Young Military Rarities

"You get off, you keep rolling around."

Somewhere in the office hall of the Power Association, Yun Che almost did not lift the small round table in front of him.

"Ahem, Zeyu, I also think it's not good to be bullying."

Yun Che can't stand it, let alone Lu Haixuan? Isn't they too picky, mainly because Zhou Zeyu's name is better than one, who is strong, Ling Yun, domineering, and invincible. All the coaxes have come out. Brother Che can bear it until now and it is very human.

What's wrong? Is every name cool and handsome? Are you strong? Che, you are afraid that others will know that they are unpaired. Yun Che shaved his eyes. Zhou Zeyu narrowed his neck and moved away. His eyes whispered, he thought it was good. It used to be like this when playing the game Jianhui, how can it not work in reality? How can those vulgar names deserve him based on the value of Che Che? How are they, Brother Che has hurt his heart too much.

"You are afraid that others don't know."

He spit out a stale gas, and Yun Che regained his sight. Xiaochen Chen seemed to see something. He took out the lollipop in his mouth and stuffed it directly into Yun Che's mouth: "Don't cry, Zhou Uncle is bad. "

Where does he seem to be crying

Yun Che's brain was dark, and he could not vent his eyes, and rubbed his head: "I won't cry, wait a moment, once I'm done, I'll take you to the market."

"Well, I'm obedient."

Xiaofei Chen nodded cleverly, and reached out and patted his arm comfortably, turned around and touched a lollipop to bite the candy paper into the mouth.

Not far away, a little black boy who looks about five or six years old and looks very dark and stares at Xiaochu Chen, turning his head to look around. Xiaochen Chen notices his gaze, filled with lollipops He smiled sweetly, who knew that the little boy hummed his head and twisted his head, making the chubby unable to return for a long time in the morning, and his eyes unknowingly climbed up a little, and the child still preferred to play with the child. But Xiaofei Chen was alone, alone, and it was so easy to meet a little brother. People don't seem to like him, can it be sad.

"Grandma, I'm going to eat lollipops. Why don't you let him hand them all in?"

But what he didn't know was that the child turned around and caught the middle-aged woman next to him. From what he said, it is estimated that middle-aged women did not do less of this kind of thing, otherwise what about a five- or six-year-old child? Maybe "mouth of lollipop"

The middle-aged woman looked in the direction of the boy's finger. When Xiao Fat Chen and Yun Che and others fell into the sight, the woman with a fleshy face suddenly became jealous and looked like a cannibal.

"Mom, what are you looking at?"

A brawny man in his twenties walked with a loud voice, and the middle-aged woman scolded her back when she turned back: "Look, look, what do you say about the top ten squads of strength, and a few little white faces Better than you, Mao Zi is pitiful even if you have a lollipop as a son. You said that your father was a bad conscience? The old mother really raised you a waste. Both mother and child are Yan Luo's throat, plus the middle-aged woman also There is no meaning to keep the voice down. For a time, basically everyone in the entire hall looked at them. Yun Che, who was studying the team's name, was no exception. It might be a bit scary. Xiaochen Chen went to the cloud unconsciously. Che leaned forward.

"Mom, isn't it just a few lollipops, and I'll just get them back when I take the team around."

After all, a man is a thick and strong man, making his mother scold like a turtle son in the public, and his face is still a little unsightly, although he is also jealous of how many small white faces have a better mental appearance than they do not know, but I really let others run away and ask someone to ask for a few lollipops. He also has no face.

"No, no, I'm going to eat it now, grandma, grab it for me. Why can he eat it, I can't, grandma."

The child didn't understand the difficulties of his father, he shook his middle-aged woman's hand, and the standard little emperor before the end of the world must have what he wanted, and he would show it to you if he didn't give it.

"Okay,

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