Looking at Luo Xingcen, who suddenly went and returned, arching back and forth in his arms, Zhu He was a little dumbfounded, and then his somewhat nowhere to put his hand touched her plush head, and asked softly, "Why did you come back?" ”

Smelling the intoxicating aroma of light pine wood on the master's body, Luo Xingcen smiled coquettishly, "Principal Ma's formalities haven't been completed yet, I'll go with Tingting tomorrow." Don't worry, Master, my grades are good, and I don't care about this day or two. ”

Did Luo Xingcen get good grades?

Feishi scratched his head, how did he remember that this junior high school had been ranked first in the last three years of the whole grade?

Could it be that there is something wrong with the news of his investigation?

Also, Principal Ma completed all the formalities yesterday...... The information was personally sent to Blue Sky No. 3 Middle School......

Looking at the little girl in front of him who was talking nonsense seriously, Zhu He didn't mean to debunk it at all.

I just asked with some confusion: "Is your face itchy?" ”

Belch......

Luo Xingcen's little face stiffened...... What does it mean to have an itchy face?

She just wants to be tired and crooked with Master......

The flowers of Aunt Wang's family next door, every time she threw herself into her arms and rubbed around, she was happy, and she shouted baby with a loving face!

She didn't want to learn from a teddy......

Thinking about it carefully, the people around her don't seem to be very close to the elders, and she doesn't even have a reference......

Do you want to help Master read the newspaper? Washing feet? Nail clipping?

With a wrinkled face and pondering for a long time, Luo Xingcen pursed his lips and slowly took out a palm-sized doll from his schoolbag and handed it to Zhu He.

Seeing this, Feishi asked Yang Sha with a puzzled expression, "Why did Miss Xingcen give the boss a grenade?" ”

Yang Sha poked his head and looked at it a few times, touched his chin and said, "Doesn't it look like a grenade?" I look like a miniature version of a grenade......"

Zhu He glanced faintly at the two muttering in the distance, looked at the black mass in front of him suspiciously, and asked, "What is this?" ”

Luo Xingcen: ......

Her little face suddenly turned red, and she grabbed Zhu He's hand and stuffed the doll over, "This is the Q version of the master, I did it all night yesterday!" ”

It's so aggrieved to think about it......

was going to make a three-dimensional doll like the one Tingting made for her, but she ended up crippled three and used up all the raw materials.

It took her a hard time to figure out what she was doing now.

"Although it's not as handsome as the master himself, the characteristics are also obvious, aren't they? Dressed in black clothes, black hat, and black mask, can't you see it? ”

Zhu He lowered his eyes and looked at the two pieces of black cloth sewn up in his palm: ......

Luo Xingcen pouted aggrievedly: "Master, do you think I'm ugly?" I really tried hard all night and I don't know how many times my hand was pricked with needles......"

Zhu He avoided the question of whether the doll was ugly or not, looked at Luo Xingcen's white little hand, and asked softly, "Does it hurt?" ”

It doesn't hurt...... She has cultivated the eighth order of demons, and it is okay to cut it with a knife......

"It hurts...... I've poked a lot of small holes, and it still hurts......"

Luo Xingcen blinked his eyes, and suddenly felt that every part of the piercing last night hurt......

As if he was afraid that Zhu He would not believe it, Luo Xingcen pinched his right index finger, and the fingertips immediately became red, "Master, look, this finger is pierced red, it must be broken......"

Luo Xingcen was muttering this, and his little hand was suddenly held by Zhu He, and there was a wet and warm feeling from his fingertips......