After Becoming a Little |

Aliya reached over and rubbed her baby's fat face: "What did you say before? Adults don't care about children running around, right? Then how can I confirm that you are still a child? Where is the child?"

Xiong Luoli's wisdom is increasing day by day, but this also means that many times, Xiong Luoli's actions are just habitually maintaining her original image in front of people.

Tsk!This little guy...

"Ummmmmm——" Xiong Luoli struggled under Aliya's clutches: "Let me go! I didn't!"

"you have not?"

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooants on me again!"

Aliya looked at her back—or at the faint light of the soul that was about to enter the SSR level, feeling a little emotional.

Even if they can't grow up in size, the two daughters of the Taoist nun in white have completed part of the new human vision, right?

Xiong Luoli cried and ran around the living room, and found that her sister hadn't finished taking a shower, so she ran back again, and approached Alia nonchalantly: "New game? Is it fun?"

"I don't know, it should be okay, I've listened to the new DLC that others have been playing for a long time." Aliya picked her up and put her in her arms: "You don't go to bed yet, your sister will scold you again later. "

"My sister is in a bad mood. If I don't sleep, I can divert her attention and keep her from thinking about other things." Xiong Luoli muttered, twisting her body in Aliya's arms and adjusting her sitting posture.

"I don't know how to treat you in the future. Should I treat you like a brat, or should I treat you like a little genius pretending to be a brat."

As Aliya said so, she didn't bow her head, but just held the handle and rubbed the joystick above, choosing the options on the page, her pupils reflecting the mottled brilliance on the screen.

The impassioned background music of the game came out of the earphones she had put on her head, and Xiong Luoli sat in her arms, and what she said in a low voice was like a faint murmur, which couldn't be heard clearly.

Maybe it's not true?

"If I wasn't a child...my sister wouldn't be with me like this..."

Aliya raised the corners of her mouth and looked down at Loli Xiong in her arms: "Playing games?"

"Play!"

"I won't let you play~"

"...What do you mean?"

"Your sister has finished taking a bath."

"Hey!" Xiong Luoli jumped out of her arms, crying and ran towards the living room: "Sister! She snatched my game console! Don't let me play it!"

"Huh? Xiaomei, are you still sleeping?" The swaying door of the room cut off the sound of the living room, and only the dissatisfaction of Lianhua could be faintly heard: "You don't sleep...tomorrow...you...take a nap... "

Aliya shook her head, turned her gaze to the screen, and put on the earphones again.

Bear loli?

Heh... Xiong Loli...

PS: continue tomorrow

Chapter 691 0680-Seeing All Beings · Shock Bomb Throwing Preparations (To make up for last night's update error

A night without Xiong Loli hugging and sleeping is incomplete.

Alia woke up early in the morning and found that she didn't sleep very soundly-mainly because she groped around for a while and couldn't find her pillow.

Where is my Bear Pillow?

Such a big one!It was still there last night!

Then she realized with dazed eyes that Xiong Luoli went to use her sister as a pillow.

Although with the warmth and softness of the lotus, it is not certain who will hug whom.

heh, woman...

Aliya got up and looked at the time. It was still early when she was scheduled to go to the Ninth Bureau Research Institute to receive the second experimental vaccine. It was only dawn at this moment.

She yawned and sat on the bed to sort out today's schedule.

The first is to get vaccinated, so as to bury the opportunity for your body to collapse.

Then I went to pick up people at the airport. Although my father talked about Dongshan University, he only needed to make a phone call to say that he wanted to pick up my mother, and he would definitely rush to the airport.

Then there is the scene of preparing to shock the mother, anyway, every time the mother comes home, she has to see her daughter pretending to be dead.

So how do you pretend to be dead?

Aliya stared at the void in front of her face, should she find a few gangsters to act or something to scare herself?

But in that case, the script would seem too clumsy...

Although she had a great goal, but couldn't find a suitable script, Aliya scratched her hair in distress.

Traditional opera has to pay attention to a series of twists and turns. I can't go to the airport and fall to the street on the spot, and then draw an arrow on the ground with my hand to say that as long as I don't stop, I will be ahead, right?

This kind of 8 lines is not natural enough, my mother will definitely find out that she is wrong halfway,

After thinking for a while, Alia, who will not find a good inspiration for a while, decided to talk about it later-ask her best girlfriend later.

The khaki-colored elder sister must have a good idea. If it doesn't work, let her shoot herself in front of everyone!

Sacrifice a good girlfriend or something, she has no psychological pressure at all.

Just as she was thinking, the door of the room was pushed open, and Xiong Luoli poked her head in: "Are you going to build a snowman later?"

"... Where did you get the Frozen script?"

"Didn't Dongshan University say that there is an indoor ski resort? They have been making artificial snow since last night."

Although Xiong Luoli has been to Swisselbia, Sweden, and Switzerland, and has seen real snow that is soft, waxy and smooth, it doesn't mean that she doesn't like artificial snow.

