Mi Bao was three and a half years old, and was favored by the big bosses in the capital

When Liu Lang said this, he was purely comparing his heart with his heart.

If it wasn't for his being too short and lacking in strength, how could he give others the chance to hold Mi Bao?

Looking down at his short legs, Liu Lang was secretly depressed.

But Ono is different. Although Ono is one year younger than the fourth brother, he looks taller than the fourth brother, and he is also stronger. Holding Mibao is an easy thing. With this condition, How could it be possible to watch someone else hold Mibao?

Liu Lang's eyes were burning, and he had already decided in his heart that he was right.

Anyway, Ono is at least one of his own, and it is better to let Ono hug him than to let the sixth son hug him.

Liu Lang glanced at Huang Zhuolei provocatively and gloatingly, hum, if the second brother and the others were not too polite, he wouldn't have had the chance to hug Mibao just now!
Huang Zhuolei didn't notice Liu Lang's eyes, and he didn't feel ashamed when he fell down, so he stood up naturally, bent down and patted the dirt on his body, and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's just that I accidentally sprained my head just now. Fortunately, he picked up Mibao just now, otherwise Mibao would have fallen with me."

Hearing what he said, everyone understood what was going on.

San Lang went forward to check Mi Bao with concern, and asked, "Are you injured?"

Mi Bao shook his head, "Third brother, I'm fine, my little brother hugged me."

As she spoke, her two arms hugged Shan Ye's neck intimately.

Her unconscious intimacy eased Shan Ye's face a little, but he said seriously: "Your legs are fine, why don't you run by yourself, and let others run behind your back?"

Mi Bao: "My legs are too short to run them."

"If you can't run, just run slowly. With so many people here, you are the youngest. Don't they let you?"

Shan Ye glanced at the others.

Everyone could hear that he was angry. Seeing his eyes sweeping over, they shrunk their necks in unison, and then shook their heads.

"Of course we have to give in to Mi Bao. I will never compete with Mi Bao!" Liu Lang responded proudly with confidence.

Sansan raised her hand, "Me too!"

The two young ones deserved to be so active, embarrassing the big ones, but fortunately, Shan Ye didn't say anything, and left with Mibao in his arms.

Huang Zhuolei looked at the back of them leaving, and touched Erlang beside him with his elbow, "Which brother is this from your family? It looks a bit fierce."

"It's not our brother." Erlang shook his head, "He is my sister's foster husband."

"Tong Yangfu?!" Huang Zhuolei's eyes widened, "Is it the Tong Yangfu I understand?"

Jiro nodded.

Huang Zhuolei clicked his tongue, "Where did your family find Tong Yangfu? It doesn't look like he came from a poor family."

Huang Zhiguang has a wide range of friends, he has all kinds of friends from all walks of life, and he often invites friends to his home as guests.

Huang Zhuolei's personality is just like his father's, and he also loves to make friends. Moreover, he has seen many people under his influence, and has developed a good eye for seeing people.

The first time he saw Shan Ye, he could see that the other party's temperament was extraordinary.

Such a person is actually someone else's foster husband?
Huang Zhuolei couldn't believe it.

Erlang raised his eyebrows, "Our Xiaoye really came from a poor family. But he is very good in terms of appearance and temperament, and he is only slightly worse than me. Under such circumstances, you will be wrong. understand."