Chief, Love for you is wrong

If Mo Bai doesn't do anything, he will simply sit at the table and look for problems with his son one by one and exchange interests directly. This is no less than a transaction of goods. The one with the highest price will get it! This is an insult to Xun 11 and his son, and if he does, Mo Bai will not be Mo Bai! Not even the younger brother taught by Qin Jing!

"Therefore, this method is extremely stupid and undesirable!" byson snorted contemptuously.

Wen Jili only scratched his lips and didn't answer. People with different values will never understand some practices. If Mo Bai were really stupid, he wouldn't think of doing anything in the sand.

Force is the law of ancient times. The strong man wins. Especially in some primitive tribes, the strong are still respected. Mo Bai came for his daughter and children. He fought only by force, crazy and fierce!

His actions, the man's wild and domineering swing incisively and vividly!

*****

Looking at the little boy in front of you, it's unnecessary for others to say that he is Mo Bai's son. When you see the little boy in the street, you will doubt whether the boy is Mo Bai's lost son somewhere.

Like, too like, it's too like!

The short hair, the exquisite face, the thick and warped eyelashes, the faint red lips, the bridge of the nose, and a pair of indifferent shallow pupils under the oblique flying eyebrows, the person in front of me is a reduced version of Mo Bai!

The man who was concentrating on writing brush saw that someone nearby had been looking at him, which made him feel different from the servants who usually came in. He just looked up and saw the appearance of the visitor. He put down the brush, stood up quickly, folded his hands in front of his abdomen, and bent slightly by a little gentleman. "Hello, uncle. My name is dream. I'm the child of my mother and Mo Bai. I'm almost 7 years old."

I'm not surprised at the name of seeking dreams. It should be the teaching of seeking one by one. Wen Jili went over and took the rice paper that Xunming had just written and looked at it. The writing method was slightly vigorous and had a good foundation. It seems that the calligraphy teacher xunmi found for him one by one is the top.

Wen Jili nodded and said with a smile, "how long have you been practicing?"

"Back to my uncle, I began to practice at the age of 3. My mother said that this is my father's hometown character, so let Xunming practice well. When Xunming practiced the character skillfully and beautifully, and recognized all the words in my hometown, my father would take Xunming home." after greeting, Xunming hung his hands on his side, looked at the calligraphy and painting, and answered faintly.

"Do you want to dad?" when he put down the rice paper, Wen Jili looked up and gently rubbed his dream seeking head. The little boy's tone of voice was also very similar to Mo Bai. It was light, light and not emotional.

After thinking about it for a while, he sipped his lips, "think." after thinking about it for a while, he looked up again, his shallow pupil was confused and eager, "did my uncle take my aunt and her daughter home?"

Looking for a dream made Wen Jili not respond for a while. Instead, he hooked his lips and smiled, "I took it home two months ago." as soon as looking for a dream, his exquisite face immediately showed joy, and his shallow pupil became divine. Although it was light, the whole person suddenly had vitality.

"Mom didn't lie to me. When he used to take Xunming to see his aunt, she said that my uncle would take my aunt and her daughter home in the future. My mother said that Xunming was the same, and my father would take us home in the future."

Looking for a dream was a little excited. The young white face was a little red, and thin red rushed on both cheeks. It was very beautiful.