Chapter 908

After shouting, I found that the atmosphere was wrong.

The situation in the small foreign building seems not as critical as she imagined.

Sheng Shi Mo was sitting lazily on the sofa. The small milk can was like the boss of the underworld. He rode domineering on Sheng Shi Mo's neck, grabbed his ink hair with his small hand, and the small fried dough sticks stood next to him.

The scene in front of me is completely different from the short message description of small fried dough sticks!

Where did you threaten the milk can?

It looks like a small milk can threatening Shengshi ink.

And... How is it that several people are inexplicably harmonious?

Because of her voice, all eyes looked at her.

In the silence, the atmosphere became honey and awkward.

Wen churan felt as if some black crows were flying over his head.

Gaga

Although the situation was not very dangerous, as long as she watched the small milk can stay with Sheng Shi Mo, her heart would become very frightened.

Wen churan waved to the small milk can, "come to Ma Ma!"

When the little milk jar saw his own hemp, he quickly climbed down from his body, climbed down from the sofa, and rushed into Wen churan's arms. "Hemp... Where have you been? Why did you disappear as soon as the little milk jar opened its eyes... "

Wen churan raised the plastic bag he was carrying in his left hand. "Ma Ma bought vegetables and made glutinous rice balls for the small milk can."

The little milk can immediately danced with joy, "Oh! There are glutinous rice balls to eat! "

Wen churan glanced at the man on the sofa and deliberately asked the little milk can, "is anyone bullying you?"

"Yes!" When Ma Ma came, the little milk can seemed to find someone who could support him. Pointing to the prosperous ink, he complained that "the big pervert bullied me! He also laughed at my timidity! "

After listening to the angry words of the little fart child, Sheng Shimo was unable to laugh or cry.

Wen churan's face turned cold and asked, "what are you doing here?"

In his prime, Mo didn't move when he sat on the sofa. It looked like he was the owner of this small Western-style building.

He glanced at the small milk can in Wen churan's arms and replied calmly, "nothing. Come to see his son."

Wen churan was angry. "I've said many times that the small milk can has nothing to do with you!"

At this time, the little milk can interrupted, "Ma Ma... The big pervert said that he planted me in your stomach..."

After hearing this, Wen churan's face changed instantly, and everyone's laughter sounded around. Even the little fried dough sticks pursed their thin lips and held a smile.

The corners of Sheng Shimo's mouth evoked a very proud smile, as if he was very satisfied with the performance of the small milk can.

The little milk can blinked with simple and ignorant eyes, "numb... What are they laughing at?"

This shameless man should teach children such filthy things!

Wen churan became angry with shame and roared to the prosperous ink, "get out! Get out now! "

Get out? The crowd immediately stopped laughing.

How dare Miss Wen tell the president to go away?

In his prime, Mo sat on the sofa, motionless as a mountain, as if he hadn't heard Wen churan's words at all.

Wen churan limped into the room and hit the rolling words one after another coldly. Finally, he directly picked up the ashtray on the tea table and aimed at the prosperous ink. "If you don't roll again, don't force me to be impolite!"

Seeing this, a group of guards raised their guns and pointed the muzzle of the gun at the back of Wen churan's head.

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