can i eat your head off

40

When Tibao entered the door, he first looked around at the decorations like a village leader inspecting work.

After he finished looking around, he walked to a cabinet next to the video wall, staring at a pot of green radishes on the table before he was about to settle down, he tugged on his suit jacket, "Brother Baby."

Tebow shook off his hand and continued his blanket search, "What?"

Tiqi watched his baby brother almost get under the table, wishing to pull out all the floor tiles to check again, and then glanced at Jing Ming who was holding his arms next to him with a bluish face.

"Brother Baobao, what are you looking for?" Tiqi wanted to pull Tibao up from the ground.

Tibao said impatiently, "Don't worry about it."

Jing Ming couldn't stand it anymore.

It's okay for this person to bully him at home, but he dares to be so rude under his nose.

Jing Ming was eager to protect the cub, and was about to sneer at the side: "Bringing up the baby..."

"What did you call me?" Tibao stood up from the ground "suddenly".

With a gust of wind and a black oppressive feeling.

Jing Ming admits that he is an elder after all, so he asks him kindly: "You... no, what are you looking for? Give a humble job a clear indication?"

41

"Hmph." Tibbo sat on the sofa with his legs apart, with an expression of "I've seen through everything".

Jing Ming brought him a cup of tea.

Timi brought him a pack of biscuits.

It was just a matter of shouting "Auspicious Emperor".

42

Feeling comfortable serving him, Ti Baocai said leisurely like an old man: "Let me see if you have any unruly intentions about Ti Mu, and save that silly boy who was sold and helped count the money."

Jingming: "..."

The silly boy made a fuss: "..."

"What expression do you two have?" Tibao looked at the two stunned people in front of him, fulfilled his duties as a parent, and educated Tibao: "When you go to a stranger's house, first look in the corner for needles. Hole camera, is there a control knife under the sofa, is there any whip..."

"Jing Ming is not that kind of person, Baby Brother." Tifu retorted.

"..." Jing Ming stood there covered in cold sweat, unable to refute.

Sorry, there really are.

"Why don't you talk anymore?" Tifu tugged at Jingming's sleeve, "I'm sorry, Xiao Ming, my brother just cares about me too much, don't worry about it."

Jing Ming murmured haha, but actually didn't listen to a word.

43

"How old are you?" Tibbo began to cross-examine in a paternalistic way.

Jing Ming: "23."

"Well," Tibao nodded, seemingly satisfied, "Where is your family?"

Jing Ming: "Local."

"Well," Tibao nodded, seemingly satisfied, "What do parents do?"

Jing Ming: "Both parents are engineers."

Tifu felt that his brother might have drunk too much, so he ran between his legs and flapped his wings, trying to attract his attention, "Brother Baobao..."

Tibao closed his legs that were spread apart, turned his elegant legs around Tiba's head, and asked, "What do you do?"

"...Write something." Jing Ming said modestly.

Tibao rested his chin on his hand and asked, "How much is your annual salary?"

Seeing that the problem was getting more and more out of control, Tifu jumped up and flew onto Tibao's head, covering his brother's face with feathers.

But he managed to keep his mouth shut.

44

Ti Bao frowned, grabbing his wings and pulling them off his face, Jing Ming felt distressed when he saw it.

Jingming took the bird carefully, and comforted Tibi: "It doesn't hurt, does it?"

It didn't hurt to mention it, but when he asked in such a gentle voice, the pain began to spread from the root of the wing, and even the tips of the unconscious feathers were aching.

Tiqi shook his head, and buried his head into Jingming's warm chest, "It doesn't hurt."

Jing Ming became unhappy, his expression became serious, and his tone was cold: "What are you doing here?"

Tibao took a look at Tibao, who was eaten to death, and sighed, "I'll see if you have the ability to raise him, otherwise how can I rest assured."

45

After finishing speaking, Tibao took out the lighter, clicked it, and shook his hands to light a cigarette.

When the flame was still a millimeter away from the smoke, Tibao seemed to think of something again, and extinguished the fire with a "snap".

Jing Ming looked puzzled.

He was almost certain that this was probably a weird thing.

Thinking about it this way, Ti Bao no longer looked hideous, and he didn't even realize that his eyes were already kindly looking at him.

46

"Do you have a room?" Tibao threw the lighter in his hand into the air and caught it again, enjoying himself.

I will do this!

Jingming answered quickly: "I have a car, a house and savings, I have good looks, money and time, I wash and cook and often mop the floor..."

Tibao watched him boasting himself to the sky, and his mood became subtle.

He does not allow everyone here to be better than himself!

Tibbo: "I'm a president."

Jing Ming: "I'm a writer."

Tibao: "I'm 1.8 meters tall."

Jing Ming: "My legs are 1.1 meters long!"

Tibao: "It's getting cold, I can make the Wang family go bankrupt."

Jing Ming: "It's getting dark, I can make Mr. Wang suppressed!"

Tibao was in a hurry: "I have [-] companies under my banner!"

Not to be outdone, Jing Ming said, "I have six hundred postures in my pen!"

Tibbo: "I... what?"

Mention: "..."

Jing Ming: "..." I'm not, I haven't.

47

The three people present, no, two people and one bird, fell into a strange silence.

48

Jingming was panicked.

It's stupid to mention it.

Tibao immediately lost his temper.

49

I knew this kid had no good intentions!

Tibbo rolled up his sleeves and prepared to kill everyone.

Tiqi hugged his brother's leg, and gave Jingming a wink to tell him to hide quickly.

Jingming hadn't recovered from his senses yet, so why did he recruit himself?

"Xiao Ming, run!" Ti Mu's voice became very trembling because Ti Bao's legs were thrown back and forth, mixed with the sound of the wind.

On the contrary, Jing Ming was very calm, and said seriously to Ti Bao: "Since you already know, let's formally discuss the issue of Ti Fu's custody rights."

50

Jing Ming lit a cigarette for himself, as far as he remembered, this was the first time he saw him smoking.

He had thought he wouldn't.

"I'm an erotic novelist." Jing Ming exhaled a puff of smoke, hiding his expression in the smoke.

Tibi felt his two hearts start to twitch.

He looks so sexy smoking!

Tiqi stared at Jingming obsessively, but when Tibao saw him, he staggered with a slap.

Ti Bao looked at his younger brother who was not up to snuff, pointed at Jing Ming and said, "Have you heard what he does?"

"Yeah," Timothy nodded, "Novelist."

Is this the point?

What about eroticism?

Tibao looked up at the sky.

Day, I can't talk today.

51

Jing Ming said: "I know that you may not understand my profession. Although I wrote this, it doesn't mean that I also..."

Don't represent yourself?

it is good.

Six hundred kinds!Six hundred kinds!

Did someone else come up with the six hundred postures?

Tibbo wanted to print out what he just said in black and white and stick it on his head.