Chapter 937: The Third Master is Mighty (4)
Sanmao immediately jumped and was about to rush over, but when he took a step, he was directly pulled behind his back, and the whole person was directly lifted up.
"You whole furry child, be quiet!" Yuan He held Sanmao's back collar in one hand, and said with a smile, "Stay on the side obediently, the brothers here will deal with it, don't come to mischief, there is a little sister of the same size as you over there, who looks pink and cute, just right for you, and the two of them will communicate with each other." ”
Helian Ying: "......"
Comrade Sanmao: "......"
Lian Tianqi shook the folding fan lightly, and said with a smile on the side: "What Brother Yuan He said is very reasonable, you two are of the same age, and you just communicate with each other, and maybe you can achieve a good relationship!" ”
The two men glanced at each other, their eyes crackling.
The eyes of the two of them bloomed with the light of understanding each other, in Shu Jingrong's opinion, such a man and man looking at each other is too obscene and too basic, which makes people want to slap people together, so that the two of them can have a good "exchange".
Sanmao's delicate little face immediately became angry, kicked his legs in the air, and scolded angrily: "Which bastard, let go of your third grandfather!" ”
As soon as Yuanhe's hand was released, Sanmao's figure flashed the moment he landed, and he slapped it with a paw at the back, and Yuanhe flew backwards for a distance, but there was a smile on his face.
"Little boy, don't be so strong-blooded, no matter how old you are, you will understand everything! There's no need to be angry now! ”
His mouth was still chattering, as if he was ready to provoke the little boy in front of him at any moment.
But just as he thought, at this time, the little boy's delicate and excessively delicate face was already red, his black eyes were staring at him, his hands were faintly silver, and the hands under the wide sleeves had already transformed into the original claw form.
A white and tender little hand gently stroked the little boy's silver hair, and the little guy's eyes were already flashing with sharp light, and the light under the sleeves suddenly faded in the next second.
Shu Jingrong stroked Sanmao's silver hair with a serious face, and said: "Sanmao, you have such a temperament, I'm really worried that you won't be able to find a partner in the future, I can't bear to see you being alone like this, or I will let Xiao Yingying accompany you for a while, and you are still at the same age." ”
As she spoke, her subordinates pulled two more unceremoniously!
pulled the originally smooth silver hair directly in the direction of the chicken nest.
Tsk, the feel is really good, it is worthy of the hair of a ferret, this feel is really good!
Let you scold me before when I really didn't hear? Although my eyes are closed, my ears are not deaf, and I didn't do anything before because you kid just came out, and you think I really didn't notice that someone was coming.
As soon as Zhao Shihong came, she had already noticed it.
Murderous!
She has always been very sensitive to the aura of malice, how could she really be completely unaware.
"Fool, take your stinky claws away from me!"
Sanmao roared angrily, and slapped Shu Jingrong with a slap.
Shu Jingrong quickly retreated with a dodge, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked: "Don't be so angry children, only by speaking softly and winning with words can you show that you have bearing, self-cultivation, style, style and level!" ”