Chapter 871

At this moment, facing the small milk can, he was at a loss.

Sheng Shi Mo walked over, squatted beside the sofa and poked the little head that looked like a kiwi fruit with his fingers.

As if dissatisfied with his behavior, the small milk can waved its soft claws and slapped it on the back of Sheng Shimo's hand.

Sheng Shimo was not angry, but the corners of his mouth rose and smiled.

He continued to poke 'kiwi fruit' with his fingers.

Three times on the left, three times on the right, poke up and tamp down.

Finally, the little milk can couldn't bear it. A snort came out of his nose, warning Mo not to move him again in full time.

This effect is what the ink wants, and it has intensified.

The little milk can couldn't stand it. He turned his head fiercely and shouted at the prosperous ink, "you big hooligan, turtle, big bastard, don't touch the head of the film emperor!"

In his prime, Merton was unable to laugh or cry.

What kind of mess did the child learn from his mother?

"Ah!" The little milk can shouted again from its mouth, "eat my flying short legs, and promise to send you to the west, so that you can stand side by side with the sun!"

He saw his fleshy little short legs curl up, deliberately aimed at Sheng Shimo's handsome face and flew over, fast as the wind.

His flying feet are really fast and ruthless.

But the action of Sheng Shimo is the famous speed-up and accurate ruthlessness.

Just when the foot was only half an inch away from Jun's face, Sheng Shimo suddenly raised his hand, directly grabbed the ankle of the foot and forcibly blocked the flying short leg of the small milk can in the air.

The flying short leg of the small milk can has never failed. Seeing that Sheng Shimo's mouth is wearing a winner's smile, he is so angry that his small face turns red and wants to pull back his calf for another time, but his ankle is firmly held in his hand by the man and can't move at all!

"Big hooligan, let me go quickly!" The little milk can only lean over, lift up the other little foot, and kick the hand that Sheng Shimo grabbed his ankle. "You let go of my little jiojio! If you don't let go, I'll let Mu Cheng millet come and shit you! "

Mu Cheng... Millet?

What a friendly name!

Sheng Shimo's heart suddenly filled with jealousy, and the strength in his hand was unknowingly loose.

The little milk can took the opportunity to take back its little feet, got up, stood on the sofa, put one hand in the waist, pointed to the prosperous ink, and laughed wantonly, "hahaha... Be afraid, I'm afraid I'll hit you with Mu Cheng millet..."

Seeing the appearance of the small milk can, "I have mu City millet, I'm not afraid of heaven and earth", the crazy jealousy extends from the bottom of my heart and is about to burn the ink into ashes.

When he was extremely angry, he said coldly, "just now, your Mu City millet has been here."

Hearing this, the little milk can jumped up on the sofa and said, "Mu Cheng millet? Where is he? Are you going to take me home? "

Then he glanced straight at the door, as if he wanted to climb down the sofa, leave here and find his Mu City millet.

When he was in full bloom, Mo immediately stopped his action and said, "don't find your Mu City millet. He already didn't want you. You'd better stay here."

"Liar!" The little milk can shouted excitedly, "Mu Cheng millet won't want me, you big liar!"

He jumped down from the sofa in a hurry, and rushed to the door without wearing his shoes.