On the tropical island of Worry-free Island, she didn't even have to play with artificial snow, she could only pour ice cubes for drinking in the refrigerator to cool off the heat.

"Aren't you going, kid?" Aliya was not very happy when she recalled the snow in the other world.

When she went to another world, the snow fell earlier than in previous years.

As a result, Alia, who was able to single-handedly kill a small monster like the Wind Wolf, was almost frozen to death in the depths of the dense forest, which made her have a natural fear of winter for a long time.

But that kind of unhappiness has actually disappeared in the long river of memory. Now she doesn't like snow because it snowed heavily on the day when Sister Shenxian fell asleep not long ago.

Whether it is to vent anger or not to love, it is nothing more than to find some excuses for myself.

Xiong Luoli closed the door without knowing why: "You people at Huanxiguan are so strange, you don't seem to like snow."

Alia didn't like it, and neither did the white-clothed nun—even the white-clothed nun hated the snowy winter.

This was a rare time for the other party to show such strong emotions, and Xiong Luoli was also deeply impressed.

Little Aunt Li Guang looked up at the ceiling, thought for a while, and said softly: "Behind this, there may be a not-so-pleasant story..."

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Dongshan New Baiyun Bridge International Airport

How powerful this airport is, everyone has long been familiar with it.

However, an international airport may not be able to gather several super-large private airliners that can fly intercontinental routes-the last international airport with such a card must be the Dubai International Airport in Dubai.

The plane of Spicy Chicken Shredded is already preparing to land, and the tower on the ground is still muttering why so many rich people have come to Dongshan City for a stroll recently.

Could it be that they all came to watch the World Expo?There were only two last night, and another one today. If they are all small commercial airliners, that's all. They have seen the world.

But this kind of regional airliner is converted into a private jet, tsk tsk tsk, even those practitioners who are used to seeing aircraft can still use it for chatting after dinner.

My mother blamed that the plane she took was not a private jet, but it was also the largest Airbus A380 of the same model. The movement of such a big fat man landing attracted the attention of many passengers.

In fact, my mother did not ask Aliya or Ai Rulong to pick up the plane. Although she was moved by the text message on the plane last time and shed a few tears, it does not mean that she has changed the plane. After that, she can instantly become that kind mother monster who loves her husband and daughter tenderly.

The mother's monster is still the mother's monster, the familiar formula, the familiar taste, the familiar too obsessive and obstinate.

The people from the Ninth Bureau have been waiting for a long time, and Baili is still wearing the white trench coat she wears all year round-in fact, she has three identical styles in her closet.

Others thought that she was trying to maintain her own style and form a personal symbol with a similar image impression.

But in fact, she just gritted her teeth and bought it when she saw that buying three pieces of this dress could be combined at a discount. She originally thought that she would sell two pieces after she came back, such as the little yellow croaker hanging on it.

But later she discovered that she had overestimated her subjective initiative and underestimated the attributes of a clothes shelf that she had cultivated through years of exercise.

The clothes others wear are either bamboo poles with sacks or short-legged bread monsters. Those colleagues around her with long legs, after trying them, all stay away from them. It is conceivable that those on the Internet must rely on powerful photo editing capabilities to be able to wear them. Figure out what a superficial woman with legs all from the neck down looks like.

sell clothes?

Heh, this little bitch is definitely here to show off...

After hanging for a while with no results, she simply changed and washed it by herself. Anyway, the windbreaker is durable. As long as you walk with the wind, under normal circumstances, no one will care if your windbreaker has not been washed once in three weeks. up.

People who sell clothes even dare to say that windbreakers and jackets are washed once a year. Anyway, whether customers believe it or not, they themselves believe it.

But today, Bai Li, who was walking with wind, was standing at the exit gate of the terminal building, staring at a familiar but unfamiliar rookie.

The rookie blinked, looked back at the Bichi reporter beside him who was swiping his mobile phone, and then looked back at Bai Li, feeling a little hesitant to turn the corner.

Is this any big news?

Baili has a headache - why is there such a guy everywhere?

She doesn't like reporters very much, because of work, many things in the dark world are kept secret.

Let alone facing the reporters, she couldn't talk too much to her own mother who was eating melon seeds and watching soap operas all day long in Mount Emei.

And the reporter also likes to break the casserole and ask the end, but she can't do anything to the other party.

What can journalists in their own country do?At most a verbal warning.

If journalists from other countries did the rookie's behavior of sneaking into the headquarters of the Ninth Bureau and running around, she would have already put on the big hat of a dark world intelligence officer, and at least she would have to squat next to the radiator for ten minutes. Day and half a month to warn others.

After thinking for a while, she squeezed out a stiff smile: "Morning."

"Morning." The rookie thought for a while, took out his pocket, and took out a voice recorder: "Can I interview you?"

"No, I can't!" Baili's face became serious instantly: "Our job is to—"

"Oh, that's fine."