On Saturday morning, I just woke up and didn¡¯t get up, so I ran back duangduangduang, kicked open my grandma¡¯s bedroom door, and rushed in to find me (my grandma gets up at five every day, I will transfer from the sofa in the living room to her another sleep in the bedroom).
Every Friday, Saturday and two days my mother rests, and in the morning she will take me to a place farther away to play, and this day is no exception.
However, when I saw it, I immediately found out that it was doing something bad - picking up something and holding it in my mouth, I couldn't close my mouth orz
What else is there to talk about, let's beat it!
After several slaps, I couldn't bear to use my strength, so it didn't vomit. In the end, I picked it out, half a chicken paw!
I was so angry that I taught it a big meal.
Get up and tell my mother to pick up food, my mother: pick it up and give you something to eat?
I:? ? ?
Suddenly, I regretted beating it up so much!
As a result, my mother went out to buy milk after a while and came back and said: I think there are chicken feet or something downstairs, it must be picked up at our door.
I:! !
Then it wasn't for me to pick it up! I didn't have time to eat it!
Let's not talk, and go to beat the dog! (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com