Don't think it's easy to prick the needle, it's a body job, sweating over and over again, and after a night, not only sweating, but also sore hands are not your own.

When the sky was slightly bright, Baochun, who couldn't hold on, yawned, lifted the quilt in a daze, and climbed into bed.

A cloud of heat hit, instantly dispelling the cold air of the early morning, the whole body was surrounded by heat, the limbs were comfortable, and he smashed his mouth a few times comfortably, Baochun couldn't resist and fell asleep.

In the dream, there is a small stove that releases attractive heat, Baochun, who has been frozen all night, is waiting for something, and immediately pounces on it to hug it, but it is really warm, not only warm, but also very soft, soft and soft, and smells very good, a light milk aroma, no matter how good the heating baby, hugged tightly, such a good thing, say nothing and let go.

When the comfortable hara was about to flow out, Baochun suddenly noticed that the small stove in her arms was moving, she was restless, her hand pushed away, and her foot kicked hard, so she rolled directly from the bed to the ground, and her buttocks hurt unconsciously.

This made her angry, her eyes were not focused yet, and she roared, do you have the consciousness of being a stove, what are you pretending to be high in a stove, and don't hold people for warmth, what else do you want to do, I really don't have any professionalism at all...... But when the focus of the light is on and you can see, the person is stupid, and the conversation stops.

Oops, isn't this a cheap son, with angry eyes and a red little face, could he be the stove in his dreams?!

I secretly screamed in my heart that it was not good, but after thinking about it, yes, it's okay for a mother to hold her son, you are a four-year-old child, as for making such a look of being ravaged and embarrassed and angry.

Hey, miss, why are you sitting on the ground? Now that autumn has begun, how cold it is on the ground, hurry up, I'll help you up. Lan Xiang entered the house and was taken aback when she saw Baochun on the ground.

Bao Chun was embarrassed to say that she was kicked out of bed by her bastard son, and was helped up by Lan Xiang, throwing a complaining and accusatory look at the bastard son, and said to Lan Xiang, I don't want to see if I have the potential to practice martial arts.

Lan Xiang was stunned for a while, probably never seen lying on the ground practicing early in the morning, and said: Miss used to dislike dancing with guns and sticks, why did she remember to practice now?

Because I don't want to be thrown away as garbage and kicked as a punching bag again and again. Bao Chun gritted his teeth and glanced at the culprit.

Lan Xiang sighed, looked at her young lady's dark face, and looked at the little young master staring at the wall on the bed, seemed to understand something, put the clothes in her hand on the side of the bed, hesitated for a while, and said, Miss almost didn't sleep all night last night, and she had a needle all night, so this time she was sick, so she could get through it so quickly, Miss can say, you don't have to close the small stone house in the future, you will definitely be able to cure your illness......

I didn't say that. Baochun, who had washed his face, came out of the cubicle, ashamed that I hadn't even diagnosed any disease.

These words carry a smell of anger, can you not be angry, hard work to take care of the night, early in the morning just squinted for a while, was kicked off the bed, put aside who can stand it, come here, she found that her temper is enough to bear, good enough.

Lan Xiang smiled disappre一门ly, it was already good to be able to control it.

Now he can barely stabilize it, but don't you say that the strength of his body is increasing, and it is difficult to say if it is strengthened. Bao Chun said while tying his hair, this long hair, this complicated hairstyle, is simply too disobedient, and it is still loose and unpresentable after fiddling with it for a long time.

Even the strange event of going to Wonderland can try to accept it, such a trivial thing as suddenly not being able to tie her hair is no longer worth caring about, Lan Xiang walked to the dressing mirror, took the comb, and untied it to help her retie it, Miss feels sorry for the little master, and will definitely find a way.

Bao Chun snorted.

The bear child glanced at her deeply, and did not say a word, picked up the clothes beside the bed and put them on, put them on, and lowered his head, but he did not find the shoes he should have on the ground, and then he looked around, and seemed to realize that he was not in his own room, and his brows could not help frowning.

After taking care of Baochun, Lan Xiang went out to prepare breakfast.

Baochun got up from the vanity mirror, turned his head and just saw this scene, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but bend, the bear child was carried over last night, the shoes were in his own room, and Lan Xiang, who hadn't slept all night, probably didn't think about this stubble in the morning, just prepared clothes for people.

At this moment, she was not in a hurry to go out, hugged her chest, leaned her back against the dressing table, looked at the bear son sitting on the edge of the bed, and her mood suddenly improved a lot.

Hey! Son, without shoes, you only have two choices, the first is to go barefoot, and the second is that there are only two of them in the house, and if you don't want to go barefoot, of course you can only turn to her for help.

For the latter, she is very much looking forward to it!

But what happened next made her face green, and instead of beating her barefoot, the bear child did not ask her for help, but summoned the fierce dog Rhubarb.

The fur of rhubarb is not yellow, but pure white, snow-colored white, long and fluffy.

As for what breed, it is not within the scope of Baochun's knowledge, and the size is not large, anyway, it is not that big than a cat.

However, you can't think that people are harmless because they are small, otherwise, they will suffer a big loss.

The door slammed open from the outside, and the dazzling golden sunlight shone in, dyeing the room a vibrant gold.

The white-haired rhubarb trotted in with the golden luster all over his body, and when he saw the bear son next to the bed, the golden luster on the fur seemed to have softened, it was really flattering, and Baochun was very disdainful.

