The Apocalyptic Boss Raises Buns In the Interstellar

In the live broadcast room, seeing Si Lingling communicating with such a small cub, all creatures were taken aback.

The cub is still so young, how does the mother and child communicate?

Look at this mother, the tone and tone of the child's words, all living beings can't help but feel a little yearning for no reason.

Immediately afterwards, the barrage kept refreshing like crazy:

I must be crazy. I actually have the urge to be that cub.

Upstairs, you are not alone. This mother's voice is so beautiful, it gives people an inexplicable sense of happiness.

It's not a person +1.

It's not a person +99.

In just a short moment, the number increased to tens of thousands.

Then someone sighed:

You said, when we were just born, were we ever treated so tenderly by our mother?

Stop dreaming, which of the cubs that came out of the petri dish wasn't brought up by a nanny robot?

Yes, the nanny robot accompanied us until we were three years old with the most scientific and rigorous attitude, and then became the closest butler around us.

They monitor our learning, training, growth, and even stipulate the reasonable time for us to take nutritional supplements for our parents and elders.

It is also necessary to give us physical examinations on time every day to confirm whether we are healthy.

Yeah, we were conceived in a petri dish, how could anyone talk to us so gently?

There is nothing wrong with such a regular life.

It's pretty good, but I just saw the anchor communicate with her child, I really envy that viviparous cub.

But now that I've come to my senses, I feel that maybe only such a weak cub needs to be treated with such care.

Cough..., don't you think the voice of the twin mother is more beautiful than the mother's?

I even have the idea of ​​wanting to replace that cub and lie in that arm.

Upstairs, your words make me think you are driving.

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All beings on the Internet talked lively, and Si Lingling was very busy taking care of the children.

She never thought about how popular the live broadcast she just launched would be.

After cleaning Liuliu's body, he pooped again.

After finishing the work, breastfeed the child with his back to the camera, and then face the child to himself, let the child stand up with his upper body and his chin resting on his shoulders.

Reach out and pat the child's back with your palm.

After hearing the baby hiccup several times in a row, he gently put the baby into the crib that had been reformed earlier.

In the live broadcast room, the audience couldn't understand what the anchor was doing?

Bullet screens were issued one after another:

What is the anchor doing? Why can't I understand it?

It's not that you are the only one who doesn't understand, I don't understand anyway.

Just now what the anchor was doing with his back to the camera, I seemed to hear the sound of swallowing.

The anchor is not feeding the cubs, is it?

I don't know, I can't see it, so I don't understand it.

What's the matter with that camera? Why didn't you turn around at that time and let us see what the anchor is doing?

Just now, when the cub hiccupped, did you smell a faint fishy smell, a bit like the smell of star beast milk?

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The interstellar creatures have never seen others raising cubs so intuitively, they are rare and curious about everything.

But when Si Lingling set the parameters on the live broadcast equipment, she had already set it to refuse to enter the camera for indecent things related to personal privacy.

So, how could she let others have a chance to watch such obviously inelegant scenes like breastfeeding a child?

When the live broadcast room was full of bullet screens, Si Lingling, who had settled down her son, turned around and continued to take care of her daughter Jiujiu.