bairong, who felt that he had taken a hang glider for free: "… "
Did he say the wrong word before...
After brushing his teeth and washing his face, Bai Rong didn't even have time to change his pajamas, so he ran out of the crystal glass box and hurriedly ran to the man in the living room.
When he saw the dried shark running towards this side, Mu Chongyan put down the bowl and walked a few steps into the living room. He picked up the little star pet who had been running very hard, and brought it back to the table.
"Thank you." Bai Rong thanked obediently, and by the way, he snuck several hands of Mu Chongyan's hands.
Mu Chongyan sat down and drank a mouthful of millet porridge without any reaction. After a full three seconds, a sentence floated from the corner of his lips: "No thanks."
Bai Rong was eating happily. He looked up at the man who was dyed softly by the morning light, and smiled, "What's your name?"
Mu Chongyan chewed the dumplings in his mouth, looked down at the little star pet with curly brows, suddenly felt that the way of communication between the two seemed a bit strange, but it was inexplicably comfortable, he took a bowl and drank a mouthful of millet porridge , said somewhat stiffly, "Mu Chongyan."
"Mu Chongyan." Bai Rong whispered, a small pear vortex appeared on his right cheek, "It sounds good."
Mu Chongyan didn't answer, and didn't say a word until he was about to finish eating, "Your name sounds nice too."
"My name?" Bai Rong's eyes widened in surprise, he didn't seem to tell Mu Chongyan what his name was? !
"Well..." Mu Chongyan looked at Bai Rong expressionlessly, his eyes faintly showing seriousness, "Your real name is Hongyan Big Crayfish, your nickname is..." Mu Chongyan showed a strange restraint on his face, "It's called Little Sweet Cake."
The fried dumpling skin under Bairong's fork flew out, "Who said my name is Big Crayfish Sweet Cake?!"
Mu Chongyan frowned, "Why..."
"I don't call this name, it's too ugly." Not seeing Mu Chongyan's face getting darker and darker, Bai Rong said with disgust, "What the hell is the name of the red-flamed crayfish... The wife is ugly, and the sweet cake is also very good. Shame, my name is Bairong, the white of the birch, the banyan of the banyan tree."
Mu Chongyan paused for a while before suppressing the air-conditioning that was about to explode: "Bai Rong? Your researcher gave it to you?"
"This..." Suddenly remembering that he was still playing the role of a robot, Bai Rong instantly felt like a quail, "No, no, I made it myself, doesn't it sound good?"
"It's alright." Mu Chongyan took the last sip of soup, "but your name has been finished, and you have already registered it on the star pet network."
"Login, register?"
"The big name is Hongyan Big Crayfish, and the little name is Little Sweet Cake."
"What is the red-flamed crayfish..." The grief and anger flowing out of Bai Rong's eyes was mixed with a bit of unrequited love.
"..." Mu Chongyan paused and said in a low voice, "A kind of shrimp."
"Shrimp?" Bai Rong pointed angrily at his mighty shark head, "It's not enough for the little shrimp that sharks stick between their teeth?!"
"No." After eating the last bite of the fried dumplings, Mu Chongyan clicked on his brain to search for the red-flamed crayfish, and projected a red crayfish that was over a meter long and looked extremely ferocious in the air.
Bai Rong exclaimed, his mouth open enough to squeeze three sesame seeds, "What kind of shrimp is this, it's so domineering and mighty!"
"This is the red-flamed crayfish."
"Good name!" Bai Rong stood up in a hurry, Bai Nen's little face flushed with excitement, "This name suits my temperament very well! I like it!"
Mu Chongyan glanced at the tender and soft little star pet who was pointing at the picture with his small arms outstretched: "Well... it suits your temperament very well."
Bai Rong smiled and showed two little tiger teeth, "Hehe, you really think so too."
Mu Chongyan clenched his right fist and touched the corner of his lips, "Eat quickly."
"Oh." Bai Rong happily sat down again, picked up a small bowl and drank the soup.
Red-flamed crayfish, super domineering! The more Bai Rong thought about it, the happier he became, his face buried in the bowl turned into a small bun with a smile.
