"Okay, stop yelling and let uncle eat well. Don't let uncle eat the plate of meat. Don't fight with uncle, ah."
Jiejie is a 100% dog spirit. When I open my mouth, he starts to move, looking here and there. He wants to eat any kind of meat. He also wants to eat whatever Zheng Jingren has seen, including vegetarian dishes.
This means that it seems that Zheng Jingren is not allowed to eat, and it takes all of it.
Brian and Mingfeng didn't bother and continued to drink. Jie Jie would not be in trouble with them.
However, Zheng Jingren is getting more and more difficult.[
In the end, he couldn't even hold the chopsticks steady, so he just picked up a handful of baby cabbage. Jie Jie twisted his head and slapped his shoulder with his claws.
"Ah, I admit it"
Zheng Jingren was so sad that he put down his chopsticks and looked at me with a grimace on his face, not daring to speak.
I rubbed Jiejie’s head and smiled:
"Jie Jie, I scared my uncle. Sorry, my Jie Jie never attacks anyone, but he is very loyal to his master. If anyone dares to do anything wrong, he can feel it from a distance, no matter you are a tiger or anyone else, he will
You're right. Maybe I don't have much ability, but Jiejie recognizes me. This is probably fate. I have never kept a pet, but I am alone with Jiejie. He is never moved by other people's flesh, nor does he care about my possibility.
When faced with danger, you shrink back, and if you recognize it, you will follow me to the end. I like to be loyal; therefore, Jie Jie is not actually a pet, but my son. He works hard for me, I love him like a son, and I like this.
"
Mr. Zheng looked at me and trembled obviously.
Strange thing, my voice is very gentle!
"Of course, even if it is a nephew, if it dares to disobey, I will still knock its teeth, strangle it and stew it in the pot. Mr. Zheng, is it a pity for you to decide? If you are Jie Jie, will you bite the master inappropriately?"
Brian tilted his chair and drank wine. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Zheng Jingren, his face flushed, as if he was drunk.
Mingfeng waved his hand and said:
"My nephew is not as sharp-minded and arrogant as you said. Call me uncle, and uncle will protect you."
The sweat on Zheng Jingren's forehead was so big that it fell down drop by drop. It was probably due to the severe pain from the wound.
After pondering for a while, Zheng Jingren scanned his body a few times and said in a low voice: