"Okay, okay, I don't call it a child bride, but Xiao Momo, okay?"

Gu Ze glared at Jiang Ci and Yan one by one and continued to eat biscuits.

Actually, it's strange.

You said that the little beggar picked up by Brother Ci is not the best name, so he must be called Lin Mo?

Thinking of Lin Mo before.

Gu Ze didn't even make a fuss!

Brother Ci was shot and slept for half a year!

The boy didn't see a single shadow!

Brother Ci was so kind to her at the beginning.

It's just feeding dogs!

It would be best that Lin Mo would never appear in front of him again!

Otherwise, he would have hammered her dog's head!

...

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Lin Mo was sewing clothes for Lin Que himself, and he couldn't help but sneeze.

That boy Lin Que was crawling around in the room.

I heard Lin Mo sneeze.

Grizzly laughed.

The palm of his palm was slapped in front of him.

He looked like "Hurry up and applaud me! Why don't you applaud?"

Lin Mo: “…”

Too real?

Who is the child’s gene inherited?

I am simply afraid that the world will not be in chaos.

"Momo Mom."

The little guy sat cross-legged on the carpet.

The little guy over one year old is already fluent in speaking even better than an adult.

Lin Mo had no doubt at all that she actually gave birth to "Nezha."

"Speak if you have something, and let go if you have fart." Facing Lin Que, Lin Mo almost lost all his cultivation.

It's really no wonder she is.

This kid almost burned the kitchen of the terrorist organization alliance a month ago.

When he was punished to face the wall and think about his mistakes, he not only did not cry or make a fuss.

I was still writing a bunch of "ghost painting talismans" with black charcoal in a twist on the wall.

When Lin Mo went to see it at night, he almost got smoke from his seven orifices.

Pointing at him and asking, "What is this?"

Lin Queque looked innocent and innocent: "Calligraphy? Didn't Momo ask me to practice calligraphy?"

Lin Mo: "You use black charcoal to draw talismans for me here, and tell me to practice calligraphy?"

Lin Queque: "The black charcoal is also ink, and ink is also ink. Why can't black charcoal be used to practice calligraphy?"

Lin Mo: "!!!"

She felt that Lin Que must have been left to her in his previous life, and his father gave her to collect debts!

More than that.

Last week, he also pulled out a very elderly grandfather in the terrorist organization and had his beard!

Last week, I cut a hole in the skirt of a young lady who was in charge of the food and clothing department with scissors.

It was still the same as on the butt, which made people work in the terrorist organization alliance for a day, and was also ridiculed for a day.

The behavior is simply evil!

However, every time, Lin Mo punished him, no matter how he cleaned up, he would not cry.

Lin Mo felt that she was a little careless.

today.

Looking at the boy's eyes, he turned around and saw that there was nothing good.

As expected.

The boy opened his mouth and said in a silence: "Momo Mo, can you give a corpse to play with? Both men and women are fine, I'm so bored."

Lin Mo: "!!!"

"roll!"

"Yeah, how can you let someone get out? Momo Mom, I am your son, a piece of meat that fell off your body, how can you let someone get out~"

The little guy accused him in a silly voice.

The fleshy wrist wearing a red rope pointed at Lin Mo with a heartbroken performance.

Lin Mo was about to take out her bamboo pole and beat him up.
Chapter completed!