Chapter 1091

Su Mo Han looks down at the small oil bottle in front of him, his face is gloomy.

Is this the kind of Vernon?

If his child is still there, should he be taller and stronger than he is, and chase after his butt all day long and call his father.

One big and one small stood in the center of the field, one with his head up, one with a calm face, the other with a low head, and his face was gloomy, as if looking back a thousand years later.

Two people looked at each other for a while, Su Mo slightly frowned, what happened to this little fart boy? I've been looking at him for so long

Generally speaking, don't say it's a child. Even if an adult is swept by his eyes, he has to shake three times. But the little oil bottle in front of him has looked at him for so long, but he has no reaction at all. Is it possible that he looks like a good man today?

As Su Mohan frowns and ponders, ye Xiaotian finally feels that his neck is sour. He lowers his head a little bit, looks at Su Mohan's creamy pants, reaches out his small hand, picks a clean place on his pants and wipes his hands meticulously.

Su Mohan was stunned at that time, and then his face became more and more heavy.

Xiang Tianqi has been fighting against him all the time. How can this little oil bottle have such a big courage!

Frowning and looking at his little hands with some cream left, ye Xiaotian once again rubbed Su Mohan's trousers with his hand. Until all of them were wiped clean, he turned his head and led "open the door" and walked past Su Mohan's side.

Su Mo Han stood in place for a moment, glanced at a little fat Dun who was watching the excitement. As a result, his eyes passed, and xiaopangdun began to cry.

Su Mo Han moved his eyes and glanced at a girl whose advantages were at a loss. As a result, the girl was also frightened and burst into tears.

Su Mohan looked down at the cream on his pants, turned to look at the farther and farther Ye Xiaotian, staring at him for a while.

After seeing it for a while, he noticed that it was Wang Ba who was holding the little oil bottle

Su Mo Han can't help but smoke the corner of his eyes. He has seen a dog walking a bird, but he has never seen a walking Wang ba What kind of Freak is this!

Ye Xiaotian, holding the only plate of cake left, took the "open door" to find a step against the wall and sat down. He put the plate in front of the "open door". He said, "eat."

Su Mo Han sees this scene in the background of his eyes. For a while, he can't accept it. He turns his head and takes a big drink of wine on the table, and loosens his collar. Then he looks back at the little oil bottle again.

Ye Xiaotian sat on the steps with his cheek, looking at a pair of long legs. He didn't know what he was thinking. In front of him, a pair of trousers covered with cream was getting closer and closer to him.

Ye Xiaotian still did not move, as if indifferent to this.

"Kid." Su Mo Han looked at him from a commanding position and spoke in a deep voice.

Ye Xiaotian raised his neck and looked at him without speaking.

"What's your last name?" Su Mo Han didn't know how to get close to a little fart child, so he could only ask boring questions.

"Leaf."

Ye? Ye Xiaotian?

Is this the name?

But why does this little tardy bottle follow Ye Fei's surname?

Yes, when I saw her that day, Xiang Tianqi was not there. She and Xiang Tianqi must have ended!

"Name?"

Ye Xiaotian vomited out a word: "night."

"Ye ye ye?"

Su Mo Han frowned and looked at Ye Xiaotian, what ghost name is this?

Ye ye?

It's hard to shout.