Kuai Chuan is not a person

【If one day, you raised a panda at home, what would you do? 】

Chu Lan habitually looked down at Qiuqiu, thought for a while, and finally said frankly: "Suck the panda, knead him, rub the soft fur on his stomach."

The bullet screens flew by in the live broadcast room, and if you flipped through a few of them, the content was more idiotic than Chu Lan's answer.

【Bury my head on the giant panda's soft belly!Close your eyes, let the soft fur rub against my cheek, and suck it all at once! 】

【Want to ride!It feels chubby and sure to be fun to ride! 】

[The previous report! 】

Wen Xi glanced at him lazily, then whispered: "Liar."

He took the initiative to lie down at home and exposed his belly, but at most Chu Lan just stretched out his hands to smooth his hair, extremely reserved and restrained.

He also said that he was the bear in his heart, but in fact he was not convincing at all.

Qiuqiu snorted coldly, and then was sent to the examination room of subject one by Chu Lan himself.

The test tool is a slightly old plastic rocking horse, maroon, and this beautiful bangs, very cute, it is obviously a horse with a story that has been in close contact with many baby pandas.

A small stick runs through the center of the horse's head, and Wen Xi holds the sticks sticking out from the left and right sides, which is just right for stabilizing the balance.

The little chubby panda held the stick tightly, afraid that he would roll off if he was not careful, and fell on his back in front of the live broadcast of tens of thousands of people. One front and one back, shaking constantly.

Rock the horse, da da da, shake it.

Wen Xi, who was riding the rocking horse, obviously relaxed a lot, and seemed to have experienced the fun. He leisurely picked a handful of green and tender bamboo next to him, and put it in his mouth to chew carefully. It was very pleasant.

Everyone in the live broadcast room was also happy to see this scene, and they all bubbled up and sent barrage.

[This is the first time I have seen a panda with such six driving skills. 】

[The old driver takes me. 】

[Sipping bamboo while riding a horse, the old driver is so confident. 】

Chu Lan squatted beside him and looked at him, her eyes were full of smiles.

"Ride for a while while you are young, and when you grow up, you will be fat and too heavy to be carried by a rocking horse."

As soon as he finished speaking, the swinging of the rocking horse suddenly became more violent and fierce. Qiuqiu turned his head and gave Chu Lan a hard look with his watery and round eyes.

Who fed him, prepared his food, arranged his exercise?Raised him as a chubby little pig, but now he is said to be too fat.

There's nothing wrong with being born chubby!

……

Chu Lan felt that Wen Xi was angry with him.

Qiuqiu has always been a very well-behaved panda. When he is usually at the base, he is also very cooperative with his work, and he will persuade other pandas to be obedient, which is very worry-free.

But he is very skinny today.

Chu Lan brought more than a dozen pandas here to bask in the sun. Qiuqiu was very obedient at first, just like the usual little sticky man. Back up the board and let him write on himself.

As a result, Chu Lan turned around and cleaned up the surrounding environment, and the pile of black and white dumplings disappeared.

Appeared on the small tree next to...

This kind of tree has few branches, is very tall and straight, and the tender green heart-shaped leaves are very beautiful, and it is not in the flowering and fruiting period at this time.

However... a bunch of black and white balls appeared on the trunk of the tree, fleshy and fluffy. The small balls hugged the trunk tightly, squeezed together up and down, and even pouted with meat.

Dudu's round butt squeezed the roll underneath, pressing down on his face, so that he could only hold down a little panda.

Chu Lan looked at the tree that seemed to be growing a string of glutinous rice balls, stood under the tree with her head up, clapped her hands, and called out the names of all the red pandas.

Unexpectedly, all Gun Gun's eyes looked at Chu Lan brightly, as if waiting for Wen Xi's order, and ignored Chu Lan at all.

Wen Xi hung lazily on the tree, and glanced at Chu Lan condescendingly, seeing how helpless he looked at a tree of red pandas, he couldn't help laughing.

Chu Lan had no choice but to move the big chairs that they were scrambling to play with on weekdays, and put them under the tree. This time, some pandas were attracted to climb down from the tree, and snorted into the big chair, and a few of them squeezed inside. , like cooking a pot of glutinous rice balls.

Chu Lan took one little panda out with great difficulty and put it aside. When he went to hug the second one, the first one crawled back quietly.

The panda skewers on the tree watched the show with their legs crossed. Seeing that Chu Lan was busy again, Wen Xi slowly climbed down from the tree trunk, and even the other rebellious red pandas slid down smoothly, obediently taking their places.

After returning home, Chu Lan immediately reposted the video of Wen Xi riding a rocking horse, and wrote a serious text——

Not fat at all, Qiuqiu is the most slender giant panda.

Wen Xi expressed his satisfaction, rolled over on the bed, and turned into a giant panda with a chirp, revealing a white and soft belly, staring at Chu Lan with bright black eyes.

As if to say, "Thank you for touching my belly."

Chu Lan stretched out her hand to smooth his hair, as usual, she didn't sink her head into sucking the panda.

Wen Xi was a little disappointed. He stared at Chu Lan with a flash of inspiration.

The panda on the bed suddenly turned into a boy again, only with fluffy panda ears growing on the top of his head, and a round, white, short tuft of panda tail growing out of his buttocks.

He was lying on Chu Lan's lap, with black ears swaying back and forth, and a short tail behind him, as long as Chu Lan stretched out his hand, he could touch it.

Wen Xi has curved eyebrows and round ears, she looks very cute: "Do you want to touch it?"

The author has something to say:

Chu Lan: Not touching is not Chinese.