The steamed stuffed bun is here. When he comes back, he can't sleep anymore. His head is full of wath's letting someone kill his mommy.

Little he sat on the bed, his eyes as cold as frost.

Although he is a child, he knows that it is not easy for mommy to raise him and his sister. The most important thing for him in the world is Mommy.

Touch his mommy, that's touch him.

He had to make it clear to Wordsworth that no one could move his favorite woman.

So little steamed stuffed bun sat up and turned on the computer.

He entered a system, in which there was another three-dimensional space map. He easily marked it a few times. Then click the red dot above to switch to wechat.

Their wechat nickname of Doudou group was changed by xiaobaozi. Everyone used their real name. On the one hand, there were few words and it was easy to type. On the other hand, Xie Feng was always wrong before. Little steamed stuffed bun thinks everyone should take care of mentally retarded children.

So everyone used their real names.

Xie Feng: "little steamed stuffed bun, why don't you sleep in the middle of the night?"

Steamed stuffed bun: "I don't like wath. Rob him of some warehouses."

Lixia: "to tell you the truth, I like it very much. You should explode the monitoring of his vault. That's the most useful. I like his vault very much."

LAN Bai: "are you sure you want to explode the vault? The goods have been looking for now. Why did you leave your tail to let him contact you, little steamed stuffed bun?"

Steamed stuffed bun: "declare war directly."

Xie Feng: "so now you mean to let us stand in line?"

Steamed stuffed bun: "do you still need to stand in line?"

Xie Feng: "... Er... Children, you are so smart that you will have no friends."

Steamed stuffed bun: "well, you don't need friends, but your men can."

Xie Feng: "shit! You want me to be your man?"

Little steamed stuffed bun: "all right, don't talk. Wordsworth moved quickly and found me."

Yes, xiaobaozi has received an email from Wordsworth at the moment.

What wath gave the steamed stuffed bun was an email with a virus. Xiaobaozi's own anti-virus software has been destroyed while receiving e-mail.

He quickly tapped the keyboard with his small hand, found the special e-mail box for Wordsworth and replied.

[you don't tell me how to use the virus, but I'm not as mean as you. If you have something, please contact me directly. This is the contact information. Dare you contact me?]

It was the first time that Wordsworth received such an email. Seeing the other party's arrogant tone, Wordsworth was so angry that he gnashed his teeth. Dare you call him mean?

Good. He wants to see who has the guts.

So wath ordered the contact information left by the steamed stuffed bun.

The light in xiaobaozi's room was very good. After the video connection, he first showed wath a wall painting of a children's room.

Wordsworth frowned. "Who are you?"

The steamed stuffed bun poked out his head, blinked innocently, opened his chair and sat on it, "do you know who I am now?"

Seeing the little steamed stuffed bun's face, wath's eyes sank down and said with a sneer: "let Mu Qingyu talk to me!"

"Thanks to Mr. Wordsworth, my father is recovering in the hospital." the little steamed stuffed bun smiled and looked at the man coldly.

At the moment, although he is small, his face is cold. He looks no different from Mu Qingyu. It can even be said that he is stronger than Mu Qingyu.

Wath narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a sneer, "what do you want to do?"

"It's easy to talk to you. But before talking, I want to ask Mr. wath what he thinks of gold?" the little steamed stuffed bun's Obsidian eyes flashed.

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