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"Xuan son ..."
A seemingly tough middle-aged man is looking at Wu Yuxuan with flattering eyes! The scene seems a little weird.
"No, I don't want to practice guns with my father." Before Wu Dingbang went on, Wu Yuxuan interrupted him. Obviously, it is not the first time that this kind of skilled white grab.
"Well,. . . . Why don't you go to gun practice with dad, and dad will take you to Huanghualou to eat your favorite Osmanthus Jelly? "
"I'm tired of eating!"
"As long as you practice guns, dad will let you ride a cow to play ... Wu Dingbang is flustered.
"I'm six years old, don't play riding a cow. I just want to read books now. Dad, can you be quiet? " Wu Yuxuan obviously doesn't want to argue with his father.
"Ah. . . "Wu Dingbang a little depressed.
"Smelly boy, I can't believe I can't cure you," he said, reaching for Wu Yuxuan. "Hum, can't soft be hard?" Wu Dingbang said with a little pride.
"Mom, dad, he bullied me again. Come and help me judge. " Wu Yuxuan couldn't shake off his father's hand and had to ask for help. Difficult enough to really cure him. After all, he is only six years old. But there is no sign of his mother.
Just when Wu Yuxuan was almost desperate, he saw a slightly weak young woman coming. Wu Yuxuan knew that he had won this time, so ...