Lucky Cub Cub and his brother are in the control group

【Oh my God, this is too dangerous. This little sheep has too low a sense of safety. He is not the only one in this bullock cart. He really doesn't care about other people's safety and feelings at all. 】

[That's right, look how scared our little baby is?It's just crazy, it's horrible. 】

【Our little one kindly taught him how to drive an ox cart, and he clearly said that he should be whipped lightly, but he didn't listen at all and flicked the whip violently. 】

Lu Zhaoxi secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

That one just now frightened him, but fortunately, he was not in danger.

He subconsciously glanced at Sang Wanzhou.

Sang Wanzhou looked calm, even when the speed of the ox cart suddenly accelerated just now, he could not change his face.

After all, he is still an actor, and his psychological quality is really strong.

In fact, don't panic, it's fake.

But Sang Wanzhou didn't feel flustered because of himself.

The moment the bullock cart accelerated, the first thing he thought of was not himself, but Little Fubao sitting in front.

So even before he could sit still, he still reached out to grab her clothes immediately to prevent her from having an accident.

For himself, he didn't care so much for a long time.

Before he knew it, he cared far more about this little cub than he did.
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With such a small episode, the grandma didn't dare to let the two little cubs come to the front to drive the ox cart.

Today's farm is different from usual. Many villagers came in and out of the gate early on.

Lu Zhaoxi and Lu Zhiyang stood at the vent, smelling the stench blowing in the breeze, their expressions changed immediately.

"Brother, it stinks here! I don't want to go in!" Lu Zhiyang pinched his nose with disgust on his face.

Lu Zhaoxi held his hand without speaking, and a crack appeared in his expression.

Obviously don't want to go in.

Sang Wanzhou glanced at him, the corners of his mouth curled up.

An inexplicable sense of superiority emerged from my heart.

Oh, I won.

His expression almost had the word "sarcasm" written all over his face.

Lu Zhaoxi originally had some reluctance and unwillingness to go in, but it disappeared without a trace in an instant.

He looked down at Lu Zhiyang with a straight face, "This is the result of our lottery last night. If you don't want to go in, then there will be no food today. You can choose for yourself."

Lu Zhiyang's cute little face was wrinkled into a ball, and his expression was very tangled.

Holding hands by Sang Wanzhou, little Fubao turned his head to glance at Lu Zhiyang, raised a smile and said to him, "Brother Little Sheep, there are so many animals here! It's very fun! Fubao had a great time playing here yesterday. Woolen cloth!"

Lu Zhiyang remained unmoved, looked at her with a stern face, and asked her in a childlike voice: "Then are there tigers, elephants and lions here? Are there giraffes, peacocks and crocodiles?"

Xiao Fubao was stunned, shook his head obediently and said, "Nothing. But there are cows, sheep, pigs and many chickens, ducks and geese in it!"

Her voice paused for a moment, as if she suddenly remembered something, and the smile on her face deepened: "Oh, yes! Grandma also gave Fubao a newborn chick exclusively for Fubao! Fubao named it Xiao Huang! Isn’t that a good name?”

A hint of envy flashed in Lu Zhiyang's eyes, he snorted coldly and turned his head away, raised his chin slightly, and said in a sour tone: "You're so stupid. What's so interesting about chickens, big tigers are the most powerful and domineering!"