Sweet and Soft Girl is Six Years Old: The Whole People Are Addicted To Raising Daughters

Qin Jiaming reached out and patted the head of the statue of the saint.

Shang Xuan raised his eyebrows, "Where is the melon?"

"Hey!" Qin Jiaming slowly spit out a few standard smoke rings, and put his hand on Shang Juan's shoulder, "You stinky boy, since you resigned, you have no respect for me!"

"Yes yes yes." Shang Rang followed his good deeds, "When passing by the melon stall, I will fill you up with watermelons, which are definitely big and sweet!"

Qin Jiaming let go of his hand, "It's almost the same, do you see anything?"

Shang Liang walked around the statue of the Holy Maiden a few times, and finally stopped in front of the statue of the Holy Maiden.

He raised his hand and waved, "Can the friend on the opposite side see it?"

Qin Jiaming frowned, "What do you mean?"

Shang Yan smiled lightly, and peeled off the glass beads on the eyes of the statue of the saint, revealing the pinhole camera hidden behind.

"Old Qin, what about the old man's strength?"

"Grass!" Qin Jiaming scolded angrily, "Have you been fooled? Is it a fake clue they released on purpose?!"

"No, it's a real clue." Shang Juan ordered, "Go to block off all nearby communities and find out what suspicious people have recently."

On the roof next door a few dozen meters away.

The wind blew Su Fumeng's hair, and the strands brushed against Tang Zizhuo's cheeks, causing a bit of itching.

Tang Zizhuo played with Su Fumeng's ponytail and felt the wind on the top floor.

The moon is hidden among the thick clouds, dark and oppressive.

Reaching out and grabbing Su Fumeng's chin, he lifted it up with a little force.

There is a dangerous and fierce light in his eyes, "The floating dream I carefully cultivated, the wind is a little strong tonight, and the night is a little dark, you won't miss it, right?"

"Or..." Tang Ziyan slightly pulled Su Fumeng's hair, "You wouldn't really like our great detective in a love game, would you?"

Su Fumeng felt that his scalp was lifted.

She recalled that in a country that was in constant war, she was weak and weak, like a rag doll, being held in her hands and mocked at will.

It was the master who saved her, gave her clothes to wear, gave her food, taught her how to defend herself, and made her stop wandering.

Su Fumeng pursed her lips and said, "Guaranteed to complete the task."

Tang Zizhuo let go, and Su Fumeng collapsed to the ground.

She adjusted her posture immediately, gripped the gun in her hand, and fumbled for the trigger.

Through the magnifying glass, I watched the businessman who had been getting along day and night for a month.

Tang Zizhuo snorted coldly and urged, "They are leaving, why are they hesitating?! Shoot me now!"

Su Fumeng closed his eyes slightly and pulled the trigger.

A tear overflowed, and a tear fell on the ground, like a flower of blood blooming in Shang Huang's chest.

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

Tang Zizhuo laughed frantically, how could there be the gentle elegance of your son.

He picked up the lost Su Fumeng, patted Su Fumeng's icy cheek, and said with a wanton smile: "Fu Meng, you really didn't disappoint me!"

"Cut!"

Accompanied by the sound of shouting to stop, Xiao Simiao quickly restrained her frantic appearance and returned to her former spring breeze.

He stretched out his hand and gently pulled Xu Zimian, and said apologetically, "Xiao Mian, are you alright?"

Xu Zimian pulled out his hand, patted the dust on his clothes at will, and smiled lightly: "Brother Simiao's acting is really good, I'm worried that after playing for a few days, it will be a little difficult to get into the show."

But looking at Xiao Simiao, or the madness and hatred in Tang Ziyan's eyes, she was brought into the play.

After cleaning up the blood bag, Pei Yan looked at Xu Zimian and Xiao Simiao who were talking and laughing, completely jealous.

He walked over, hung himself on Xu Zimian's body, and said pitifully, "I'm really a miserable male protagonist, Xiaomian quickly comfort me."

Xu Zimian reached out and touched the top of Pei Yan's hair, and coaxed, "Be good, be good, you won't be abused later!"

Pei Yan exhaled, resting his chin on Xu Zimian's shoulder, looking at Xiao Simiao, announcing: Little Cotton is mine!

Xiao Simiao smiled indifferently, as long as Xiao Mianhua didn't agree to Pei Yan, he would have a chance.

Xu Jinming was furious, the hateful big weasel, the cunning wolf in sheep's clothing, returned his little white rabbit!

He raised his voice: "Little Cotton, come here."

Xu Jinyu took the opportunity to insert it, snatched her baby sister back, and pushed her forward, "Aiya, there's probably something I didn't shoot well, Xiao Mian, let's go over and take a look."

Xu Zimian sighed helplessly.

In the past, she didn't think about this aspect. After Ayan's brother confessed to her, she was relieved, and understood why Ming and Yu were so wary of Ayan's brother.

When recalling the college entrance examination, the "big weasel" that Brother Ming blurted out originally meant Brother Ayan!

Xu Zimian burst out laughing, the nickname that his brother loves for Ayan's brother is really appropriate!

but……

Recalling the appearance of a weasel, it has a brown body, small semi-circular ears, black bean-like eyes, a long tail, and a fluffy body.

How can brother Ayan have a cute weasel?

Xu Zimian jumped to Xu Jinming's side, stomping his chin with both hands obediently, and smiling with crooked eyes, "Brother Ming, do you have any ideas for writing a new script?"

New script?

Xu Jinming's eyes turned, Xiao Mianhua wanted to play a new script he wrote? !

Immediately interested.

Can't wait to ask: "What does Xiao Mianhua want to play? A beautiful little fairy, a pure school flower on campus, or a heroic heroine?"

Xu Zimian tilted his head, and his smile grew stronger, "How about the love of a ladyboy?"

Xu Jinming rubbed his hands together expectantly, his eyes sparkling, "What does Little Cotton want to be? A seductive fox spirit, a simple and cute rabbit spirit, or a mysterious cat demon?"

Confidently patted his chest, "I can write!"

Xu Zimian shook his head and pointed to himself, "I'm a handsome demon slayer."

Then he pointed to Pei Yan not far away, "Weasel spirit."

Xu Jinming and Xu Jinyu shivered twice.

Little Cotton knew that they called Pei Yan a weasel in private? !

Xu Jinming giggled twice, "Rhubarb... No, it's classmate Xiaoyan who is handsome and suave. I'm afraid I don't write like that."

Xu Zimian patted Xu Jinming's shoulder, "Brother Ming, I believe in your writing skills!"

Xu Jinming rubbed his chin, is it the Demon Slayer and the Weasel Spirit?

It doesn't seem to work either!

The demon master is cut off from love and love, walks on the edge of people and demons, and vows to exterminate all monsters in the world.

Until she came across a sly big weasel.

The big weasel used rhetoric to gain the trust of the demon slayer.

The demon master began to think that people have good and evil, and demons also have good and evil.

She shouldn't get rid of a kind monster like the big weasel.

On the eve of the wedding, the demon slayer overheard the big weasel's boasting words.

It's all a scam!

What a cunning weasel!

On the wedding night, the demon slayer killed the big weasel with one sword and blood stained the wedding bed.

Thinking of this, Xu Jinming laughed out loud.

It's so heartwarming!

He must write! ! !