Cannon Fodder Is King [Quick Wear]

When I entered the door, I was almost out of mouth. Xie Bowen breathed and shouted: "Dad, you, how did you become this?"

He was interrupted by him, and the Mang Zone wanted a little shakes, and the pen paided from the narrow yellow-based paper to the table, and looked at the original streamer. The colorfulness was lost. Some people are somewhere.

He put down the pen, took the wet towel next to it, while chewing a ginseng: "How is it coming back today, the play of the United States is over?"

"Which is so fast, this is not heard of you, I am coming back, is you better now?" Xie Bowen's face is concerned, no pseudo.

Dao Guangsheng's behalf is not bad, but his son is indeed well, and the three can be filial. With a handsome face that completely inherited Xie Guangsheng's advantages, it looked at a glance.

The Meng Zhixi tried to imitate Xie Guangsheng's tone: "It is much better, I can't worry, why do you do it, you will be, I will feel relieved ..."

"Dad, things are not rushing this time." Xie Bowen helpless, he preventd his dad to play, continue to drive, and quickly transferred the topic: "Right, I will bring you a gift."

I heard this, Xie Bowen's assistant quickly touched him from a bunch of bags from his hand.

Xie Bowen took the tray, and the treasure is open to the front of the Meng Zone.

"I met with Mr. Zhang Zhiping, a famous fan in Travel and Shanghai, and did not expect his daughter to be my fans. Is this not thinking about how you usually love to play fan, so I just lick Mr. Zhang Ask for a, you will see! "

Meng Zi knows that the fan is launched. I only listened to Xie Bowen to continue: "The fan bones are done by sandalwood, the fan is Mr. Li Chuanbo, Mr. Liu Jiasheng."

Li Chuanbo, Liu Jiasheng is a famous painting and calligraphy.

Where is the Meng Zon know that these, the predecessor is also purely for the sake of featuring, and it is really like it.

He tried to shake the rock, and he went to the small goat Hu Hu, and it felt still.

"Yes." Meng Zon knows the praise.

"You like it." Xie Bowen smiled and hesitated: "However, Dad, how is it, how did you become this?"

Meng Zemo smashed the fan: "This is a long saying, your dad, I am also scared because of the disaster, and I am scared by the ghost. I don't have to worry about this, I will go back in a few days."

Said, he took a shot on the shoulders of Xie Bowen, made a face of a eyebrow dance: "Son, wait for your father, my skill is deep, our father and son will never have to see others' face."

"Yes?" Xie Bowen will believe that he accepts the materialist thinking from a small, and it is also looking at Xie Guangsheng, and the deception is greater.

The Meng Zon knows that these originals are to make Xie Bowen have a mental preparation, and it doesn't matter whether he believes.

He only said: "Yes, you don't want to have a sunny in the future."

Xie Bowen's face is slightly changed, he silently: "Really she kills Wanzi?"

"Well, know people know that this is a lesson." Meng Zhu said.

Xie Bowen smiled: "I know."

How do you say that Wan Ziqing is his sister of his father and a mother, and it is impossible to say that there is no feelings in these two years.

It can be again thought of Wan Ziqing's work, disappointment and sad, and add a copy.

It is said that the paragraph is in the door.

Xie Bowen instantly carested: "Uncle Duan."

"Well." The paragraph was sprinkled with him slightly, then he looked to the Meng Zon: "I will pick you up."

"Is there Chen An, why do you come over?" Meng Z is known to open the quilt on his body, while saying.

Chen An is the driver and bodyguard from the derivative.

Section from the vibrate eye slope: "Just is free."

In fact, he is just a ghost, I remembered that the Meng Zon was discharged today, and the ghost made the goddess.

The Meng Zhu knows him, and the bed is picking up.

Xie Bowen met, and quickly helped.

Meng Zhu knows, there are not many things, two sets of burst clothes, a set of tools, a forming symbol, a box of 20 years and 30 years of wild ginseng.

- This box of wild mountains is what he To Han Qin is found, there are more than twenty roots, now I have already eaten half. The blessings of this box of wildcologists, this is only less than four days, and the injuries on the Menz are much better.

Packing up something, the triple is back to home.

When I was going to the meal, I was responsible for cooking. I suddenly ran out from the kitchen. She had a car accident. She was rescued. She worked urgently, I want to go to the hospital.

The paragraph is from the derivation, and then the three people do not show the empty dinner table.

"If you don't, you will sell it!" Xie Bowen sucks the stomach to sucking straight, it is recommended.

He rushed a day today, and there was nothing to eat at noon, and he expected this life to save at night.

"Waiting for takeaway, you will live halfway."

It is impossible to expect Xie Bowen and paragraphs, and these two are the people who refer to the spring water.

The Meng Zhu knows when you stand from the sofa: "I went to the kitchen to see."

Xie Bowen is bright, and the paragraph is shaking from the ears.

When the Meng Zon knows, when you come out from the kitchen, there are more four dishes on the dinner:

Sauce buffalium, hot chicken, steamed squid, fried potato silk and corn rib soup.

"I haven't entered the kitchen for a few years, and the crafts are frank." After that, the Meng Zon looked at the dishes on the table, which was slightly smuggled, and this realized that he habished is the dish of Zhu Zhengqing.

I remembered Zhu Zhengqing, and the Meng Zi wanted to sigh.

Section from the derived a piece of chicken, put it in your mouth, and tasted the squid, and the flavor is naturally more than those craftsmanship, but unexpectedly hosted.

The paragraph is closely holding the fingers of chopsticks, and then I have eaten a bowl of rice unconsciously.

The tableware is washed by Xie Bowen. The Meng Zon has returned to the room early, and meditated.

In the middle of the night, I suddenly came from the ear, and there was no extraction sound, and there was a more intense trend.

The Meng Zi knew opened his eyes and got up and took a bed. On the sound, he came to the paragraph from the door to the door, reached out and screw the handle, did not undeve it. Then I used it, I only heard it, the door opened.

He reached out the light switch on the wall. The glare light illuminated the entire room. The two meters wide beds, and the paragraph was derived into a group, pale, sweating.

The Meng Zon knows people from the nest: "What's wrong?"

The paragraph opened his eyes from Yan Yan, and his mouth: "The stomach, the stomach disease."

"Is there a medicine?" Duan Duan Duan is not more than Xie Bowen, the Meng Zon knows only cares for him to make a child.

"In the drawer in the bed." Said from the derivedness.

The Meng Z is listened, and a few boxes of stomach drugs from the bedside table, and went to the kitchen to burn a pot of hot water.

"Take medicine." The Meng Zon looked up and let him rely on his shoulders.

The difficult to swallow the pills, and the paragraph has been relieved from the derivative, the next moment, a hot water bottle is posted on his lower abdomen.

Hot water is warm, the pain in the stomach is really alleviated.

The paragraph is from the eye, and the eyebrows are gradually soothing.

In this case, the Meng Zhu is so angry. At this time, a familiar smell is scored into his nose, like a mint and like a lotus leaf.

His face is slightly changed, and when he wants to be fine, the odor suddenly disappeared.

His eyes fell to the paragraph that has been retracted from the nest, shake his head.

Probably the illusion.

Meng Z is known, slightly sigh, get up and return to the room.

The next morning, I recall the things that happened last night, and the paragraph was clearly smashed from the warm water bag of the hand.

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