Future of Interstellar: I Gave Birth to Cubs for Dinosaurs - Chapter 50

When he got up early in the morning, Sikong Miaoer felt that King West was weird.

Sikong Miao’er held the little ancestor and watched King West look at him strangely, as if shy and throbbing superimposed, a suspicious blush on his face. Sikong Miao’er leaned forward to appraise it and confirmed that it was undoubtedly painted.

King West was even more shy when he was seen, with his hands between his legs and shaking.

Alas! Good mother!

Sikong Miaoer rubbed the goose bumps for himself and his little ancestor. What the **** is King West?

Sikong Miao’er and King West reached out to the sugar cube on the coffee table at the same time, their fingertips inadvertently touched each other, King West drew his fingers back in exclamation and wrinkled his brows to look at him. Sikong Miaoer almost thought that he was a hungry and thirsty **** wolf, and faced a strong man who was more than two meters high.

Pooh! What kind of love story is this!

Compared with Sagong Mya’s unbearable, King West was actually even more unbearable. What the **** is shaking M! He is the king of the empire of Porto Taya! How could it be a shaking M! What’s more! Sikong Miao’er would not like to shake M settings either…probably…should…maybe?

Sikong Miao’er stood up halfway, and reached out to touch the forehead of King West, “Are you having a fever?” Otherwise, how could the whole person be wrong?

It’s rare to feel the relationship from Sikong Miao’er, and King West almost thought that this role-play really hit the other party’s heart.

“No fever? What happened to you today? It’s weird and oozing.” Sikong Miao’er compared King West to Apiao.

Yes, this script can’t go on. It’s not as popular as shaking S, at least forcing the other party to get a chance to take advantage! King West put away the strange appearance, rubbed the red mass on his face, and restored his paralyzed face. “fine.”

The road of shaking M seems to be unworkable, and the only solution now is the option of “warm man” to try. King West went back to the dressing room and changed his outfit with earthy color. He combed his particularly unruly hair that was originally upright, soft and subdued. King West reappeared in front of Sikong Miao’er, and his momentum had been reduced. “How about it?”

“…It’s not your style.” But it’s pretty pretty.

“Really?” Isn’t it true that Sagong Miao’er doesn’t have an appetite?

Throughout the afternoon, King West was still weird.

Sikong Miao’er wants to tease the little ancestor, pull the little ancestor to play with building blocks for a while, and then pull the little ancestor to jump around. King West smiled more like he saw his first love, and Sikong Miao’er looked at him a few more times, feeling that his eyes were almost blind.

King West also offered all kinds of courtesy, and he asked Sikong Miaoer if he should drink fruit tea, or silly ran to adjust the indoor temperature, but it was clear that the temperature was the most comfortable temperature for the human body. There is more to this than this. The robot butler can clean up toys, rugs and pillows, but King West rushes to deal with it without saying a word. The robot butler wants to help, but receives the death gaze of King West.

As the saying goes, nothing to do is to be courteous, evil or steal.

This old saying, Sikong Miaoer believes.

So while waiting for King West with a lewd smile on his face, he wanted to wipe the pieces of shortbread on his mouth, he finally couldn’t help asking: “Is there something wrong with your brain?”

The gentle smile suddenly stiffened, and King West wanted to maintain a gentle temperament, and then the twitching corners of his mouth betrayed the fact that his heart was not peaceful, “I am not sick.”

“Drunks say they are not drunk.”

Very favorable example. King West put a smile away, “Well, it’s okay, but I guess the Duke of Bastus is not necessarily.”

Sagong Miao’er saw that he had a **** feud with Duke Bastos, and there was some suspicion in his heart. Could it be that this person is playing role-playing again? Sagong Miao’er remembers that when he was in the Imperial Palace of Marcellus, King West once completed the transformation from a training teacher to a little milk dog in one morning.

“Puff.” It’s funny thinking about it.

King West looked at Sikong Miao’er with an annoyed look, even if he was stupid, he knew that Sikong Miao’er was smiling himself.

“You remind me of a movie I’ve seen.” Sikong Miao’er said of the movie “Moon Star”.

King West felt particularly magical about the hero’s ability to talk tenaciously with others even when the protagonist was blown away with a mouth. He commented: “The Podottaya Empire has not been able to achieve such high technology.”

Dear, your focus is a bit crooked!

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