Chapter 870 Your Excellency the President is a hooligan?

   "If you don't like to eat these things, we will change them for you right away!"

   "Are we sitting in the wrong place? Don't be angry, let's change it!

  The little milk can puffed her lips, patted the sofa with her small hand in protest, and shouted, “I’ve said it many times, I’m not called the little prince, you are not allowed to shout again!”

  The servants hurriedly asked, "Then how should we call you?"

   Hearing the words, the little milk can made a cold snort from her nose, and immediately raised her head, her little cheek revealed a scornful look, and she said, "Please call me... Your Majesty the little actor!"

  Ming Ming is a four-year-old kid, and at this moment, he looks like a king watching all living beings, quite a bit of the shadow of the prime minister.

  The crowd bowed their heads and called out in unison, "Yes, your Majesty the little actor."

  The corner of her mouth rose up, and a arrogant smile appeared.

   With a little finger, he ordered "I want jelly!"

  The servant immediately offered it with both hands, and even helped him to unpack it.

   Seeing his small mouth lick, he swallowed the whole jelly, and the cheeks were suddenly bulged, like a little hamster.

  Chew and chew and swallow, sticking out the tip of the tongue, licking the juice from the corner of the mouth.

  When the servants saw this, they immediately exclaimed like a nympho.

   "So handsome..."

   "It's so tempting..."

   "I...I can't do it..."

   "Hurry up, my nosebleed is gushing out..."

   "Puff... my nosebleed has come out..."

  There are even more servants, embracing each other, crying bitterly, "Ouuuuuu...so cute, how can I break it if I want to be my own..."

   "Woohoo, the President will kill us..."

   "Oh, if I could give birth to such an excellent child, I would really have no regrets in this life..."

  After eating the jelly, I ate potato chips, and finally took a few mouthfuls of milk.

  Fat and drink.

  The little milk can was limp on the sofa, and while stroking her chubby belly with her little hand, she yawned lazily, and asked, "Where is that big gangster, call him over, the actor has something to look for him!"

  The big hooligan?

  The servants looked at each other, all of them stunned, and secretly sighed that they were really old and could not understand the children's thinking at all.

   Seeing this, the little milk can twisted his eyebrows, and explained with some impatientness, "The big gangster is your excellency!"

  The servants suddenly realized.

  Ah...The big gangster is the President...

  The next moment, they reacted.

What? Your Excellency is a hooligan?

  In an instant, everyone's faces were all with the same expression.

  It was an expression of horror, and his eyes were bigger than copper bells.

  Said Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived.

   At this moment, the door of the room was suddenly opened, and Mo's figure walked in from the outside in the prime of time.

  As soon as he saw the man, the face of the little milk tank changed.

  He snorted coldly, So Gender opened his head, leaving the back of his head to the man.

  Big gangster!

  He hates this big gangster!

  The bedroom was full of servants, and Mo couldn't get closer in the prime of the time, and he ordered "all out!"

  As soon as the voice fell, the sound of footsteps in the bedroom was chaotic, as if even the floor was shaking slightly.

  In an instant, the servants disappeared completely, leaving only Sheng Shimo and the small milk can.

   Endless silence, lingering between the two, the atmosphere became embarrassing.

  In his prime, Mo had dealt with all kinds of people, except that he did not spend more than three seconds with children.

  (End of this chapter)