Chapter 183: Okay, Listen to You

That night, Xiao Rourou only wanted to go out to the toilet, but he didn't expect to see Aunt Aoi and her father doing such strange things at the door.

What are you talking about......

After that, she held her urine and hurriedly lay on the bed and quietly searched for keywords. What does it mean to be in a hidden marriage, and the relationship between two people sleeping in the same bed.

At that moment, the little flesh completely grows, as if the door to a new world has been opened......

"Aunt Aoi Kui ~ Little Meat Wants to Stir-fry Beef with Green Peppers ~" Little Meat Meat was coquettish, and her big flickering eyes stared at the woman's beautiful and delicate side face, and she couldn't help but grab her arm.

This is Little Meat's mother......

Not someone else......

Little Meat finally has a mother!

"Got it, got it, give me some peace." Su Luokui glared at the little guy angrily, and she felt a little hairy in her heart.

I don't know if it's because the little guy has eaten too little meat recently, Su Luokui always feels that the little meat looks at her a little weird.

Those eyes were full of longing for the light of mother's love......

Ahh

How is it possible, this little broken child can't wait for her to be killed by a banana peel on the side of the road, sit in a pit on the road, and die of no paper in the toilet.

She was definitely wrong, huh.

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It's still the previous location, the difference is that this time there are more bodyguards than before, and there are more visible to the naked eye.

Even a cheeky person like Su Luokui was a little overwhelmed, and almost walked in with Li Manwu's little flesh.

Xiao Rourou was still placed at the door of the meeting room, and the bodyguards seemed to have been prepared, and even equipped a set of sofas and steaks to serve her.

……

The man sat in front of a chair, lazy and wanton, still wearing a pure white mask. He held the mouse in his hand, and the screen behind him lit up.

"That's what you want, right?" The man sneered.

On the screen, what the NC fan who attempted to assassinate was reflected on the white screen, including the school violence in the school.

It's shocking to watch. Unexpectedly, such an NC fan, it turned out that she had not only done a crazy and despicable thing, but even all kinds of bad deeds were piled up, which was enough to make her go to prison and suffer.

One of them made them pay attention to it.

"Because the former classmates used to be dark, ...... fight?" Su Luokui's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Yes, that's where it comes in." Mr. White tilted his head and propped his chin up, looking out under the white mask.

Li Manwu seemed to be ignoring the gaze coming from somewhere, looked at the words on the screen, and couldn't help asking: "But this matter, it shouldn't be done by a fan of Yu Moshen." I read the information and clarifications compiled by his fans, and this matter has been confirmed. ”

It is precisely because of the real hammer that Yu Moshen will never be criticized by everyone, and he also attended this feast of the whole network as a guest and even the organizer.

And there is only one dish at the feast, and that is Gu Xiaokui who is slaughtered.

"That's right—but it's related, my dear little Wuwu." Mr. White chuckled, his voice magnetic and hearty.

Little turnip?

Su Luokui glanced at Li Manwu meaningfully.

Li Manwu seemed to have not seen it, her brows were locked deeper, and her tone became tougher: "Please trouble Mr. White to deal with this matter as soon as possible, my artist can't afford to wait." So please don't sell off, thanks. ”

"Okay, listen to you." Mr. White smiled and continued—

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