After eating, Mu Chongyan carried Bai Rong back to the crystal glass box, and then went out to the Shengya Military Academy. Bai Rong waved at Mu Chongyan's back, and ran back to the villa until he was completely invisible.
Taking out his light brain again, Bai Rong watched two-thirds of the video before opening it, and continued to watch it, humming Dongfanghong happily while watching.
Tsk... A high IQ is good, and you can never forget it if you can do two things with one mind.
When Mu Chongyan came back, Bai Rong, who had already watched all the learning videos... was watching a super idol TV series that became popular in the whole Shengya planet - "Genius Girl Spell Master: Domineering Marshal, please let it go".
I heard from the corner of the living room, "You said you love me, why don't you use the spell card I made?! Mu Zhuo, it seems that you don't love me, let's break up!" "No! Feng Qing, I love you! I I didn't use that spell card because I didn't want anyone or anything to touch what you gave me! It can only be mine! Only I can touch it! Not even a mecha!" "Mu Zhuo..."
The corners of Mu Chongyan's mouth twitched, and he walked decisively to the crystal glass box, reached out and lifted the dome of the crystal glass box, and picked up Xiao Xing Chong, who was sitting on the grass and watching the drama with his light brain in his arms.
"Mu, Mu Chongyan?!" Bai Rong, who was suddenly lifted into the air by the ground, was so frightened that he almost dropped his bare brain, "You, what are you doing?!!"
Turning off the light-brained video that Xiao Xing Chong was holding in his hand, Mu Chongyan held the shark's head and brought Xiao Xing Chong in front of him, and said solemnly, "Don't look at these cluttered things."
"It's not a mess." Bai Rong, who had never watched a TV series for 18 years, was deeply fascinated by this magical idol drama and decided to defend his rights to the death, "This TV series is very popular, almost all holy Ya... more than 100 billion people are watching!"
"Don't read it." Mu Chongyan frowned, "You don't understand either."
"I can understand." Having searched for various information about the super-simulation little robot, Xing Chong, to understand what he is playing, Bai Rong's big watery eyes widened, and he twisted his little hands and said obediently, "I Very smart...and my program tells me that watching this idol drama will help my inner thinking program to be more perfect."
Mu Chongyan: "..."
"No." Really didn't want Xiaoxing Chong to be exposed to these spicy and poisonous dramas, Mu Chongyan put the light brain into the space button with a straight face, "Have you eaten at noon?"
"I..." Remembering that Mu Chongyan didn't come back at noon, and he was so fascinated by watching TV shows that he didn't even know what time it was, let alone having lunch, Bai Rong lowered his head in a low voice and whispered: "No, Didn't eat…”
Wanting to teach the disobedient little star pet a lesson, but he couldn't do it, Mu Chongyan carried the person to the dining table, sent the housekeeping robot to cook, and then sat down and turned on the light brain on his wrist to handle things.
Feeling the terrifyingly quiet atmosphere, Bai Rong secretly raised his head and glanced at Mu Chongyan, who was exuding cold air. He quickly raised his hand and touched the domineering shark's head. Unfortunately, he didn't get any ferocious aura from it. The cold air that does not drill stimulates to shrink his neck.
Time passed by, Bai Rong was sitting at the table with his head down, occasionally looking up at Mu Chongyan, but no matter how he aimed at him, the other party ignored him, and Bai Rong rubbed in frustration. Rubbing his eyes, even the mighty shark fins on his back were wilted.
After a while, the cooked food was brought to the table by a housekeeping robot. Mu Chongyan shut his eyes out, made the food for Bai Rong with a cold face, and then started to eat without communicating.
Bai Rong poked at the fish on the plate with a fork in aggrieved manner, and softly called out, "Mu Chongyan..."
Mu Chongyan paused for chewing, then picked up the bowl and took a sip of soup.
"Mu Chongyan..." Bai Rong sucked his nose, looked up at Mu Chongyan, raised his voice twice with courage, and reprimanded softly: "You... you are domestic violence!" After speaking, he repeated carefully. He said, "Cold violence!"