"If India surrenders, will we be able to go back to Shanghai? Now that the rainy day in Shanghai has passed, it is always not convenient for us to live here. Guan Dad said at this time, lest his daughter-in-law, who had a negative IQ, be beaten again.

Although Mu Xiaoxiao's IQ is worrying, she is a good daughter-in-law, at least she is still a person who is filial to her parents, cares about her children, and loves her family.

Not to mention the eldest man who is the housekeeper in the belly, just talking about the twins, it is very suitable for Guan Dad's appetite, especially Guan Mengxi, an abrasive little goblin.

Look at this strong body (compared with Guan Mengyu), look at this eating posture (compared with Guan Mengyu), look at this high IQ (compared with Mu Xiaoxiao), look at this beautiful face (compared with Guan Ming).

Perfectly inherit the excellent cells of your parents and parents!

If you have to let Guan Dad find a fault, probably the only pity is that Guan Mengxi is a girl, if it is a boy, the old man can die happily.

"I didn't ask about this, but it should be fine, although I shouldn't mind if we live forever, but there are some jobs I really have to go back to do." While carefully picking out the peppercorns, Guan Ming said.

Coastal and coastal, there are some things that go deep into the bone marrow, spicy fried clams, Guan Ming really never gets tired of eating it, and he didn't move the Aolong on the plate next to him, so he stared at this bargain and ate it.

"If you have the chance, go back to live, it's always inconvenient here." Daddy Guan touched the stubble on his chin in a matter-of-fact manner, and the old man didn't shave this morning.

"Haha, my brother has been choking enough lately, and he hasn't had a chance to smoke." Mu Dad joked with a smile.

Dad Mu is one year younger than Dad Guan, and coupled with the current situation of the housekeeper, this 'brother' is also very skillful.

"It's good to hold back, fortunately he didn't bring Guan Ming to smoke too!" The parents are short, and the mother's words bring the topic out.

The big guy followed the conversation and talked about what he was going to do when he went back to Shanghai.

Touching his index finger nails, the nails are shiny and pink inside, and they are very healthy, unlike in his previous life, not only his nails are yellow, but even his fingers are yellowed.

Guan Ming has smoked cigarettes in his life, and he only smoked a few when he was just reborn/crossed.

The staggered feeling of mental thirst and physical discomfort made him decide not to move after a few cigarettes, but fortunately, Guan Dad was used to smoking at that time, and a few sporadic ones would not be revealed.

But what was the cigarette smoked by the old man at that time? Hongta Mountain? Double happiness?

For a while, Guan Ming began to recall the past again, and mechanically ate clams.

"Hey, hey! What do you think? Mu Xiaoxiao snapped her fingers in front of Guan Ming's eyes, like a soul.

"What are you doing?" Leaned back in disgust, Guan Ming was afraid that this thing would poke her nostrils with her fingers, when she was unreliable, she was more unreliable than Guan Mengxi!

was stunned for a moment, and then Mu Xiaoxiao came over with a light smile on his face, and whispered in Guan Ming's ear: "I'm casual, if you're not afraid of being beaten, just feel free~"

Guan Ming's breath stagnated, remembering that when Guan Dad and Guan Ma wanted to make time and space for the little couple, it was really an unforgettable glorious time.

"Just now our mother said what is the name of the future baby, my father said that you are the father of the child, and the father will get the name of this kind of thing, after all, this is also a very fulfilling thing." With his body withdrawn, Mu Xiaoxiao said solemnly, not giving Guan Ming a chance to fight back at all.

"Uh...... I haven't thought about it yet, so let's go back and think about it. Guan Ming was a little square, so he had to roll his eyes weakly.

Our dad and our dad refer to each other's parents, and my dad and my mom refer to their own father and mother, which is a tacit understanding between the young couple.

Since Mu Dad said this, judging from the current harmonious relationship in the family, the rest of the old people would not object.

Since it is a son, will it be appropriate to call Guan Xiaoxiao, after all, his father is Guan Yanzu and Guan Yingjun, Guan Ming wants to say this very much, but considering that the four old people may not be able to resist this huge torture, they can only settle this anxious mood.

"Speaking of which, I also want to name my child, after all, I am the mother of the child, and I also want to have a sense of accomplishment." Probably because he was deprived of the right to name himself, Mu Xiaoxiao first sighed, and then said with some resentment.

"Pull it down, I don't want to see names like satiation, meat, and money in the household registration book, do you want your child to hate us for the rest of your life?" Guan Ming couldn't help but complain.

Look at the beautiful twins, when the teacher asks 'classmate, what's your name', and then the girl looks back and smiles and says, 'My name is Guan Rou, and my sister is Guan Qian', I guess the teachers don't know what to say.

"Xiaoxiao is still too naughty!" Guan Dad couldn't help but complain at this time, he didn't want his own grandson to be called such a name.

Subsequently, the family began to gather fire for Mu Xiaoxiao.

Mu Xiaoxiao pretended to be dead, lowered her eyebrows and pleased, plucked shrimp and fed the child.

Thousands of miles away, in the hinterland of the country, in a large prison, stuffed with black-skinned Indians.

In the small room, handcuffs were fixed to an iron table, and across from a black-skinned Indian in prison uniform, sat a white-skinned foreigner.

Even in war, there are people and organizations that are not afraid of death, such as international human rights organizations.

"It's too hot, it's too hot in China, there's an electric fan in the prison room!" The black-skinned Indian spoke English very well, but when he said this, he had a comfortable look on his face.

Because, this room is air-conditioned!

"I'll submit this question when I get back, do you have anything inconvenient about here? What's life like on a day-to-day basis? Are you still used to eating? The white man asked solemnly.

The weather in India is hot, but the summer in China is even hotter, especially in this place, the high temperature is close to 4o° when you go out, and no one can resist it.

"Everything else is okay, but there's no entertainment." After thinking for a moment, the Indian said.

"Oh? They don't give you time to let the wind out? When the white man heard this, he immediately became more energetic.

Although the name of the human rights organization is lofty, the problem is that none of the internal members jumped out of the cracks in the stone, and they themselves have tendencies.

"That's not it, it's hot, people don't want to go out, and because of copyright issues, we can't see movies and news in India." Shaking his head, the Indian replied honestly.

The white man almost jumped out of anger, MMP, you deserve no entertainment!

Soon, the half-hour visit passed, and with regret, the white man packed up his notebook and went out.

"Phew, it's all a bunch of bastards, I won't be fooled!" Spat at the back, and trotted to the other side of the room, and in front of him stood a creature called the 'Commissar', who was very nice, smiling, and very talkative.

"Boss, I need net, chicken~Gree chicken~" The Indians danced and gestured.

"Okay, I'll get you some chicken curry at noon." patted the other party on the shoulder, and the commissar had a light smile on his face.

"thanks~" Although he didn't understand what the other party meant, he could understand the word 'curry chicken', and gave a thumbs up to the political commissar, and then the Indian ran to the activity room to watch TV, because there was also air conditioning over there~

Glancing at the closed door on the other side of the room, the commissar didn't say anything, but followed the Indian to the activity room.

Captives were easy to deal with, because after the quality of life improved, they rarely made trouble, even if they were once warriors, but the rich land gave them laziness.

And when it's not easy to deal with, it's always on the sidelines, such as the white man just now, but fortunately, he is still good at ideological construction, at least there are no problems this time.

As for hot weather, electric fans, etc., who can blame them?

Your human rights organization will give me a billion dollars, and I will build you a five-star prison to come out.

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