They are not qualified to make the young lady who is named by the head of the Xiao family to take care of them look bad, but there are always a few unruly thorns, and the family is rich and powerful, so she can't take care of it.

"Oh." Mo Zishu responded nonchalantly.

The heart says that the people in it are not only bad-tempered, but they may also eat people if they don't agree with each other.

If you have a good temper, maybe it's even more terrible to go crazy, grinning, all dense fangs, bubbling with blood and heat.

It's embarrassing for Xiao Huang, and it is really well-intentioned to make her suffer from so many excellent collections.

You have to repay it well.

"Sister Shang."

As soon as Shang Luo opened the door, a few people quickly got up and said hello, and there were two or three people who played games with and without a match, and they didn't look very good, and they were scolding in their mouths.

"This is Miss Xiao." Shang Luo frowned: "It was ordered by the head of the family, and you need to cooperate with the director in the near future." ”

There are no rules.

"Hello Miss Xiao." The three boys and two girls greeted each other in unison, and there was a particularly shy boy who hid behind the girl with a long ponytail.

Hearing that it was the head of the Xiao family who ordered the person to come down, one of the players who played the game raised his head and glanced at it, and then pushed the two brothers of the group with his elbow.

"Miss Xiao is here."

"Come on, come on, don't bother Lao Tzu." The yellow-haired one rushed back with a grumpy temper, pressing hard in his hands, trying to kill the enemy with his own strength through the game screen: ", I'm a dozen nines, which five is five, and I always have to send a few heads to the jungler on the opposite side at the beginning, and play a fart." ”

The other group did not look like a picturesque black curly hair who could play games, and he was not in a hurry to die, and under the roar of the yellow hairy eyes that did not leave the mobile phone, he slowly raised his head and glanced at Miss Xiao Jia, who raised his eyebrows.

"Mo, Mozishu!"

The black curly hair was visibly stunned.

The mobile phone in his hand smashed along the owner's stiff fingers against the coffee table, colliding with the glass, making a crisp, slightly piercing crashing sound.

"Yo."

To be honest, Mo Zishu didn't expect to meet acquaintances across the two worlds, or the kind of bloody script that he thought had a deep hatred but was actually entrusted by her to take good care of her juniors.

Until she died, it didn't seem to have solved the misunderstanding between the two people, this child was still the child son-in-law she specially prepared for Qianqian.

"Little black roll." Mo Zishu has a feeling of meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign country: "Thank you for correcting your mistakes, my surname is Mo, not Miss Xiao." ”

It's just that this is the kind that probably wants to kill her.

It's only three worlds, she doesn't know how many surnames she has been pressed, her brother must know that he can split several worlds with a long sword to be beaten one by one.

"Why are you here?" Hearing Mo Zishu's answer, Fang Xie took off his glasses, stood up unbelievingly, and whispered a little hysterically: "Why are you here?" How are you still alive? How could you be alive? ”

Alive?

"It's probably like you don't have myopia but you have to wear glasses." Mo Zishu mocked: "Pretend." ”

didn't have the slightest chance of being the most feared evil and the leader of the Mo family army who made the righteous path the most jealous, so he tore the corners of his mouth and fired at the juniors who had a good impression of him and wanted to carry him.

"I thought I was the son of a family, I was well-dressed, and others were afraid that they hadn't seen you cry in front of me."

Huang Mao lost his mobile phone, and he almost didn't pull the rampant rest.