Wind and rain domestic selfie zones are waiting for

Wind and rain domestic selfie zones are waiting for

Wind and rain domestic selfie zones are waiting for

But the facts proved that Huo Ran really thought too much. He knew at a glance that the little boy who was lying in a pool of blood would probably have a cold heart. Of course, this is an exaggeration, but it is indeed a brain burst, a broken rib and a piercing the internal organs. Although only the injuries on the head were seen outside.

But the internal organs under the skin were no longer known what they were poked by those ribs. Huo Ran, who raised his eyebrows secretly, was about to leave, but his body suddenly couldn't move. His eyes suddenly turned cold and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, which was interesting and interesting. This was really interesting.

Three minutes after the car accident, I don’t know if I was scared to death or dared not admit that the child lying in a pool of blood was his own child. It was not until this time that the child’s mother screamed loudly.

The sound of the high heels hitting the ground was as if they were stepping on the hearts of all passers-by. Although they were not acquainted, the child's appearance and the pain of the mother made people feel heartbroken.

The woman's hand was trembling at first and was about to touch her son's head, but she didn't know where to touch it, because it was already covered with blood and flesh. Her pale fingers finally covered the hole in her head and cried to the people around her, "12o, please call me 12o. My Xiaoxuan is not dead yet, and he still has a heartbeat. Please call me 12o!"

The silent street was like a gate opened. Passers-by, who was so quiet that he didn't dare to make a sound, immediately took out his cell phone in a hurry and entered the numbers tremblingly.

"Call 12o, hey, then I'm going to fight, you can hit 11o quickly."

"No, 12o is busy, don't hit you, just hit one person alone."

"Yes, yes, just hit me, just hit me, you must not dial out again."

"Hey, 12o, here I..."

Huo Ran, who had been smiling and watching around him suddenly felt that he could not hear anything. As if he was watching a silent film from the last century, he could understand the trembling lips of those people, but he could not hear the sound of a single word.

He could also see the woman on the ground, holding her child tightly in her arms, and crying to the sky, she was saying: "Why, why is my Xiaoxuan so obedient? God, why do you take my Xiaoxuan away? Return him to me!"

No one in the crowd noticed Huo Ran's stiffness and strangeness at this time. They passed by Huo Ran in panic, and their faces were red from the sun. They struck the driver in the car and pressed it on the ground. The sun was still very hot. They casually flipped over the book the butler found for the boss. Huo Ran knew that it was still noon, but he might be stuck by that thing.

‘Two ghosts.’ Yes, the lady just said that there were only two, which means that they still had one person left, but why did they choose their own? He looked around without hesitation, and suddenly sighed in his heart.

Could it be that seeing him as an outsider would not cause such great sorrow? Huo Ran, who still thought about it, seemed that he had not seen his own strangeness. Before the water drips were finished, perhaps he could still play with these two ghosts who had just caused a death.

‘Well, I’m walking.’ Huo Ran raised his eyebrows secretly and looked at his steps. Is he walking to the place of the matter? Why should he push himself in front of the mother and son?

'I pushed people, I am willing to take responsibility.' Huo Ran narrowed his eyes. It turned out that he had this idea. Listening to the words in his mind, Huo Ran couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth, and followed the thought: "Man... cannot be resurrected, I am sorry for her."

As expected, as soon as this said, Huoran suddenly felt the temperature around him drop. The two ghosts who knew that Huoran was not under control suddenly disappeared from Huoran. As a gentleman, Huoran took out his silk handkerchief, just when everyone thought that the gentleman would hand the handkerchief in his hand to the sad and desperate mother.

Huo Ran gracefully wiped the corner of his mouth slowly with his handkerchief, slowly threw the handkerchief into the trash cans on both sides of the road, and walked into the corridor with his auspicious cloud expressionlessly clamped his face.

If I had said that Huo Ran had a little fear of these things before, but it was only a little bit, but who would have thought that his boss would find them a wife so well? That little bit turned into play and inquiry. After all, the ball of things in my hand was a person who had lived for thousands of years...

Huo Ran couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth again. When the little thing was just controlling him, it was this thing that was hot in his hands, right? Was it? Huo Ran is not a good person, nor is he a saint, and he has no habit of being a sucker.

The child wants to find a person in charge to reduce the burden on his family, but are all Chinese children so smart now? With the bone fertility level of that body, the bone age should be between thirteen and fourteen, so he was just now considered to have been hit by a ghost?

Huo Ran, who was holding this idea, just waited until the elevator opened. Unsurprisingly, he looked at Xing Le, who could move stiffly, and smiled and looked up and down at the man in front of him and said, "He has recovered well."

"Thank you." The thank you to the bottom of my heart is Xing Le thanking the ghost doctor for bringing back his memories. I just don't know what he would feel if he knew that this man was so kind to prescribe medicine to him just for an experiment.

But it doesn’t matter to Huoran, because Huoran replied with peace of mind: “k, I’ve accepted General Xing.”

"Okay, there's no water in the baby. Give it me, I need to add medicine to it."

"There is no other child?" Xing Le frowned. Shouldn't the hanging in the hospital be all equipped with one? When is there such a direct operation to add medicine to the child?

