After the rebirth, I just want to and I don't want to farm

Chapter 71 Zhao Han Has a String in His Heart

Hearing this movement suddenly, Bai Jin trembled in fright. She covered her chest, and turned her head to look at the man who appeared out of nowhere.

Although it was very dark, she could still be sure that the corner of this man's mouth was hooked evilly.

"Who scolded me for being childish at night?"

"Didn't you let nature take its course? Why? If you don't sleep in the middle of the night, you don't like the comfort of sleeping on the kang, and you want to come to sleep in the kennel?"

"Since you like it, why don't I build a kennel for you tomorrow?"

The man spoke one after another, Bai Jin could only squat there in a daze.

"Why don't you talk, are you dumb?" When Zhao Han spoke, he had already walked in front of the woman. As soon as he lifted his clothes, he squatted down in front of her.

"Speak up, you liar." Zhao Han stretched out his hand and pulled Bai Jin's cheek fiercely, and Bai Jin stretched out his paw to scratch him in pain.

"It went to bed early, go back to sleep with you honestly." A red mark was scratched on the back of Zhao Han's hand, and he stretched out his hand to pick him up easily.

"Zhao Han." Bai Jin who had been silent all this time suddenly called out.

"Huh?" Zhao Han snorted lightly.

"Tell me, if I sleep in the kennel tonight, will Fa Cai really recognize me as the master?" If you leave Zhao Han in the future, and have such a giant to protect yourself, it would be perfect .

Just as Bai Jin finished speaking, his feet that had been flying in the air suddenly fell to the ground. Immediately, a man's unfriendly voice flew over: "You are not with me, but you are going to fight a dog for a bed?!"

Thinking of the emotionless eyes he looked at him that day on the mountain, Bai Jin groaned, and muttered angrily: "You still have the nerve to talk about me, if you have the ability, you move to the Westinghouse?!"

Zhao Han did not expect that Bai Jin would raise this matter so openly, but Bai Jin had already anticipated Zhao Han's hesitation.

Obviously, there was a string in his heart that was pulling him, and he didn't make him do anything beyond the rules. As for what the string was, she didn't know.

"Okay, don't be angry, I will warm you up every day in the future." Zhao Han reached out and pinched her face again, and then threw her back to the West Room.

When Bai Jin was about to kick the door, the man had already left.

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Early the next morning,

Bai Jin felt that she had woken up early enough, but when she packed up and went to see Fa Cai, she saw two lumps, one big and one small, already squatting there.

As soon as she went out, Zhao Han heard her movement, and he stretched out his hand to squeeze his son's hairy little head: "Think about it, your mother is going to come out and snatch it from you."

Bai Jin: "..." Zhao Han!Knock in! !

Little Sweet Bun is obviously not as thoughtful as a man. He turned his head and waved at Bai Jin sweetly: "Mother, I won't snatch it from you. Come and see."

Bai Jin's heart softened. When she passed by Zhao Han, she snorted heavily, and then squatted down on the other side of the little guy.

However, as soon as the eyes looked into the kennel, Bai Jin sighed heavily the next second.

"Fat Cai brought all the eggs from the chicken coop?" This half-year-old mastiff seems to be particularly maternal (smiling).

"Thinking too much, our family has a lot of eggs, who knows where he got them from." Zhao Han snorted lightly, his eyes were full of disdain for Fa Cai.

At this moment, the penetrating voice of the neighbor's aunt Zhou pierced the quiet morning: "Who stole our eggs!!"

Bai Jin and the father and son looked at each other: "..."

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After returning the eggs to Aunt Zhou, Bai Jin was about to make breakfast when he saw a little radish lying sneakily at the door of his house.

"Zhao Xiqing, what are you doing lying in front of our house??!" The fierce voice of the milk exploded. When facing Zhao Xiqing, Xiao Jiu no longer had any timidity on her body, and even had a faint crush. Pressure.

(End of this chapter)