The Five-year-old Milk of the Xuanmen Group’s Favorite Boss

Chapter 135: Looks like he's pickled fish

Chapter 135 Looks like he is very pickled fish

As soon as he adjusted his emotions and came out of the bathroom, Yan Miao's hand was grabbed.

She was stunned and pulled two steps to meet a pair of serious dog eyes.

Rong Yinghui's hair is curly, a little messy, his jawbone is white and firm, a little milky, but a little sharp.

looks a little nervous, but also gives a different kind of peace of mind, especially when the well-knotted fingertips are pressing on her shoulders.

is a bit serious, but for the time being, the naive essence is faded away, which actually makes people a little excited.

He bowed his head slightly uncomfortably.

"Are you okay?"

"No-"

Before Yan Miao finished speaking, he noticed that his expression was a little stiff, and he followed his line of sight to see—

The temperature is not too cold.

She is wearing a two piece suit today.

Inside is a white shirt and outside is a beige sweater.

As soon as she washed her face, the water wet her neckline, and she pulled the button of the collar off.

Looking at the trend, I can faintly see a little fair and round—

Yan Miao couldn't care less about being reliable or not, her cheeks instantly blushed, and she raised her hand to cover his face.

Da meh.

When came out, Rong Yinghui's face was also a little red.

The two were two steps apart.

"I, I also practiced shooting before, I will give you that doll."

Yan Miao didn't speak, but the corners of his lips were raised very secretly.

Just waited for the two to reach the booth.

I saw the little dumpling who rolled up his cuffs holding a gun in his hand, squinting one eye, and his posture was extremely standard.

His pretty crimson lips were pursed into a line because of his concentration, and he wore the sloth hat on his head.

Sassy and cute.

And just listen—

'Bang-bang-bang-' a few times.

The balloon stuck to the board burst.

And it's not just the small dumplings shooting here, there is also the sound of shooting from somewhere nearby.

should be the target that this stall is facing away from.

And his uncle?

Rong Yinghui was thinking in his heart.

"Sixty-five-sixty-six!"

The surprised voice of the stall owner came.

There were a lot of people around at some point.

The small dumpling is only so small, with a standard posture and a hundred hits, and has already hit sixty-six in a rapid and continuous manner.

As for the two big dolls placed at the top of the stairs, the requirement is that they cannot be broken in the middle, and sixty-six balloons are popped in one breath.

"Little girl, you are amazing!"

The stall owner exclaimed, "What about your family?"

The little dumpling put down his gun, turned his head to look at Yan Miao, and then at the big bear.

"Uncle, can I have that big bear?"

"Yes, yes, uncle will get it for you."

There are already many people around here who want to line up to shoot, let's see if the guns in this booth are particularly useful, even a four- or five-year-old dumpling can hit a hundred shots—

Or maybe I was attracted by the sassy danzi just now, and I just wanted to shoot a few shots and take a photo.

After all, everyone was attracted, and the stall owner saw this for the first time, and hurriedly went to get a ladder for the little dumpling to hold the doll.

"Dad, Daddy! I want that big one!"

Yan Sheng, who was standing in the crowd, stared at the big bear with wide eyes, and then looked at the one in his hand, and suddenly became noisy.

Recognize who this little dumpling is.

Feng Xinyi's expression also changed.

Yan Qiyue was completely overwhelmed, but when he met the expectant look of his little daughter, he still raised his foot and walked over, not feeling how difficult the little boy was to deal with, and coaxed softly.

"Little boy, can you buy this doll with your money, uncle?"

This bear is bigger than Tang Jin.

The white and fluffy long hair, when placed on the ground and held by the small ball, looked like the bear was holding the small milk ball tightly.

"The money can buy a lot of these big bears."

There are too many people. Although he hasn't seen it yet, he also knows that Yan Miao must be around. He thinks that he will take the money and buy everyone as if they don't know each other. He will visit Jiang's house in the future to save the embarrassment.

"Then go and buy more bears with this money, why do you want me?"

The little dumpling's round cat pupils blinked, extraordinarily innocent and irritating.

"Are you stupid?"

Yan Miao finally couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

The picture in my memory was broken by Yan Qiyue's embarrassment and funnyness at the moment.

What if there was no bear?

Yan Miao thought.

She is still her.

The millet scattered by the staff of the shopping mall was placed along the window. The sparrows jumped and chirped by the window.

The soft little one carried the big white bear bigger than himself on his shoulders, and walked up to her.

"Sister, give it to you!"

A pretty, fair little face, the air of raising a gun was gone, and it was full of softness.

The little dumpling raised his chin slightly, with a little pride that was unique to her.

Today's employer must not be bullied.

She is the one who can say it reliably!

This is paid for!

Her big cat pupils are shining brightly.

Yan Miao was stunned for a moment, and when he subconsciously ended up with a big bear, he heard the little dumpling speak.

"This is given to my sister by Jinjin. My sister can't give it to others, nor can I sell it. Jinjin said it."

The little dumpling finished delivering the bear, with his hands on his hips, full of domineering, as if I was a little bully and you should listen to whatever I say.

She hugged the bear, raised her head from the softness, and met the face of Yan Qiyue whose expression became very unsightly upon hearing this.

The little dumpling gave her maintenance.

is never a multiple choice question.

"Miaomiao, you are so old, this bear—"

Yan Qiyue still did not give up.

"I love so much."

She hugged the big bear tightly, her eyes lit up for a moment due to the reflection of the light, and the crystals were pressed down again, and she burst into laughter.

"Thank you Jinjin."

Rong Yinghui, who was planning to show off his skills:…

Pokémon, why are you still cutting your beard? ! QAQ

But it doesn't matter.

His dog eyes were very firm, looking at the other—

Hey?

What about another bunny doll?

Rong Qing came over at this time.

He also held a toy gun in his hand, his long eyelashes were drooping, his clothes swayed as he walked, and he was extraordinarily calm.

You are a noble son.

With a gun in his hand, he was inexplicably chilling.

The Tang suit was upright, and the neckline seemed to be torn apart by him because it was inconvenient.