The sickly little one was adopted by a wealthy foreigner and became a favorite.

The family's fervent emotions did not subside; on the contrary, they intensified.

Every day, Wu Tu was so exhausted from being sucked dry that she was paralyzed on the ground. She felt that she had never seen her family members so terrifying.

It almost sucked the little rabbit's soul out of it.

Wu Tu's statement is not an exaggeration.

Because after Kailan returned, he still needed to recover for a period of time and was unable to train or compete. He spent his days playing with Wutu when he had nothing to do.

Wu Tu felt sorry for him, and he was the only one who could goof around with Kailan.

So he always took the initiative to find Kaylan and snuggled in her arms.

But perhaps Kailan had been idle for too long and his brain had gone haywire, because he couldn't control his urge to eat the black rabbit.

Of course, you can't actually eat it.

So Kaylan took the little guy's head into her mouth.

The crow, not quite realizing what was happening: ? It's getting dark?

Kailan, with the little rabbit's head in her mouth, enjoyed another top-notch meal.

Then he took the little guy's face and neck into his mouth, and like an adult animal raising its young, he carried the little guy by the scruff of his neck and crawled around in the sunshine and health.

Black Rabbit: ...

Is this the older brother or Big?

The farce didn't end until Winston walked in.

The two of them made Winston, who had come in looking for the black rabbit, so angry that his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

After this incident, Winston issued new rules, prohibiting excessive petting of the bunny and limiting petting time to no more than ten minutes per day.

The family members complained:

"Ten minutes is way too short!"

Winston said coldly, "So you're just going to let you do whatever you want?"

These people don't even sleep at night; they just squat by the black rabbit's nest and watch it sleep.

Even Wutu himself didn't know what was so interesting about his sleeping appearance.

It scared the little guy quite a bit.

Later, Winston moved the black cat's nest to his own bed, and then no one dared to come and check on the black cat in the middle of the night.

Besides, ten minutes is a lot for one person!

If the little guy is willing, he can still climb into his family's arms and ask for affection.

Now, Wu Tu no longer has so much time to indulge in drugging and has finally remembered to work.

Richard carried the small custard buns to his workstation.

Now, a new rabbit hutch has been thoughtfully placed in his spot, along with a shirt belonging to his father that has been snagged by the little guy's claws.

The little guy is too small, so he has to stand on the desk to look at the documents.

But seeing this huge potato sitting upright at work, Richard couldn't hide the smile on his face and the feeling of being melted by the serious little rabbit.

The little guy was very focused on reading it. After he finished, he needed to write his comments on the document, but writing with his paws was too difficult. In the end, he could only leave a paw print.

But even after the massage, the red mud on the little guy's feet hadn't disappeared.

So Richard, while examining the documents, noticed a paw print that the little guy had accidentally stepped on and decided that these documents should be classified as top secret.

Because such confidential documents involving home computers certainly cannot be leaked, Richard was thinking of Ulva's best interests!

Moreover, as the parents of Custard Bun, Richard and his family were all very proud, because the little guy was definitely the cutest little bunny in the family, the smartest little bunny, and the only perfect Custard Bun who could read and work.

So Richard secretly kept those documents while the little guy wasn't looking.

Although Kylan, who had come to join in the fun, didn't care about the documents, she couldn't resist taking pictures and sending the little rabbit to Helena and Ellen to show off.

"You don't have such cute little bunnies, do you?"

That evening, Helena and Allen rushed back, looking travel-worn.

They traveled all the way to the manor because of Kaylan, that big sieve.

But when they saw that there really was a fluffy little thing sitting on Wu Tu's table—a little rabbit that looked just like a plush toy…

Seeing this, Helena immediately stepped forward and picked up the plump little guy, leaving the crow once again in a situation of being tormented.

It was the first time Wu Tu had ever heard of such a thing. There were people who would kiss rabbits like machine guns, and there were also people who would make sounds specifically to scare the little rabbits, and then pet them like crazy.

The clown scrambled out of Helena's arms and tried to get Allen to protect him.

Allen already owned a farm and had previously helped Wu Tu rescue many pets. Taking care of small animals was always the most adept thing in the family.

After he hugged the black rabbit, the little guy immediately went limp and turned into a rabbit in Allen's arms because of his skillful handling.

Helena, observing Allen's technique, expressed her dissatisfaction for the first time:

"Why does this little guy like you so much? I want to touch you too."

Winston's voice came from behind her:

"Because the little guy isn't your child."

Winston freed the black clown from Helena and Allen's arms.

The little one was nestled in his father's arms, completely still from being petted, looking just like a doll.

Helena looked at the little guy nestled obediently in Winston's palm, and envy welled up in her eyes once again.

Winston is really lucky.

He could raise little rabbits when he was young, and now he can raise plush bunnies. There is simply no happier patriarch than him.

But Helena just couldn't understand why Winston got everything.

Because they had always longed for someone like Wutu to save them.

Unfortunately, it was Ulmus who chose Winston, just like he did once before.

And Allen...

Alright, Allen didn't have time for internal strife anymore. He took out some fresh goat milk and fed it to the little guy.

He seemed to have no time for jealousy or sentimentality. Seeing that the little rabbit was doing poorly in the hands of this group of people, now was the time when they needed him.

With Allen's experience, he could easily get a job with their little rabbit family head.

Moreover, the milk that Allen fed him was even warmed up in advance, so it had no fishy smell at all and took into account the original taste of the black rabbit.

She is really meticulous.

Although Uncle Allen looks gloomy, he is a very responsible uncle.

The little one was holding the bottle, his ears twitching from the sucking, looking very relaxed.

Watching Allen's skillful movements, Winston felt for the first time that he was not versatile enough.

Although no one could have predicted that one day he would not only be a human father, but also a reliable rabbit dad.

So even if Allen is the chosen one to care for his pet, Winston doesn't have time to be jealous.

Because Winston wanted to take the best care of everything concerning the black clown.

Even if the rabbit that the black crow transformed into wasn't so fragile and could be treated casually, Winston would never be perfunctory with the black crow.

So Winston immediately told Allen about the little guy's situation.

Allen stroked the rabbit from head to toe to make sure it was healthy and in good condition before he felt relieved.