Keep a vampire as a pet!

Chapter 13: The Remote Control Battle

Cynthia just put Alan to bed, tucked him in and went to the kitchen, not seeing Alan close his eyes to sleep. The matter of children needing to nap was also something she had found out from the internet, she thought that by the time it was time for children to fall asleep on their own.

The answer to Cynthia's question was Alan's energetic “Yaaaaa”, Cynthia smiled and rubbed Alan's face, and before she left the house, she reminded her again, “Okay, we have to go to school, this time you can't run around or I'll worry about you. ”

Alan looked at Cynthia's expectant eyes and nodded his head, his eyes looking at Cynthia with sincerity, trying to strengthen his credibility.

Cynthia hugged Alan tightly and rewarded Alan with a kiss, “Alan is so good! Alright, let's get to class!” Continuing to put the man in his bag, he rushed towards school with his backpack in his arms.

In the afternoon, Cynthia held the backpack without letting go of her hand, in the middle of the day, afraid that Alan was hungry, but also took him to the top floor.Cynthia brought a thermos cup, which soaked Alan drink milk. Cynthia brought a thermos cup with milk for Alan to drink, but Alan didn't buy it, and turned his head away, saying he didn't want to drink the milk.

Cynthia remembers the last time Alan spit up the milk, she didn't dare to force Alan to drink it, so she put the thermos away and went back to the classroom to continue the lesson.

Alan was beaten up by Cynthia, and was very honest all afternoon, obediently hiding in the backpack by Cynthia hugging, not moving or talking, peacefully through the afternoon, after returning home Cynthia in order to reward Alan to give him a big hug.

“That was a good afternoon, Alan will have to do the same tomorrow.” Cynthia felt that proper praise was necessary for small children.

Who knows that Alan didn't show a smile when he heard Cynthia's words, instead he glanced at Cynthia in disbelief and then went to play with the TV remote control by himself, that little look seemed to say do you need to praise for such a little thing?

Looking at Alan's expression, Cynthia draws the corner of her mouth, this broken child is not easy to calm down for the afternoon, and now also dejected on. Not bothering with Alan, Cynthia left Alan on the sofa and went to the balcony to do laundry.

When she got to the balcony, she turned on the faucet, thought for a moment and then went back to the living room, stripped the clothes off Alan, wrapped Alan in a small blanket, and carried his small clothes to the balcony.

Thanks to Alan, this is the only set of clothes he has left to wear in this house, while there is still sunshine hurry to wash, tomorrow morning can still wear, otherwise tomorrow really have to run around naked. Thinking of the clothes torn by Alan, Cynthia's heart is a pain, that is all money!

Full of grudges, after washing and drying the clothes, Cynthia couldn't even get over her low mood. Casually fixing herself some dinner, she then crooked down on the sofa, grabbed the remote control from Alan's hand, and chose a variety show she usually saw for dinner.

“Yaaaah!” Alan was watching a cartoon, but suddenly changed the screen. Turning his head, he looked angrily at Cynthia, waving his two short hands in protest. Seeing that Cynthia ignored him, he went in the direction of Cynthia with his hands and feet, aiming at the remote control that Cynthia hid behind her back, of course.

Cynthia was holding her bowl of rice and watching the TV screen and was amused by the people in it, so she didn't pay attention to Alan's movements and was surprised that he grabbed the remote control.

The TV screen flickered and the comedy show on the TV turned into an image of a couple of little people who were fighting a big monster all of a sudden.

“Haha. Huh? Alan,” Cynthia's laughter came to a screeching halt, holding her bowl of rice and glaring angrily at the kid sideways, ”Give me the remote!”

“Ah no!” Alan clutched the remote in a ball and turned his butt to Cynthia.

His little diapered butt looked so fat that he wanted to print a slap on it.

“Give or take?” Cynthia set the bowl casually by her side and approached with a threat in her eyes.

Alan scooted farther away and replied forcefully, “No!”

Hearing this reply, Cynthia lunged towards Alan with a rolled up sleeve, “Hand it over! I'll spare your life!” Well, Cynthia had gotten so mad that she blurted out the line she had just seen on TV.

“Stop right there!” Cynthia, not expecting the dead kid to be so fast, stuck her head out and looked at Alan, who was hiding under the coffee table, wondering if she could lift the man over with a single step across the coffee table.

“Yikes!” Alan looked up provocatively and showed his teeth at Cynthia.

“Heh! I've got this violent temper. Stop right there!” Irritated by Alan's teeth, Cynthia didn't care if she stepped on the coffee table and shattered the glass coffee table, stepping away from it and jumping one step over to where Alan was standing.

Alan of course will not sit still, in Cynthia have action when he has opened the short legs to run to Cynthia began to sit, Cynthia looked at Alan's short legs gnashing teeth, legs look short, did not expect to fall back so often fast, run fast enough ah.

When Cynthia was spitting out Alan's abnormal speed, her eyes were fixed on his movements, and suddenly the corners of her eyes twitched, and an ominous premonition flooded her heart.

Cynthia's bowl of fried rice was still on the couch, and Alan was right next to it, pulling himself up to his feet and cradling the bowl with both hands, the remote tucked away in his diaper.

If Alan hadn't been holding the bowl of rice, Cynthia would have had to make a few comments about where he'd put the remote, but right now she wasn't in the mood for anything else.

What was Alan doing with the bowl and the hostage look on his face? Trying to do what!

“You put the bowl down!” Cynthia growled.

“Yaaaah! No!” Alan refused without hesitation as he shook the bowl, a few grains of rice falling out of the bowl as he did so.

Cynthia's heart lifted, if she wasn't careful her dinner was going to be gone and she was going to have to wash the grease stained couch cover, it was going to kill her.

“Okay, okay, okay, you put the bowl down and you can have the remote, okay? That's fine, right?” Cynthia couldn't help but be a wimp when the enemy had a hostage in their hands.

“Hmph!” Alan grunted lightly and waved his hand at Cynthia, telling her to step back and keep a safe distance from him.

Broken child! Spooky spooky spooky.

Cynthia cursed inwardly and sat down on the other side of the couch, den Alan relaxed enough for her to speak, “Alan, why don't you watch your cartoons and give me the bowl. Can't have you watching TV and me starving.”

Alan shook his head, seeming to see through Cynthia's thoughts, he gave Cynthia back the bowl, would the remote control still be safe? Without the hostage, he'd still have to be oppressed by Cynthia.