"Want to try driving?" Mr. Bismarck crouched down and asked.

Queenie looks at Vika.

Vika nodded, "If you want, go ahead and try it." ”

Queenie then got into the driver's seat with the help of Mr. Bismarck.

A child seat with a safety strap is specially arranged here.

"Don't worry, Miss Torres, my son Fabian heard that there is a little brother, so he specially ordered this chair in an expedited way."

Vika politely replied, "Your son is very thoughtful. ”

When it came time to get into the pumpkin cart, Vika sat on the side closer to the driver's seat. Although it is an upside-down seat, this position is closest to Queenie, so if there is an accident, it is better to act urgently.

She reached out and touched Queenie's head, "Don't be afraid, I'm behind you." ”

"Hmm!" Queenie suddenly had confidence.

Mrs. Bismarck covered her mouth and smiled, "Oh, Miss Torres, please rest assured. Although Fabian's reputation is a little unreliable, he has been looking forward to this little brother for a long time, and said that he will build a tree house with his little brother. ”

Hehe, that sounds good. Vika politely replied, "Makes you laugh." Queenie is still young, if there is anything wrong, please bear with me. If you have any questions, please contact me. ”

Mrs. Bismarck's beautiful eyes narrowed: "Oh? In that case, why don't we add friends? ”

What the? Is she just saying polite words?

In addition, why did she think that this Sirius lady who was in her 80s but still looked like she was in her 20s was very, very familiar?

Probably, good-looking people have something in common?

After exchanging the terminal number.

Vika smiled politely, she wasn't good at words, and it wouldn't be good if she accidentally got caught.

She turned her gaze to Queenie.

Mr. Bismarck occasionally hinted at it, because there was no fork in the road, but he really figured out some little tricks.

At this time, they were walking through an olive grove. On both sides of the straight road, tall trees stand.

Some resemble olive trees, but much thicker.

Suddenly, something burst through the air.

Vika didn't care about the image, stretched out most of his body, and blocked the hidden weapon with his hand.

Mr. Bismarck hurriedly stopped the carriage.

The hidden weapon grunted and rolled down at Queenie's feet.

Olive?

"Hehe, probably a squirrel." Mr. Bismarck looked a little embarrassed and said, "I'm sorry." ”

Queenie was delighted,

Vika stepped on the stool and squeezed through the gap between the two. The driver's seat is spacious, and even with the addition of a Vika, it doesn't look cramped.

"Sorry, rude." Vika smiled and nodded at Mr. Bismarck, but his left arm was firmly on Queenie's safety seat.

Squirrel?

Hehe, think she hasn't seen a squirrel?

The carriage continued to move forward, and sure enough, another olive broke through the air.

Vika raised his hand and blocked it with his handbag, and pulled out an object.

Neat and square.

It is the famous product of the Central Police Academy mentioned above - moving bricks and black bread.

Vika threw it at the black shadow in the tree.

"Hehe, there are so many branches in the way, and you still want to hit me? .......... Oops. ”

The black bread directly saw the branches of the trees, smashed the branches, saw the leaves of the trees, and cut the leaves, and accurately hit the black shadow on the book without delay.

Vika jumped out of the stopped carriage and went straight at the falling black shadow, and then the baguette.

At this time, before the other party could speak, he had already been directly beaten to the ground.

Then press his back with his knees and grab both hands.

Dare to sneak up on my little Queenie?

I'll give you a pair of handcuffs to keep as family heirlooms.

After the thief was tortured.

Vika stood up and flipped him over to the other side with her foot.

His bronzed complexion, deep features, and golden hair and eyebrows were stained with mud at this time, but they did not detract from his handsomeness.

"I'm young, I'm not a good person, but I learned to rob, I'm really blind and good-looking." As he spoke, Vika was about to call the police.

"Miss Torres, please slow!" Mr. Bismarck also jumped out of the car.

"Hehe, I'm smiling you, this is my unsuccessful son, Fabian." Mrs. Bismarck came over, lifted her Gauguin shoes, and unceremoniously stomped on the feet of the young man lying on the ground.

It hurts to look at.

"Oh, mother, you're too ruthless." Fabian immediately jumped to his feet.

As if by magic, he removed the handcuffs.

Ay?

This person seems to be familiar too.

When Fabian saw Vika looking at him, he showed a mouthful of snow-white and neat teeth: "Hey, this young lady, do you think you have a good eye for me?" ”

Vika took a few steps back and returned to the carriage, picking Queenie out of the car seat and placing her on the ground.

"Hey, little Queenie, you can call me Brother Feifei." He said as he suddenly conjured up a pile of pine concones and hazelnuts in his hand, "This is a greeting gift." ”

The corners of Vika's mouth twitched, Brother Baboon, well, how could my cute Queenie be interested in such a thing? Although fresh pine nuts should taste good.

Queenie looked up at Vika.

"It's okay, let's go. If he dares to mess around, the teacher will help you. Vika stroked his little ears.

Queenie then turned back cautiously towards Fabian.

When a little white hand grabs a pine cone.

"Haha, I got you, little cub." Fabian laughed and lifted Queenie up, "Oh, lift it high. ”

"Hey, you light!" Vika was about to go up and stop Fabian from doing this.

"Don't worry, look at little Queenie." Mrs. Bismarck said with a smile.

Queenie's face was actually smiling.

"No, this kid has the blood of our old Bismarck in his veins. Born with"

What? Vika thought he had misheard: "Excuse me, ma'am, what did you say?" ”

"I have a daughter who was separated during the Great War. At the time, she had just turned a year old. Mrs. Bismarck said.

Is that the plush form? Vika immediately controlled his facial muscles and made sure that he kept a serious expression: "Excuse me, do you have a photo?" ”

"Well, this is it." Mrs. Bismarck

White, little milk dog with brownish yellow patches, oh no, little milk wolf.

"Maybe they'll be taken away like an ordinary puppy." Vika resisted the urge to take pictures and said with difficulty, "But you can't convince us with that alone." ”

"Actually, we don't recognize people by their looks, but by their ........ Smell. ”

Vika opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say, so she had to pretend to be enlightened.

Mrs. Bismarck had already seized her hand: "If I can, I hope to arrange a affinity examination as soon as possible." ”

"This ......."

Suddenly, Fabian's hand loosened, and Queenie was thrown out.

Vika immediately broke free of Mrs. Bismarck's hand and flew over.

However, a figure was faster. Hug Queenie.

As a result, Vika slammed into a hard wall of flesh.

Oh, is this man made of wood? Why is the back so hard.

Vika clutched her forehead and stepped back, looking up.

The other party turned around, and Queenie sat in the crook of his arm, and looked up again, with a resolute chin, a high nose, and deep eyes. Miss Administrator? ”。

"Otto.. Fan. Bismarck? ”