Chapter 536

"Mr. and Mrs. Zhou, drink water." Mrs. Wen brought water and fruit.

Mo Xi ran quickly thanks and invites her to sit down.

"I'm sorry to disturb you like this."

"Nothing." Wen's wife said with a smile, "otherwise I would be bored at home alone."

Because Zhou Yanchen and Mo Xiran asked his wife to take a few days off from work to accompany them.

Just sat down to chat for a while, the mobile phone rings.

Hearing his wife answer the phone, "Hello, Jingyu. Well, well, OK

Hang up the phone, she said to Zhou Yanchen and Mo Xiran: "Jingyu said that today there are members of the youth fighting group to the team."

Before she finished, Meng baozi had already turned her head and looked at it. Xiao Feng's eyes were shining.

Hearing his wife's smile, he said, "Jingyu said let's take a look at the bag, OK?"

Mo Xi ran nodded, holding Meng baozi's small meat hand, "do you want to go?"

"Well." Nodding, he said shyly, "I'm going."

Zhou Yanchen drove with his wife Wen, Mo Xiran and two children, Meng Baozi and Wen Junshi.

Wen Jingyu meets them at the army gate and takes them to the training hall.

The members of the youth fighting group are men and women. The youngest is 6 years old and the oldest is 11 years old.

The young cadets of the team sit on the ground with the members in the middle.

Mo Xi ran and Zhou Yanchen sit on the ground with Meng baozi. Zhou Yanchen lays two cushions for Mo Xi ran, and then she sits down.

Meng baozi has been staring at the members he has seen on TV.

Mo Xi ran rubbed his hair, and suddenly remembered that once she was carrying a cute bun, and he saw a trainer on the road. At that time, he said that he would be this one in the future.

"What a prophecy." Murmured a, the shoulder is hugged by Zhou Yanchen.

"Say what?" He asked.

Mo Xi ran told him about it in a low voice. Finally, he asked him, "ah Chen, would you like Xiao Bao to be..."

Zhou Yanchen coagulated cute steamed stuffed bun, his solemn face, said in a deep voice: "it depends on him. If he wants to, we should respect him."

"Well." Nodding, she leaned against Zhou Yanchen.

The demonstration performance of the members of the fighting group will soon begin.

It's not like teenagers at all. The speed and strength of their moves are amazing.

Meng baozi was excited to see it, and his little fist was clenched tightly.

Wen Jingyu stood behind him and looked at him. He had an idea in his heart.

It's just that this idea has to be approved by Meng baozi's parents, namely Zhou Yanchen and Mo Xiran.

Meng baozi is a good seedling. He really wants to cultivate him.

In the future, he will be the top in this field.

He had a hunch.

After watching the performance, the members invited the students to have a competition.

Students usually have combat training, there are two usually good results up, combat group members gave them a lot of guidance.

"Anything else?" Asked the captain.

Although he is not the oldest in the fighting group, he is the most powerful.

Feng Ao is only 9 and a half years old.

"Me

A boy's voice rang out.

Everybody, look at it.

Mo Xi ran looks at Meng baozi who raises her little arm in surprise.

"Little bag?"

How can he get up there?

"Xiao Bao, these are big brother, you..."

Mo Xi ran was interrupted by Zhou Yanchen before he finished.

"Sisi, let him go up and have a try."

"Ah Chen?"

"It doesn't matter."

Looking at Meng baozi, Zhou Yanchen patted him on the shoulder, "go."

Meng baozi looked at him, nodded deeply, and then turned to Wen Jingyu.

Wen Jingyu smiles and nods.

Meng baozi goes to the middle and stands in front of Feng Ao.

Feng Ao looked at him, a child who had not yet fully grown up.

The flesh is white, and the most striking thing is the face.

It's too good-looking. It's too good-looking.

"Can you do it?"

It's not that he looks down on Meng baozi, but Feng Ao is a professional fighting boy after all. "I'll hurt you for a while, aren't you afraid?"

Meng baozi didn't speak, his legs were slightly apart, and he made a ready gesture.

Feng Ao was surprised and then laughed.

"Well, come on."

The first time, he threw Meng baozi to the ground.

There is no suspense about the outcome of a fight between a child less than 4 years old and a child 9 and a half years old.

Height alone, Feng Ao is almost two heads higher than Meng baozi.

Every time he fell down by Feng Ao, Meng baozi was in pain, and he didn't say a word.Gradually, he mastered some rhythm and was able to catch one or two moves.

Feng Ao was more and more surprised. For the 10th time, he fell over Meng Baozi and reached out to him.

Meng baozi looks at his slender palm and grits his teeth.

Feng Ao pulled him up, patted him on the shoulder and asked him in a low voice: "do you want to come to our fighting Youth League? Little boy

Meng baozi doesn't speak, takes back his hand and goes back to moxiran.

Zhou Yanchen is very proud of him, even though he didn't win.

But mom and dad are different.

Looking at Meng baozi's purple, Mo xican bites her lips and doesn't speak. She is full of heartache.

Just now, when she said to let Meng baozi be a staff member, she gave up completely.

From the troops back to the training area compound, Mo Xi dye to Meng baozi wipe liquid.

Meng baozi looked at her, thought about it, and whispered, "I don't hurt."

This sentence, let Mo Xi dye "Bata" suddenly fall into tears.

"Why doesn't it hurt? It's all green. " She said, "in the future, never..."

"I really don't hurt." In a low voice, Meng baozi raised his fleshy hand, touched Mo xican's cheek and wiped her tears. "I really don't hurt, Mommy."

“！”

Mo West dye is stunned, can't believe of looking at him.

"Xiaobao? What do you call me, Xiao Bao? "

Meng baozi hung his head shyly.

Reaching out, she hugged him and kept kissing the top of his hair. "Bag, bag, my bag."

Meng baozi rubbed her chest, and her small mouth started.

In the study, Wen Jingyu asked Zhou Yanchen to sit down and said that he had something to say.

Phoenix eyes deep, Zhou Yanchen probably guessed what Wen Jingyu wanted to say.

"Mr. Wen, do you think small bags are suitable?"

Sure enough, communicating with smart people is not tiring.

Nodding, Wen Jingyu took a sip from his tea cup. "It's very suitable. He's destined to take this road."

"What kind of road he should take is not decided by one word." Zhou Yanchen said in a deep voice, glancing at Wen Jingyu, "Mr. Wen, do you know what I mean?"

Wen Jingyu sighed, "I just think it's a pity if I just give up like this."

"We will naturally respect the idea of Xiao Bao." After a meal, Zhou Yanchen continued: "we have stayed here long enough. Maybe in a few days, we will go back to Ancheng with our bags."

Wen Jingyu said: "Xiaobao is your child. It should be. But it's time for poetry to cry again. "

The last sentence is a bit of a joke, which also eases the previous stiff atmosphere.

Zhou Yanchen raised his lips and gave a smile.

When the beauty smiles, she is in bloom.

Even a man couldn't help smelling it.

This is evil.

In his heart, he took a sip of the teacup with a smile.

I just don't know if Xiaobao will become a demon No.2 who Charms thousands of women when she grows up.

Suddenly I have a bad taste.

Wen Jingyu's smile changed meaning, Zhou Yanchen cold eyes color, but because he takes care of Meng baozi, too lazy to care.

Otherwise, according to Zhou Meiren, it's not so easy to let go.