Rebirth of the 88th: The Farm Wife is a Little Sweet

Crying together, Hu Jiu was startled.

The little milk bag cried more and more sad.

Lu Siming frowned gradually, "Hu Jiu."

Hu Jiu panicked.

Lu Siming said, "throw it away." It's so noisy!

Hu Jiu thought it was not very good. "Boss, after all, it is the future flower of the motherland."

Lu Siming said, "this kind of flower that can only cry is useless when it grows up. Strangle it in swaddling clothes as soon as possible."

"Give you two choices. Lose it and throw it away."

"Dad..." the little milk bag sobbed and suddenly shouted, milk sound, milk sound.

Lu Siming felt a strange feeling in his heart. His father... Seemed to overlap with the crying sound of the child in his dream. It was also milk sound. Listening to the footsteps of Hu Jiu, he suddenly said, "put it down."

Hu Jiu was surprised. "Boss, you won't kill him. Don't say goodbye. At least it's a life."

Little steamed stuffed bun's eyes widened.

Lu Siming angrily smashed the sunglasses on the table, and his face was exposed to the air. The peach blossom eyes under the sunglasses had no focal length, and the pupils were red.

Little steamed stuffed bun looked at these eyes, "uncle, your eyes are so beautiful, like gemstones."

Lu Siming's irritable face slowed down a little. He felt that for the sake of his foresight, he could forgive his noise, "where's your mother?"

When little steamed stuffed bun remembered his sadness in kindergarten, his mouth flattened, "I'm in trouble. My mother will be angry and don't want me." His tears pattered away, but he was wronged.

Hu Jiu asked curiously, "no, what trouble can your mother do without you?" This mother is a little too cruel.

The steamed stuffed bun looked bleak. "Uncle, you put me down first. I'm so uncomfortable."

Hu Jiu put him down. The steamed stuffed bun saw that there was a chair in front of him. He took his short legs and sat down on the stool. Then he held his knees and told the story of the kindergarten.

"Your mother doesn't want you like this?" Lu Siming sneered, "then you might as well be my son."

"Don't..." xiaobaozi strongly refused.

Lu Siming thought he wanted to say that I only wanted my parents.

The little steamed stuffed bun said, "uncle, although you have beautiful gem eyes, you don't deserve my mother."

Lu Siming: "

Oh, I think I'd better lose this bear child.

"Is your mother an immortal?"

"Although my mother used to be stupid and not smart, she has become smart and looks good." The little steamed stuffed bun remembered Guan Chaochu's gentle smile. His big grape eyes were shining, "the heavenly immortals are not as good-looking as her."

If Lu Siming thinks about it.

Hu Jiu asked curiously, "is there such a great beauty in the town? Little darling, what's your mother's name? "

The little steamed stuffed bun thief said proudly, "close the Chaochu, close the Tianmen, open the Chaoyang, and move the Chu."

Lu Siming: "..." it's the crying bag of soft steamed stuffed bun's family.

His face was cold, his fingers knocked rhythmically on the armchair and concluded, "child, your eyes are really not ordinary blind."

And the child is by no means a dream child.

With his genes, he can't have such a crying and stupid child.

The little steamed stuffed bun Committee clutching his stomach, "uncle, do you have anything to eat? I'm hungry."

It's none of his business to starve to death, thought Lu Siming.

In a few seconds.

When he gave the food, he said with a cold look on his face: "inform the people at home to pick up people. If they don't come within an hour, they'll lose him."