Awang brought a plate of dragon fruit over.

Cheng Enhao looked at the dragon fruit and showed a satisfied smile on his face: "It's okay."

"Oh!" Everyone was happy at the same time.

The parrot rushed out first and flapped his wings: "Let you pluck my hair. If you have the ability, you can count it again and count again!"

It was proud and opened its mouth, provoking it with all its might, vowing to avenge the hair plucking.

But it was obviously too proud.

Cheng Enhao looked at the parrot, suddenly waved his hand and sucked it into his hand.

The parrot was stunned: "What are you doing?"

Song Enjun: "Nothing."

Cheng Enhao said casually: "You are better off, it won't hurt."

Do you still need to pluck your hair?

The parrot was anxious and shouted to Xia Xiaochi: "Didn't you cure him?"

Xia Xiaochi sighed and looked at Song Enjun.

Song Enjun said: "Didn't you say it? The psychological impact still exists. As long as it is not an important thing, we will try our best to follow our habits."

The parrot was anxious: "It's not important to pull my hair?"

Song Enjun whispered softly: "From the perspective of senior brother, it is indeed not important. Although you can control it, it is always uncomfortable to hold it in. It is better to do it if you can do it. Senior brother has just controlled the ** of Dragon Fruit. When you come to you, you should not want to be wronged. Who told you to provoke him? Senior brother also has a temper."

In the past, Cheng Enhao had obsessive-compulsive disorder and had to do it no matter what. Now, he had obsessive-compulsive disorder, but he treated it as enjoyment. There is no way to force it, and enjoyment can be overcome, but as long as conditions allow, it is better to follow the original intention.

The way is in the heart.

Realizing this, the parrot was in tears.

I'm fine and do you think I'm so stupid now.

"Master, save me!" it shouted.

Xia Xiaochi shook his head: "We owe others what we want, just make him feel good."
Chapter completed!