The Last Golden Silk Bear in the Universe (BL)

Chapter 17

The more Song Changan thought about it, the angrier he became. The result of his anger was that Quick was angered.

    Although he knew that Quick could not be blamed for this sudden accident, but he did not tell him as soon as possible when the accident happened.

    After all, he was the one who broadcast live!

    The live broadcast never started at all, but the anchor didn't know about it. Is such a thing plausible?

    Song Changan thought about the hard work before, and jumped on the spot angrily.

    God knows how tired he is of being cute like that. He has worked so hard to sell cuteness for so long, his cheeks are sore from chewing, and it's no wonder he's not angry for such a result.

    As for why Quick is the only blame and not Arnold, it is obvious that Arnold only knows now, so it is all Quick's fault!

    Seeing the cub bouncing around in place for some reason, Quick smiled and leaned over.

    Seeing what Arnold did to the cub in the monitoring room yesterday, Quick felt itchy all night, and finally couldn't help but give the cub a loving hug when he came in today. He leaned next to Song Changan, ready to Pick up the little cub like Arnold did.

    Song Changan looked at Quick, who was approaching, straightened his back, made a small face, and gave two disgusting "poofs", kicked back when Quick's hand was about to touch him, and used that force to directly He jumped out and rushed to Arnold's feet.

    Quick: "..."

    Arnold: "..."

    Song Changan lay on the edge of Arnold's shoes, and climbed up with his hands propped up. The upper of the shoe was too high for him. It took a lot of effort to climb up with buttocks sticking out, humming and screaming, sounding extremely delicate.

    When Arnold finally reached out to pick him up, Song Changan stretched out his claws to hug his fingers again, lying on top of him obediently, not half as aggressive as he was when he kicked Quick just now.

    Quick squatted on the ground, looked at his empty palms, and at Arnold with the cub in his hands. He couldn't help but began to doubt life. Why didn't Chang'an just get close to him?

    And he also had a feeling that for such a smart little guy like Chang An, he might have deliberately acted out this situation for himself.

    Soon, he found a white scratch on the palm of his hand, a very thin one, probably left when the cub kicked him just now, and his expression was even more miserable.

    Quick: "Chang'an! Why don't you like Grandpa Quick? What's so good about this kid! Chang'an, grandpa hurts so much!"

    He held his injured hand and approached Song Changan, looking at the road with only one Little and large white marks, and then look at Quick, who is frowning in pain.

    Song Changan: "I feel like you take me for a fool."

    He made a few more "poofs", and finally let go of Arnold's fingers, turned around and pointed his butt at Quick.

    Quick: "..."

    The shocked Quick left sadly, leaving only Song Chang'an and Arnold in the room.

    Arnold nodded his head: "What's wrong with Chang'an? Why are you angry?"

    To be honest, when the cub escaped from Quick's hand and ran towards him just now, this feeling of being dependent and chosen made Arnold There was some secret pleasure in his heart, but he also knew that the cub was angry at Quick.