Xu Qingge glanced at the table next to him, and saw a five or six-year-old boy led by someone, ready to sit down. Baidu Literature Network, more good free reading.

The boy looks very delicate, like a porcelain doll, with big black eyes and long eyelashes like a small fan.

The boy jumped a few times, didn't jump on the chair, and yelled at the person behind him a little angrily: "Why don't you hurry up and hug the master." ”

The person following behind him should be an entourage, and he responded respectfully: "Yes, Childe, the slave will carry you up." ”

Another young master of a spoiled rich family. Xu Qingge only glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze.

It just so happened that people arrived one after another, and suddenly the whole venue was full. The storyteller woke up and patted the wood.

began to talk endlessly, talking about the wonderful points, and the boy applauded. Baidu Literature Network, more good free reading. It can be seen that he is also a master who likes to comment on stories.

The people in the field were listening with relish, and suddenly there was a chaotic noise, Xu Qingge looked in the direction where the sound came from, and saw several fierce men walking in.

After scanning around, I saw that the seats were full, and finally fixed my eyes on the table where the boy was sitting.

Several people walked to the table one after another, and one of them slapped the table and said viciously: "Little fart, go home to feed, listen to some commentary, hurry up and go home, this table will be used by Uncle Ben from now on." ”

The boy's momentum is not low: "What does it matter to you that the master listens to the commentary." This table master came first, and it was the master's. ”

Those big men are not easy people to get along with at first glance, and if the boy provokes him, there will be no good fruit to eat.

However, Xu Qingge thought about it, a young master from a rich family like this would definitely go out without three or five bodyguards.

was yelled at by a five or six-year-old baby, and the leading Zhou Tian said that he was not out of temper, slammed the table, and yelled: "If you get out, get out, what are you doing with so much nonsense?" ”

"Master just doesn't get out, if you want to get out, you get out." The boy got up and stood on the table, so that he could be in line with Zhou Tian's line of sight.

Good guy, Xu Qingge raised his eyebrows, and met someone who was not afraid of death.

After such a fuss, the people around him no longer cared about listening to the commentary, and they all turned their heads to look at Zhou Tian and the boy.

Someone recognized Zhou Tian as a well-known gangster in Ye'an City, and began to talk about it.

"Isn't that Sunday? I was yelled at by a little doll. ”

"It's just the funniest thing of the year, not one of them."

After that, he pushed the person next to him who was still listening to the commentary: "What kind of commentary are you listening to, there will be a fight here." ”

At this moment, the people who were still listening to the commentary all looked at Zhou Tian and them.

Where can I still talk about storytelling, I also stopped.

Listening to the surrounding discussions, Zhou Tian felt very faceless, and became even more vicious: "Little boy, Lao Tzu will let you taste Lao Tzu's power today." ”

After speaking, he stretched out his rough palm, wanting to pull the male baby's collar, the male baby stood on the table, his hands crossed his waist, his little face was puffed out, his mouth was tense, and he did not flinch in the face of Zhou Tian's fierce movements.

Of course, Zhou Tian's hand didn't touch the boy at all, because the entourage standing behind the boy made a timely move and grabbed Zhou Tian's wrist.

The entourage glared at Zhou Tian and the others angrily: "Hugh is rude, you Diao people, do you know who our little son is?" He's ......"