584's father

"Don't run, don't run..."

A Zi felt that even if she added more "God" work, she could not deal with these two little demons.

One of them went east and the other went west. For a while, he fell down, and for a while, she wanted to wipe her sweat, and he had no way to separate himself at all. He wanted to ask Hongbao and Hongyu to help, but somehow the two children were very unhappy with Shuanghong. Doudou also hit them with a hidden weapon, which made Shuanghong angry with tears and went back to the house to hide.

There was only him left, chasing this way and there for a while. All morning, the stars were flying in front of him and he was dizzy.

"Don't, don't run. Rest, rest for a while..."

He deeply felt Luo Wener's hard work. His Xiaowen... When they have children, if they dare to diso obey, he will definitely... talk about it then.

Mao Mao turned his head and couldn't help laughing when he saw that A Zi was tired and panting... He asked you to miss other women and hug you left and right, and now let you taste the tragedy that you can't take care of this and the other!

He smiled and was about to play a trick when a hand suddenly appeared in front of him. Before he shouted, he was covered his mouth and dragged into an alley...

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"Is that you?"

Mao Mao looked at the white man who had only seen once, and looked at the beans that were already stupid and drooling on one side. He secretly said, nymphomaniac!

turned his head, took out the small fan, brushed it open, and pulled up his posture: "What's the matter with me?"

Unexpectedly, the man also shook off the fan, shook with a smile, and looked at him with bright eyes.

He immediately put away his face and put away his fan: "sister, let's go!"

"I'm my sister!"

Dou Douhua didn't forget to emphasize it and took the opportunity to give it to him.

He was stunned and immediately sat on the ground and kicked his legs and cried: "Little father, little father, sister hit me..."

"Do you still dare to talk?"

"Papa..."

There is a beautiful man in white next to him. Doudou's moves are round and comfortable. He only practices his hair as a sandbag. Be sure to let the man in white see how capable he is and how different he is.

Mao Mao rolled on the ground and cried. He had never lost his image so much. He only shouted "Little Dad" and hoped that A Zi would help him relieve his siege. He didn't like this white man very much!

But how can a little fox fight against a big fox? Since Qian Yumo can deceive them, he is absolutely imperceptible.

However, at this moment, he stared at the dusty hair on the ground and frowned: "Is this my son?"

Hu Lun is a little embarrassed. Does he want to say "yes" or "no"?

If "yes", this is too damaging to the image. You know, the master is the most elegant. How can he have such a mouse son?

If "no", did the master tear him off the spot?

Master, why do you always give small problems?

With a cold sweat and a dry smile, I suddenly saw the master pointing to the beaten hair: "Am I such a coward?"

Hu Lun curled his lips and didn't say anything earlier. Just say that when you were with Luo Wener, weren't you bullied like this? Of course, Shang Yi never does anything, never!

Qian Yumo sighed again: "Is this my son?"

Mao Mao suddenly howled.

Qian Yumo was so scared that he hurriedly asked Doudou to stop.

Doudou stopped aggrievedly. In fact, she just acted well, and her subordinates were accurate, and she only greeted the thickest buttocks. What did Mao Mao Mao screamed like a chicken?

Qian Yumo ran over with his hand open, regardless of the dirt, and held the earth mouse in his arms: "Mao, Mao Mao, what's wrong with you?"

Mao Mao's face was full of pain and hissed, "It hurts..."

Qian Yumo's voice trembling: "What's the pain?"

Mao Mao pointed to the buttocks.

The trousers were stripped off without saying a word, and the fur twitched straight to the face facing the ground.

Qian Yumo looked left and right with his buttocks in his hand... Is there nothing but a little dust? Did Doudou become a cattle fight across the mountain? But he pinched the two soft balls of meat... the bones were fine.

However, with such a pinch, I only heard a "puff" sound...

It seemed that the breeze was blowing on his face, so that his scattered hair floated up, but the wind seemed to have an ominous breath...

Hu Lun sneered and said, "Master, this is your son!"

This boy is full of bad water with you, not yours or anyone else's?

Thinking that the master's heavenly and human posture had been baptized by that turbidity, the master's expression at that time...

Hu Lun hurriedly bit his mouth and suffoed, almost internal injury.

Maomao is unhappy. How can he fart and become his son? Earlier, I was looking for my father all over the street, but now I have finally decided on the next one, but someone is looking for him as a son. It's beautiful!

Especially, this person just asked the old man next to him, "Does he look good on me?"

Immediately turned over and lifted his trousers: "Sister... Doudou, let's go!"

You can't provoke this little girl. She is too insignificant. Like whom?

Yes, it must be like a mother!

"Doudou..." Qian Yumo unfolded a charming smile.

This expression can be eaten by all ages, and Doudou was immediately tricked.

"Doudou, do you want to go out to play..." He squeezed Doudou.

Doudou was as if he had been electrocuted, and he was excited: "Think!"

Qian Yumo stretched out his hand to Doudou with a smile, and Doudou hurriedly ran over and took his big palm.

This little hand is so small and soft.

Qian Yumo held his daughter's little hand, and his heart was soft.

"Doudou!" Mao Mao was anxious: "What are you going to do? He is not a good man!"

Hu Lun raised his eyes... He said that the master was not a good person, and he turned against you?

Oh, no, little master...

"Why am I not a good person?" Qian Yumo's attitude is very sincere.

"If you have nothing to do, you will be a thief!"

Hu Lun looked at the master's face... The master seemed to have met his opponent.

But Qian Yumo didn't care about him at all. He only said attentively to Doudou, "Since Mao Mao doesn't go, Doudou, come with me. I'll take you to eat delicious food and have fun, okay?"

Doudou quickly slapped: "Okay!"

Hu Lun's white eyes, Luo Wen'er was cheated by her master in those years?

"But I have a request..." Qian Yumo suddenly looked serious.

"What are the requirements?" Doudou smiled cutely, and his water eyes were bent, as if he were Luo Wen'er.

"You call me dad..."

Doudou was about to agree, and suddenly blinked and put his index finger against the corners of his lips: "If I call you father, can't I marry you in the future?"

Hu Lun almost fell down. What's the mess? Luo Wener, how do you educate the little master? This, this, this...

"We already have a big father and a little father. Doudou doesn't care about you as a father!" The hair raised his waist.

Then he saw the white man's eyes glaming over, cold, murderous and severe, which made him immediately shiver and involuntarily take a step back.

Qian Yumo turned his eyes and still smiled. He held Doudou's little hand and said word by word, "What is the eldest father? I'm your kiss, kiss, dad!"