Quick Transmigration: Ten Thousand Worlds Charter Woman

Chapter 309 Misty Town 1
Yu Min has always been extremely sure of her baby's gender.

So Yu Shenghuan’s children not only named them early, but also baby girl items in pink, from cribs, strollers and even feeding bottles.

When most Chinese see a baby in pink, they will habitually think it is a girl.

"This little girl is so cute!"

Yu Shenghuan had a full moon, and He Xiaoman held a family banquet, but there were still people who knew the news came over to accompany him, such as the wife of Zheng He, a luxury car amateur, and the couple had a good job arrangement. Brain powder.

Spend more than 300 yuan to tie a small silver lock to the baby, which is also a distraction.

It's just that as soon as the word "little girl" came out, Yu Shenghuan's face turned black.

Xiaopang kicked the little silver lock to the ground with three kicks and two kicks.

"Oh, this little girl has a really big temper. She is not easy to provoke. Others in the future will bully us." Zheng He's daughter-in-law picked up all the nice words, but seeing the face of the little fat friend of the ghost king became more and more ugly.

He Xiaoman's stomach hurts from laughing next to him.

This third aunt is simple.

One knife after another stabbed vigorously, the knife did not leave the mouth socket.

"This is my son." Yu Min could only explain.

Zheng He's daughter-in-law widened her eyes immediately, looked at Yu Min and then at Yu Shenghuan, then laughed and said, "Oh, it's my fault, it's all my fault because I thought this child was so beautiful and thought it was a girl. How are you son, This boy and girl have a bright future, Yu Min will be blessed in the future."

Zheng He's wife took a look at Yu Min's pink and pink room, and left in embarrassment.

It's no wonder that people misunderstood the pink quilt, the small powder blue apron, and the water pink mosquito net with flowers and plants.

Afterwards, Yu Shenghuan's chubby friend's face was always ugly.

That's why Yu Min dragged He Xiaoman to accompany her to repurchase, and all the baby's things were replaced with blue ones, and the patterns were also Shuke Beta Iron Man.

The ghost king almost never cried, but although he was the ghost king, although he knew everything in his heart, he was just a little baby now, and he had to make a "cricket" sound when he was hungry. Zhang Caihua couldn't help but be surprised.

"I have never seen such a well-behaved and sensible child in my life. Look at her, she never cries or makes trouble, and rarely pees her pants. She is clean and sensible. Xiao Min, how many lifetimes have you cultivated to get such a baby? It's not like our family He Xiaoman..."

He Xiaoman rolled his eyes and came again.

As long as my mother praises the ghost king, she must use her as a negative example.

"It is said that when He Xiaoman was two years old when he peed with his own hands, he cried and called his mother that it was leaked, it was leaked; it is said that He Xiaoman stole watermelon when he was three years old, and ate himself in the watermelon; it is said that He Xiaoman was four years old When I was [-] years old, I had diarrhea once, and unfortunately collapsed in the process..."

"Giggle, hehehe, haha, giggle~"

The child Yu Shenghuan blushed with laughter, grabbed his fat foot with one hand and turned over and over on the crib.

"Oh my god, can this kid understand us?" Zhang Caihua was so surprised that she couldn't be more surprised, and then said in surprise and joy: "Nuan is a genius, he can turn over in just a month, my God! I listened to stories, and I will tell you about when Xiao was five years old..."

The ghost king squinted at He Xiaoman while playing with his fat toes.

He Xiaoman has nothing to love in his life: Bubu, let's do the task.

--okay!
……

……

"I fucking said to do the mission, I didn't say to do the mission now!"

——It's all here...

Looking at the gray and misty world, He Xiaoman was a little bit crazy.

I hate calling the bulletin board a housekeeper. I mean, a poor housekeeper like Bubu on the booth can apply for a replacement as a pitiful homeowner?

——It’s okay to change, first return the popularity and nodes owed to me.

"It's fine if I owe him the universe, when will I owe you again?"

——When you pretend to be a thin donkey and shit hard, and you don’t listen to advice and insist on saving that big machine.Otherwise, do you think that you, a small informal homeowner, can make such a great feat across borders?You are an ultra-dimensional operation, and you will know how difficult it is before you wake up after the big machine uses an ultra-dimensional operation.And I, your little Bubu, took the risk of being liquidated to help you with illegal ultra-dimensional operations and owed the same amount of foreign debt as you. Now that the newcomer is better than the old one, you are about to change, huh~
He Xiaoman's head got dizzy when he heard it, and she was still dragging famine on the bulletin board with her feelings!
She really wants to find someone to chat with!

"You said that if we sell him while the wind is sleeping, can we settle our debts?"

--Pooh!You were the one who was saved back then, but you are the one who is going to be sold now, you scumbag!
He Xiaoman: o(╥﹏╥)o
"Let's go to work."

--okay!
He Xiaoman looked at the thicker and thicker fog around him, and said in a low voice, "Boob, send me the plot and mission."

——The task this time is to stay alive, and the plot this time has no plot.

Grass, it is a plant.

He Xiaoman had no choice but to continue the original movement of this body with blank steps - walking forward.

She didn't know her identity, and she didn't know what she was going to do, she just walked forward blankly.

Fortunately, before going far, a four-story building appeared in front of him - Old Mark's Convenience Store.

Some information about this convenience store automatically appeared in He Xiaoman's mind.

Although the name is Old Mark, it has nothing to do with Mark, because Mark is dead, and his widow sold the convenience store to a pair of brothers. The only supermarket is larger in scale and more complete in items.

Of course, unlike those gas station convenience stores, its services are more diversified, but it cannot refuel.

He Xiaoman lowered his head to look at the banknotes in his hand. There was a beautiful head printed on it in various colors, but it was neither a dollar nor a British pound. It was just a currency that He Xiaoman had never seen before.

"Buy me two bottles of old guns, two instant burgers, a big fried chicken, and you can buy a piece of bread for the rest."

A picture of a man with a scar at the corner of his eye giving her orders flashed in her mind.

The moment the man's picture appeared, He Xiaoman's body flinched habitually.

The door of the convenience store was closed, and there were not many people in the convenience store who got up early.

The tempered glass door, which had been wiped clean, was covered with fine droplets of mist and condensation.

He Xiaoman still saw clearly the image of his host this time on the glass door through the hazy fog.

He is about 1.5 meters tall, with sparse and soft black hair tied into a messy and fluffy ponytail. I don't know if it's because of rushing or the endless fog. A few strands of hair stick to his forehead.

He is a caucasian in his mid-fifteens.

The little girl's clothes were also very ordinary, a pair of washed white black jeans, a shoulder-cut cotton T-shirt, and a pair of dirty hole shoes under her feet.

He Xiaoman pushed open the glass door and walked in. A black clerk was muttering and cursing.

(End of this chapter)