However, soon, the fierce dog noticed Baochun's storage, and the luster turned into flames, instantly lit up the fierce skill, and rushed towards Baochun with a roar.

Baochun didn't think about it, so he jumped on the bed, hid behind the bear son, shamelessly seeking a backer, and the fierce dog was only obedient like a cat in front of his son.

Don't touch me! Before Baochun's hand could grab his son's arm, he was stopped by him coldly, and his voice was indescribably disgusted.

Baochun was stunned for a moment, although his heart was very hurt, but he didn't care about a child, he waved his hand, didn't touch, didn't touch, didn't he touch it.

After a pause, she said again: Actually, there is no need for our mother to be so unfamiliar, you are my son, I am your mother, and you are the most important person in your mother's heart, and you are the person who loves you the most......

The bear son snorted sarcastically suddenly, so that Baochun's words full of emotion could no longer be spoken, but he repeated unwillingly, my mother really loves you.

Bring your shoes. The bear son ignored her and ordered the fierce dog Rhubarb.

The fierce dog barked at her menacingly, and then turned and went out, and in less than two minutes, he ran in again with a pair of shoes in his hand, and put his legs in front of the bear son, and did not forget to bark at her when he looked up.

Baochun is full of black lines, and he has searched for dozens of dishes related to dog meat.

When she walked out of the room, she saw the golden sun hanging on the top of the mountain, the sky was blue, and in a clearing somewhere in the courtyard, one big and one small were punching one by one.

The big one is Uncle Ma, and the small one is her cheap son.

Without the awakening of the monster, the strength of the bear son obviously cannot be compared with yesterday, but, despite this, in her eyes, the little fist is also a tiger and a tiger, and she dare not underestimate it, and it is more than enough to beat her.

Baochun, who is congested, is really thinking about whether to practice a one-and-a-half-trick, not looking forward to becoming a master, at least not to be thrown away as a sandbag.

Behind the two of them, Baochun followed the gourd to draw a scoop, but the gourd turned too fast, and she couldn't keep up with the scoop at all.

Uncle Ma seems to have noticed that the speed of boxing has gradually slowed down a lot, but no matter how slow it is, for Baochun, a layman, it is also a very high problem.

Kicked out his right foot, due to the excessive force, coupled with the unstable center of the left foot, with a snort, Baochun fell to the ground cleanly, in front of the bear son and Uncle Ma, it was a wolf bèi unbearable, no image at all, and it was self-inflicted, and now it is not only heartbroken, but desperate.

Miss, didn't fall. Uncle Ma, who had been paying attention, hurriedly stopped.

How could she not fall, her ass, since she came here, it has been in close contact with the earth again and again, and she has a posture that lingers forever.

Baochun, who was in pain, grinned his teeth, stood up with Uncle Ma's arm, barely squeezed out a smile, and said to Uncle Ma, he was so angry.

Uncle Ma helped her to sit down on the chair next to her, and as soon as she was next to her, she jumped up immediately in pain, and the chair was too hard.

The cheap son who had stopped early seemed to have a smile in his eyes.

Uncle Ma next to him also didn't dare to laugh, his face was about to twist, and his expression felt even more uncomfortable than Baochun.

Finding a soft cushion to cushion, Baochun sat down stiffly, and suddenly felt embarrassed, if there was a crack in the ground, she would have gotten in.

But the cheap son was too inconsiderate of his mother, so he squinted at her and hummed: I can't walk, I just want to jump.

Hey, how do you speak, I'm your mother, you talk to your elders like this, morality and etiquette, no one teaches you? Baochun was a little annoyed and angry.

No one taught. The bear child hugged his chest and squinted his eyes.

You...... Baochun was angry and incoherent.

Miss, you calm your anger first. Uncle Ma dissuaded, mainly because the young master had a special body, so he taught some martial arts first, which didn't take care of enlightenment.

After a pause, in fact, what the little young master said also makes sense, this martial arts practice is to practice the basic skills first, you are easy to get hurt like this, because you were not interested before, I thought you were just for fun, if you really want to learn, let's learn the basics first......

Baochun's eyes lit up, and Uncle Ma over there saw that the following words were a little unspeakable, your age, your age...... After pondering for a while, he finally said: Your current age is past the best period for practicing martial arts, so let's take it as a good body.

Get fit? Baochun is gone, there are many ways to strengthen the body, Tai Chi, Tai Chi sword, yoga, so you can't keep fit, that's not easier than these, she can practice this hard work, she sat down with some disappointment, waved her hand, forget it, my arms and legs are probably not the material for practice, my son just practiced well, and I will count on him to protect my mother in the future.

The bear son didn't react, and he didn't give face.

Uncle Ma said: The young master's qualifications are very good, and he is particularly talented in martial arts.

Can you have no talent, once you get sick, it will be a catastrophe that no one can resist!

It's a pity for me to teach, if I can find a good teacher, the achievements are limitless. Uncle Ma said regretfully.

The bear boy said, "No."

This appearance is arrogant enough, but Baochun doesn't quite agree with Uncle Ma's words, how much achievement is considered an achievement, I don't want him to have any ability, as long as he has a good time.

Uncle Ma probably thought of the little master's illness, nodded and said, what the young lady said is very true.

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The comment area is a little quiet, won't all Yangwen go, it seems that the charm of Baochun's classmates needs to be strengthened!