Mr. Squirrel of the Fairy Forest

There are no goblins around, Mr. Weasel swears to the little squirrel over and over again that he will give him a promise, and he also said a lot of nasty love words in a greasy way, which made the little squirrel's ears red.

His mood gradually stabilized, and he stopped crying, but there was one more thing that bothered the little squirrel a little.

But he didn't know whether he should ask, for fear that Mr. Huang Lang would think that he was a narrow-minded fairy.

After struggling for a long time, Mr. Squirrel still hesitantly opened his mouth: "Well, Mr. Huang Lang, you chatted with Miss Koala, what did you talk about?"

Mr. Weasel was stunned for a moment, and said bluntly: "Just talk about work~"

Hearing this, for some reason, the little squirrel always felt a little familiar.

He rested his little chin with his claws and pondered for a moment, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he remembered!

It was a long time ago when I was sitting idle in Miss Pheasant's newsstand, I saw a copy of "Quotations of Scum Fairies" among a pile of emotional reading materials.

What "she's just my sister" "Hey, let's not buy it" "I'm just rubbing and not going in." "Are you done crying? I'm leaving after crying. There are still many things to do."

One of the lines is: "Just talk about work."

Hmph, the little squirrel got angry. He pushed Mr. Weasel away, walked to the corner angrily, sat down with his buttocks crossed, crossed his legs, folded his arms across his chest, and began to close himself against the corner.

This... What's wrong with this?Mr. Weasel was pushed and fell to the ground, with a dazed expression on his face, wasn't he fine just now?

He walked behind the little squirrel, poking his head and trying to get closer, but every time the little squirrel pointed the back of his head at him, which can be said to be quite indifferent.

"Little monster, what's the matter? Why are you drawing circles? Are you playing some kind of game?"

The little squirrel continued to snort coldly and turned its head to the other side.

Mr. Weasel stared at it for a while, and suddenly had a whim, he found a corner and squatted down, and began to draw circles on the ground, then put his two paws on his temples, closed his eyes, frowned, and tried to follow the little squirrel. A telepathy.

The mob turned his head slightly to see this scene, and immediately rolled his eyes speechlessly, with his paws on his hips, he was about to die of anger.

What is this big fool doing?Why don't you hurry up and coax the little squirrel?

Mr. Squirrel snorted heavily, but Mr. Weasel remained motionless.

Mr. Squirrel coughed hard, and Mr. Weasel moved his ears, but his body remained motionless.

This angered the little squirrel, he got up and rushed into the small bedroom, picked up his blanket, opened the door and walked towards the attic.

The little paws stepped heavily on the ground, slapped once, and slapped again.

If you don't come to coax me, you will lose the little squirrel forever.

Mr. Weasel reacted a little bit. He opened his eyelids and saw this scene. He became impatient, jumped up from the corner of the wall as if his butt was on fire, ran over quickly, and blocked the little squirrel's path with his arms outstretched.

"Little monster, you...where are you going with the blanket?"

"The little monster is going to sleep in the attic tonight." Mr. Squirrel replied angrily, hugging the blanket tightly.

"No, I don't agree." Mr. Weasel shook his head and rejected it.

Good guy!Not only did he not coax him with soft words, but his tone was so domineering. Mr. Squirrel became even more angry. He bypassed Mr. Weasel and was about to go upstairs, but Mr. Weasel grabbed him into his arms.

"Little monster, don't be angry, be obedient!"

"Hmph, you little monsters don't want to be obedient." Mr. Squirrel became emotional. He struggled to get up, but Mr. Weasel suddenly lifted him up and carried him on his shoulders.

"Ah! You wicked weasel, quickly let the little squirrel down." Mr. Squirrel thumped his legs and tried to resist, but Mr. Weasel slapped his paw on the chubby little buttocks, instantly turning half of the mouse's face red .

This guy, why doesn't he play his cards according to the routine?

He put Mr. Squirrel into the hanging basket chair, and then the whole weasel climbed on the hanging basket chair in a big shape, like an octopus, blocking the only way out.

"Little monster, you can't sleep separately, only wayward fairies would do that. Is the little monster a wayward fairy?" Mr. Weasel pretended to be full of bad things, and started fooling around again.

Mr. Squirrel pinched his paws and got into trouble. He wanted to say that he is not a willful fairy, but he also has a small temper, but before he could speak, Mr. Weasel said first: "Mr. Peacock is a willful fairy, and the little monster is definitely not Wayward elves, those two elves have a little misunderstanding in their relationship, what should we do?"

The stupid little squirrel was led away in an instant. He tilted his head and asked following Mr. Weasel's words: "Well, what should I do?"

"It's necessary to communicate, just say it, so that I can know what made the little monster unhappy."

"Then... well, Mr. Huang Lang refuses to tell the little monster what he and Miss Koala talked about, so... that's why the little monster is angry." The little squirrel lowered his head in embarrassment while talking. , oh~ he is really a little goblin.

Hearing this, the expression on Mr. Weasel's face gradually cracked!

Is it because of this?

Let him think about it, what did he say when he explained it just now?Just talk about work?

oh!God!No wonder the little squirrel is angry, he should make it clear.

"I swear, it's really just a matter of work. Let me think about what I said." Mr. Weasel jumped off the hanging basket chair, resting his chin and began to meditate.

Suddenly, he clapped his paw with his fist, and suddenly realized: "I remembered, I asked her, do you want a vault or a dome for the small apartment?"

"Does the architectural shape like Gothic, Scandinavian or Mediterranean?"

"I asked her if she was wearing perfume because it always made me sneeze."

"Miss Koala has also consulted about other styles. I said that the rural style is also acceptable. I am now living in a small tree house with a rural style, in the beautiful and leisurely countryside of Valta..."

While talking, Mr. Weasel's eyes widened, and he said why Miss Koala came to the door. It turned out that he really had such a big mouth!

"That's all, nothing else?" Mr. Squirrel asked quietly. He seemed to have eaten two big baskets of lemons, and the whole mouse was a little sour.

"Of course!" Mr. Weasel said solemnly.

"Then... well, I believe in Mr. Huang Lang, but... this kind of thing can't happen again in the future. Mr. Huang Lang already has mobs, so you can't attract bees and butterflies outside." Mr. Squirrel said stiffly. With a small face, she lectured fiercely.

As a fairy, he must be loyal to love, and his little squirrel also has principles.

"I'm not, I don't!" Mr. Weasel drooped his ears, drooped his tail, and his eyes were red with grievance.

He is so sad, the little squirrel wronged him!

Using hands and feet together, he climbed onto the hanging basket chair, and Mr. Weasel put his head into Mr. Squirrel's arms, wanting to be hugged pitifully.

"Little monster, I only like you, you can't doubt me." He confessed with sobs, feeling depressed and wanted to cry: "You coax me."

God!Mr. Weasel, who is usually idle, actually has such a side?

Mr. Squirrel's heart was about to melt. He hugged Mr. Weasel tightly, lowered his head and rubbed Mr. Weasel's head affectionately, and said in a low voice, "The mobs also like Mr. Huang Lang."

Hearing this, Mr. Weasel was not so aggrieved, and his heart became sweet. He rubbed the tofu on the little squirrel's chest, and said, "coax me again."

Although he knew that Mr. Huang Lang was acting like a baby this time, the little squirrel couldn't bear to refuse.

He rubbed Mr. Weasel's ears affectionately again, blushed like a mouse, and said like a mosquito: "The mob likes Mr. Huang Lang the most, and he only likes Mr. Huang Lang."