Huo Ran pushed his glasses and took the handed over and said, "Isn't it tired to carry so many children? Besides, I finally dug it from the wheat. Do you think his diamonds are very cheap?" In addition, Huo Ran was originally a lunatic, except that he didn't do anything to deal with Xuanyuan Jimo's medicine, oh no, now there is another wife.

But this does not mean that Huo Ran didn't want to. Who made the man's physical fitness so perverted? However, the others, of course, tested the medicine while treating the disease, even Wen He was no exception. Besides, did the wife say that she could not accept the disintegration of her belly? Then try this first...

Xing Le, who didn't know the loop in Huo Ran's mind, just twitched the corner of his mouth, subconsciously looking at the child that was indeed different from ordinary glass, could only sigh, it turned out that rich people were playing like this, it turned out that their hanging water was made of diamonds.

After the dosage was prepared, Huo Ran stuffed the seed into Xing Le's hand again. While yawning, he clamped his own auspicious clouds again and said, "You can also move more to let the medicine in your body spread more, so that the recovery will be faster." This is his ideal effect.

"Okay, before Mr. Wen wakes up, I may have to borrow your sand for a while. You can close the door, I don't mind." Although Huo Ran has always shown himself as a gentleman, just imagine a person who has been in a black prison, where does so many things come from?

It was different before. Can you lie down and sleep for a while in the pile of corpses? What's more, except Bai Han, Nalan, they are all perverts who were tortured by Xuanyuan Jimo to death.

"Okay." Xing Le had no intention of being a master at all. When Huo stepped out of the room, the door had closed mercilessly, and there was a sound of locking.

Xing Le, holding a hanging place, stood quietly on the wooden table where Wen He had lying on his slept. There were dark red blood stains and hard small circles on the paper. Xing Le, who gently touched the place, pulled his fists, stared at Wen He with red eyes greedily.

It was decided that if Xiaoyang wanted to go to the south, he would retire and follow him. What kind of bullshit family and bullshit meritorious deeds were just a group of selfish ghosts who had been calculating and calculating. He had been playing Xuan'er's golden beans in his eyes, and when he reached out to take off his glasses for Xiaoyang's glasses, he could no longer help but drip on Wen He's bedside bit by bit.

Huo Ran, who was holding the auspicious cloud, was about to take a nap, but suddenly sat up and took off his glasses. Under high myopia, Huo Ran couldn't even see where the door was. However, this was also excellent, because Huo Ran was afraid that he would put on his glasses, so he kicked the door open, the doorman who cried in a muffled voice and shot him. Huo Ran's biggest temper was that angry.

Ziya, who turned into auspicious clouds, seemed to feel the sudden aggression of the person beside him. He tried his best to move his body, jumped on Huo Ran's arm, and then slowly turned red.

It was one thing to know that this thing was alive, but watching it move in his hands was another thing. After thinking about it, Huo Ran decided to pretend not to know, press the thing back on his chest, and hugged the feeling of experimenting with the thing tomorrow even if his wife was killed tomorrow, and he fell asleep again. Even Huo Ran himself did not show up, and his murderous intent had disappeared now...

I drove directly to Wen Qitian's house butler silently flipped through the major hotels in the capital on my computer, thinking that if Mr. Wen agreed, it would be great to prepare for an engagement banquet at the head of the Wen family.

Looking at the butler who was looking at the back of his family leader, he silently made a cheerful gesture, and then coughed softly. Seeing that no one was seeing him in the dark, he quickly withdrew his palms, maintained the most perfect sitting position and smile, and started emailing several elders of the Xuanyuan family again.

Email content: Dear elders, what you most hope for is that you have finally given birth. The clan leader has found a very perfect and powerful mistress for you, and has scheduled to be held in China on the 12th of this month. Now the clan leader has gone to the mistress's house to ask for the consent of the mistress's family. The engagement ceremony will be notified separately.

Signature: Your best butler Xuanyuan, Wuming.

At this time, the elders who were still enjoying family happiness opened the email when they saw Wuming's email, of course they all opened it as soon as possible, and of course they all said: "Fuck, on the 12th, it's already the fifth day today. May I ask, butler, can you still notify me more slowly? It's the best, bullshit.

After a rush, the twelve elders of the Xuanyuan family "meeted" by chance in China. They were still very worried about the lifelong affairs of the patriarch. If the patriarch really couldn't take over the mistress's family, they would definitely go and sell their faces and ask... Well, find the master of China to have a good chat. What threat? It doesn't exist. The twelve elders said that they all convinced people with reason. Well, plus arms!

Wen Qitian, who didn't know that he had been targeted, took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. He looked at the clock facing the seat in the study. Then he remembered that the butler had already called himself for dinner outside. Wen Qitian, who rubbed his eyebrows, thought of his young son, couldn't help but sigh, took the photo of his deceased wife who was put on the job, touched her and said, "Wife, why don't you bless Wen He that stinky brat!"

"Oh!" Wen Qitian sighed and put down the photo frame, stood up and took a slow step before walking downstairs.

