Raising beasts to become wives: Three young loyal dogs, and wolf wives to transform

Chapter 236 Addicted to Making Money and Playing Wolf
Seems familiar?

This idea was just a flash of inspiration, and before He Shuangjian could figure out the key point connected to it, the big hand that had been running smoothly dropped down.

Gently pat He Shuang to see the grass clippings rolled all over his body.

He also shot down the thoughts that had just popped up in He Shuangjian's mind.

So much so that He Shuang thought about it for a whole day, but he couldn't figure out where this "deja vu" came from.

This is the residence that Yan Mozhi bought in the imperial capital in advance. Although it is not as complete as Qingming Villa, there is not much shortage.

After returning from "breathing" in the small grass outside, Yan Mozhi continued his previous cooperation with Chu Yiyu.

No matter how the world works, whether those damned people are still alive, the money that should be earned should still be earned, the meat that should be bought should still be bought, because the wolves that should be raised should still be raised.

Yan Mozhi glanced at He Shuangjian who didn't know what was going on in his head, but didn't forget to finish eating the meat on the dinner plate.

He shook his head insignificantly, sighed, and buried himself in making money selling meat to raise wolves.

Seeing that He Shuang didn't go out to play all day, she kept thinking about why she had such a dream, and the strange mood in and out of the dream also troubled her.

Because this is different from the last time she thought of the arrow of time and space.The things over there seemed to be unsealed all of a sudden, and everything was logical, but this time, it seemed that something was deliberately pulling her.

Really, why can't I figure it out.

"Oooooooo-"

Seeing that He Shuang curled up her four legs, she rolled on the wool carpet that looked very similar to hers.

The yelling made Yan Mozhi, who was obsessed with making money, look up and take a look at He Shuang.

The soft and fluffy ball rolled around on the fluffy carpet that was similar in color to her fur, making people's hearts itchy.

If it weren't for Yan Mozhi's good eyesight, he might not be able to tell which piece is a wolf and which piece is a carpet.

The layout of this house is still handled by Zhongli, but the only thing is this blanket, which was hand-picked by Yan Mozhi himself.

Now it seems that Yan Mozhi nodded on his own, his vision is not bad.

"Ow—"

He Shuangjian groaned again and rolled over, and happened to roll to Yan Mozhi's feet.

Yan Mozhi bent down and reached out to hug the fluffy ball.

He reached out and stroked his hair.

He Shuangjian snorted comfortably, stretched out a non-threatening paw and scratched the back of Yan Mozhi's hand.

The meaning is obvious, "Hurry up and give me the hair, I want more!"

The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he put the lazy wolf cub on his knees, and from time to time he freed his hands to smooth his fur.

And He Shuang was addicted to the "tenderness" of the third young master when he saw it, and fell asleep snoringly on his lap.

The snorting sound was very clear in the quiet room.

Yan Mozhi, who was looking at the computer, heard the snoring, and lowered his eyes.

An obscure light flashed in his pitch-black eyes.

He stretched out his hand to touch He Shuangjian's fluffy back, and his eyes stayed on the pair of wings.

"Little thing, you are allowed to hide it from me, and I am not allowed to hide it from you? You want to break your head."

Muttering in a low voice, she stretched out her index finger like a jade bamboo knot, and tapped it on the center of He Shuangjian's brow.

For a moment, the magnificent purple light diffused, and the sky, earth and dreams changed upside down.

He Shuangjian was indulging in a certain thigh that was warmer than a carpet, and slept comfortably.

Suddenly, she found that she had come to the place where the god of destruction and the silly bird were again.

　Ask for tickets┗|｀O′|┛哩~~
　　Although there were few people, Qing, who got up early, habitually waved a small handkerchief and shouted

　　
　
(End of this chapter)