Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

Little Milk Bottle doesn't want to pay any attention to him. What's the point of talking about so much nonsense?

No matter what, he would rather stay with Wu Xie and doesn't want to be separated from his uncle at all!

Not even for a second!

Little Milk Bottle held Wu Xie's collar tightly, as if he was afraid that he would be snatched away by someone else.

Wu Xie held his butt, put his big hand on the back of little Milk Bottle's head, and rubbed it twice to soothe him.

"Go out and play with your fat uncle, okay? Don't be like me, staying at home all day long. That's so boring, isn't it?"

"Let's go out and play with your fat uncle today, okay?"

"Fat Uncle loves you super, just like your uncle does! Right, Fatty?" Wu Xie not only had to persuade himself, but also Fatty as well.

"Oh, yes, yes! Yes." The fat man responded. He said to the little bottle whether he loved her or not, just like he was saying he loved the little brother, which made him feel confused and embarrassed.

Wu Xie put his ear close to Little Milk Bottle and coaxed her: "There are a lot of fun things outside. Come back and tell me when you're done, okay?"

finally,

Little Milk Bottle seemed to be moved by Wu Xie's words and silently loosened the arms that were tightly around Wu Xie's neck.

The fat man immediately noticed it and quickly took the small bottle from Wu Xie's arms.

"Let's go, let's go!"

The fat boy held the baby bottle in his arms, walked to the entrance, and slowly and clumsily began to put clothes on the baby bottle.

Even though he has lived with Little Milk Bottle for quite a while, Fatty has never been very fond of children. After all, children's thin arms and legs give him the feeling that they can be broken easily. Therefore, he usually doesn't worry much about taking care of children, and he doesn't like children very much.

But if you say that this kid is the little brother, then he will be very excited.

Looking at the little face of the baby in the baby bottle, I was amazed.

picture!

It’s so similar!

I didn’t think much of it before, but now that I know that the little bottle is the little brother, I feel like “Wow, this is the little brother!” no matter what I do.

For example, now, holding the small bottle, the fat boy was scratching his ears and cheeks anxiously, and glaring at the small bottle.

no,

What’s the difference between what he is doing and hugging Zhang Qiling?

Once you get into this setting, it's really hard to look directly into the little baby's eyes.

It feels like I'm taking advantage of the guy.

The fat boy's hand holding the small bottle felt like it was holding a hot potato, and it felt weak and tight.

"What are you going to do?"

Little Milk Bottle looked at the fat man speechlessly and asked.

They have been standing in the cold wind for five minutes without moving. If they don't go out, please take him home quickly. He misses his uncle! (ー`′ー)

"Ah, oh, while we were walking." The fat man woke up as if from a dream and said, "I'll take you to eat something delicious!"

The fat man walked away leisurely, carrying a "big Buddha".

One by one, everyone went out, and the house was finally quiet. Wu Xie screamed and collapsed back on the sofa.

I feel so tired——

It's more tiring than after a fight, it's mental fatigue.

It was as if a female ghost had sucked away his yang energy.

(I won’t tell you who this female ghost is(?ˉ??ˉ??))

"Boss—Boss—"

Wu Xie felt as if he was hallucinating. Wasn't he the only one left at home?

How come I can still hear someone calling him boss?

Is there really a ghost in the house?

"Boss, boss~~~~"

This time Wu Xie heard it clearly and thought: Damn! It's actually a male ghost?

It is true that no matter whether he is a human or a ghost, there is no woman in Wu Shanju, right?

It's simply an imbalance of yin and yang!

How could this be?

Forget it,

I don’t want to think about it anymore. Whether there is a woman or not, it has nothing to do with him.

Wu Xie was too sleepy and was too lazy to open his eyes to look for it. As he became sleepy, he no longer cared about whether it was a ghost or not.

In broad daylight, I encountered a female ghost... Pah! A male ghost!

Tough luck for him!

Already dead, don't think about him.