Before he reached the first floor, Wen Jiu reached out to press the doorbell. The butler who was cutting flowers on the side quickly said to Wen Qitian: "Master, I'll open the door, please slow down."

"Okay, go." Wen Qitian waved his hand, thinking that it must be that stinky brat that was not back.

However, what Wen Qitian did not expect was that a 'grandfather' immediately waved away the haze all over his body. Looking at the smiling little grandson at the door, Wen Qitian's waist was no longer sore, and he hurried down the stairs and said to Wen Jiu with a smile: "Oh, look at who is going home, it's our little princess who is back!"

"Well, grandpa, I'm not a little princess." Wen Jiu blushed silently. In fact, she was the emperor's decree in Daqi...

But Wen Qitian didn't think so. He thought it was his baby granddaughter who was shy. He quickly walked forward, patted Wen Jiu's head and asked with a smile: "Have you eaten Xiaojiu? It's just right that my grandfather's rice is just cooked. What should I eat? Do you want to add a few more dishes here?"

"No need, grandpa, I'm not picky about food." Wen Jiu endured it but still didn't reach out to take away the warm palm on his head.

But it does not mean that Xuanyuan Jimo doesn't know how to do it. Xuanyuan Jimo, who was silent, also reached a handshake position. He took advantage of the force to hold Wen Qitian's hand in his hand, and followed Wen Jiu expressionlessly and shouted: "Grandpa."

"Hmph." The old man hummed, shook Xuanyuan Jimo's hand, and said disrespectfully: "Here you come, come here, what hand should you shake? We won't..."

"Yes, my grandfather taught me a lesson that I did see you when I shake hands." Xuanyuan Jimo curled his lips slightly.

Wen Qitian, who was held in one word, hummed hard again and spit out the last word: "Cause."

"Well, the rice is ready, it just so happens that Grandpa, Ajiu and I are here to accompany you for dinner." Xuanyuan Jimo patted Wen Jiu's head docilely, and looked at Wen Qitian with a smile and respectful look.

As the saying goes, you don’t hit people with a smile. Wen Qitian, who was defeated twice, looked at Xuanyuan Jimo with a smile and muttered: "I can’t hold you to death!"

He just said he was muttering, but everyone present, including the butler, could clearly hear it. Wen Jiu looked up at Xuanyuan Jimo who was just looking back, and saw that his light blue eyes were completely full of his figure.

Looking at the warm wine that was hanging down and the red ears of his ears, Xuanyuan Jimo laughed softly and couldn't help but pinch it behind him, just about to speak.

Wen Qitian turned around and saw the scene of dog abuse behind him. He glared at Xuanyuan Jimo with anger and coughed heavily. Seeing the two of them looking at him, Wen Qitian smiled and said to Wen Jiu: "Come on, Xiaojiu, come to my grandfather's side soon, the food is still hot."

"Yes." Wen Jiu bent his eyes and immediately rushed out from under Xuanyuan Jimo's arm.

Looking at Wen Jiu sitting beside him with satisfaction, Wen Qitian proudly cast a look at Xuanyuan Jimo. The old housekeeper who had been following Wen Qitian for the rest of his life saw this scene and shook his head. Because he had eaten in advance and had nothing to do here, he continued to trim his flowers.

The Wen family has never had so many rules, and Wen Qitian also worked hard from the bottom, so he likes to chat at the dinner table like an ordinary family. When there were only Wen He and him, it was okay a few years ago, but since that incident, Wen He has become a dull gourd.

So when I came back from Wenjiu, I tried hard to talk. While picking up food, I didn't know why I talked to Wen He. The old man couldn't help but sigh and put down his chopsticks and said, "I don't know how your disobedient uncle is doing."

"Uncle," Wen Jiu paused and swallowed the meal in his mouth and said, "Uncle is fine, grandpa, I just came back from my uncle."

"Really?" Wen Qitian was shocked and asked worriedly: "Then why didn't he come back with him?"

"Somewhat malnutrition." Xuanyuan Jimo saw the entanglement in Wen Jiu's eyes clearly and continued: "Hurry up there, the other one has also woken up."

"Hmph!" The table slapped, and Wen Qitian blew his beard and glared: "That boy still has the face to wake up. Don't he not want to wake up? Why do you wake up? Will the Xing family let Xiaohe go? That little bastard."

"I will solve the problem of the Xing family before taking Ajiu to leave China." Xuanyuan Jimo put down his bowl and chopsticks, wiped his mouth and said, "If you want the Xing family to change their heads or want the Xing family to disappear from China's history, you can do it."

Wen Qitian, who did not know the identity of a man, was frightened by Xuanyuan Jimo's words. Although he knew that this person was not simple, he should be abroad. The Xing family is a big family in China.

"Soldiers' family, it's easy to say." Wen Qitian's eyes darkened, and his face suddenly changed. He pointed at Xuanyuan Jimo and shouted: "What did you just say? Do you want to bring the wine abroad? No, I won't allow it!"

"I think we need to talk." Xuanyuan Jimo frowned and looked at the fingers in front of him. His light blue eyes deepened slightly, and he looked quietly with the angry old man in front of him.

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Wu'an, little cuties, Wenwen will resume the previous update time from tomorrow.
Chapter completed!