Chapter 908 Don't force me to be polite!

  After shouting, I realized that the atmosphere was wrong.

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

I saw Mo was sitting lazily on the sofa in Shengshi. The little milk tank was like the boss of the underworld. He sat domineeringly on Shengshimo’s neck and grabbed his ink hair and fried dough sticks with his small hands. Also stand by the side obediently.

  The scene in front of you is completely different from the short message description of Xiaoyou Tiao!

  Where did you threaten the little milk can?

  It looks like a small milk can holding Sheng Shimo.

  And...how many people are inexplicably harmonious?

  Because of her voice, everyone looked at her in unison.

  In the silence, the atmosphere became awkward.

  Wen Churan only felt that there were a few black crows flying over her head.

  Quack...

  Although the situation is not too dangerous, as long as she watched the little milk tank and Shengshimo stay together, her heart would become very worried.

  Wen Churan waved to the small milk can, "Come here to Ma Ma!"

The little milk tank saw her own Ma Ma, and hurriedly climbed down Sheng Shimo's body, climbed off the sofa, and flew into Wen Churan's arms. "Ma Ma...Where did you go? Why did the little milk tank open his eyes? , You are gone..."

  Wen Churan raised the plastic bag she was carrying with her left hand, “Ma Ma is buying vegetables. I bought it and made glutinous rice dumplings for a small milk pot.”

  The little milk can was so happy that she danced with joy, "Oh, there are glutinous rice dumplings to eat!"

  Wen Churan glanced at the man on the sofa, and deliberately asked, "Is anyone bullying you?"

  "Yes!" Ma Ma came, and the little milk tank seemed to have found someone who could support him. Pointing at Sheng Shimo, he complained, "Big pervert bullies me! He also laughed at me for being timid!"

   Hearing what the little kid said angrily, Mo was a little bit dumbfounded in his prime.

  Wen Churan's face became cold, and he asked, "What are you doing here?!"

  Mo sitting on the sofa did not move a moment when he was in prime, and he 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 unhurriedly, "It's nothing, come and see my son."

  Wen Churan was short of breath "I have said it many times, the little milk pot has nothing to do with you!"

  At this time, the little milk pot interrupted and said, "Ma Ma Ma Ma... The big pervert said, I was planted in your belly..."

   Hearing this, Wen Churan's face changed in an instant, and everyone's laughter sounded around, even the small fried dough sticks pressed their thin lips, holding a smile.

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

  The little milk can blinked with big simple and ignorant eyes, "Ma Ma...what are they laughing at?"

  This shameless man teaches children such filthy things!

  Wen Churan turned into anger from anger, and roared toward Mo Shi, "Get out! Get out of here now!"

roll? Everyone was so scared that they stopped laughing.

  This Miss Wen, dare to say go to the President?

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

Wen Churan limply walked in, screaming slap after another in his mouth, and finally, he directly picked up the ashtray on the coffee table and pointed it at Shengshimo "Don't roll again, don't force me You are welcome!"

  When a group of guards saw this, they raised their guns and pointed their guns at the back of Wen Churan's head.

  (In order to thank everyone for supporting from the first word to the millionth word in this book, Xiao Di Shi hereby held an activity of stepping on the building to get book coins in the comment area. Go ahead!)

  (End of this chapter)