Chapter 1101

That is, Gu Yanzhi is still abroad and didn't hear the conversation between the two mothers here. Otherwise, he doesn't know how jealous he is!

Well, jealousy is beyond recognition!

It doesn't take long to marinate. It takes 15 to 20 minutes.

Seeing that the time was almost the same, Wen Jie went to the kitchen again. Jiang congxu followed him this time. He habitually wanted to steal his mouth.

So, you must follow!

As for the father and son on the sofa in the living room, they have reached 78.

The little man was so excited that his face turned red. He wanted to speak, but he held back again.

What if Dad gets angry and doesn't play?

Hold it, hold it.

At this time, there was another "stage clear!"

The seventy-eight level was passed. It will be seventy-nine level immediately, the penultimate level.

The villain covered his mouth with his hands and looked at it with round eyes.

Mo Boyuan is still very calm. Whether it's the first level or the 79th level, it's the same anyway.

The slender fingers are very skillful and slide on the screen. They seem thirsty and whisper:

"Go and serve tea."

The little guy received his father's hint: "OK, OK, Dad, wait."

Children who are almost four years old can still carry water. As long as the water in the cup is not hot, there is no need to worry.

And the little man's whole action is also very careful and light.

To moboyuan:

"Dad, drink water," he shouted.

"Well, right away."

Immediately means that this level will end soon.

The little man just held it, but his eyes kept glancing at the screen.

About ten seconds later, the sound of "stage clear" sounded again. The man took the tea cup with one hand. As for the villain, he seriously leaned over and looked at the subtitles on the screen:

"Wow, dad is great. I'm going to the last level soon!"

After drinking water, the man's voice became much more comfortable. Was he happy to be blown by his son's Rainbow fart:

"Well, it's the last one. Let's have a better one."

The little man was curious:

"Dad, what's more powerful?" asked.

The man raised his eyes:

"You'll know later."

"All right." although I'm curious.

The game started again. This time, the man sat up straight and the little man moved his arms. Fortunately, his father had long hands and long legs. He could easily circle the small glutinous rice ball in his arms without being affected.

After the game began, the man's slender knuckles were much faster than before.

Then, the little man looked at his father's various coquettish operations. Soon, a little line, a horizontal line and a vertical line appeared on the screen.

Huh?

"Dad, what's this?"

Graffiti?

Oh, how is that possible?

Your father, can he have this American time?

Soon, a faint font appeared, but it was not complete, so the little man couldn't recognize what it was.

The man did a few more operations. Although the whole word hasn't been written yet, the little guy has recognized it and chirped excitedly:

"Mo, this is the word Mo, Ningning's last name!"

Indeed, an ink word soon appeared on the screen. When the last stroke was completed, the 80th pass was officially cleared.

Therefore, if men didn't want to write, I'm afraid they would have been able to pass the Customs a long time ago.

After finishing, the man leaned on the sofa and rubbed his eyebrows and eyes.

It was a villain who ran to the kitchen with a flat plate:

"Mom, mom ~"