"Wait. Ye still has a few words that he has to ask Rourou in person. ”

As soon as Feng Wuwu's words fell, the six stunning young men changed into green willow-colored brocade robes one after another, and enthusiastically surrounded Feng Wuwu.

"Xianggong ~ I waited for a day of hard training, and finally mastered the true meaning of the 'broadcast gymnastics' dance steps that you choreographed by yourself!" Zhenzhen's face was happy, and she threw a wink at Feng Wuwu coincidentally.

Love, pity, purity, fluttering, and softness echoed together, "Xianggong ~ The slave family is ugly!" ”

Jun Moran got up suddenly, hugged Feng Wuwu in his arms domineeringly, and coldly scolded the charming and colorful little man, "Get out." ”

Zhenzhen pursed her mouth, her nose was sour, and she was crying, and I felt pity.

Immediately afterwards, the other five young men also hugged their heads and cried.

However, it is worth affirming that their demeanor management is indeed in place.

Crying loudly, his face is still beautiful and lovely, and his voice is still tactful.

"Feng Wuwu, do you want this king, or do you want them?"

Jun Mo was angry, and he couldn't get used to men crying and crying.

But the six men in front of him have no integrity at all, and they are used to using bitter meat tricks.

He was really worried, but Feng Wuwu's eyes opened when he saw it, and he really fell in love with them.

Feng Wuwu sneered and said, "Old men will hurt people, so naturally I want to choose one that will hurt people." ”

Jun Mo was choked, Feng Wuwu obviously chose him, but he was not happy at all!

Where is he old?

Obviously only four years old, he still talks about his age all day long!

Jun Mo was stunned, he pinched Feng Wuwu's thin waist with one hand, coercing and seducing, "This king's treasure knife is not old, if you don't believe it, you can see your knowledge!" ”

Feng Wuwu nodded heavily, she really wanted to open her eyes a little.

After all, there are really a lot of warblers and Yanyan around Jun Moran, so it is better to strike first.

The six young men were tired of seeing each other and were very unconvinced.

In the next moment, the six of them lined up, stepping in unison, "The eagle takes off, get ready!" ”

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight."

"Two-two-three-four, five-six-seven-eight."

………

For a while, Feng Wuwu seemed to be weathered, and froze in place.

She didn't expect that this group of men could interpret "radio gymnastics" so enchantingly.

Jun Moran swept his eyes disdainfully, scratched his head, twisted his waist and shook his hips, and from time to time he shook his buttocks twice, his stomach turned over and over, and he almost vomited the overnight meal.

"Feng Wuwu, do you like this?" Jun Mo Ran twitched the corners of his mouth frantically, and he began to question Feng Wuwu's eyes a little.

"Don't underestimate this 'radio gymnastics'! It can not only beautify the body, but also exercise the body. Feng Wuwu said solemnly.

Jun Moran was very unhappy in his heart, and directly threw out a stack of silver tickets, "Severance pay." ”

"The slave family is not leaving! The slave family is born as a person of the father, and death is the ghost of the father. The six young men said in unison.

"Slave go!"

Feng Wuwu's eyes lit up, staring at the silver ticket in Jun Moran's hand, eager to stick his whole body on.

Jun Moran's face suddenly sank, he pressed Feng Wuwu's head with one hand, and at the same time intimidated the six young men in front of him, "Don't go?" Then die. ”

"Regent spare!"

"Let's go!"

"Xianggong, there is no chance in this life, we will continue in the next life~"

………

In addition to Rourou, the other five young men received generous severance pay and rushed to the door of the infirmary.