Chapter 239

As an old mother, this is absolutely not allowed to happen!

At the beginning of the month, Qiao pinched his fist and quickly cut several pictures. After confirming that there were no problems in them, he sent them to Chi Wei with a one minute voice explanation.

The pool did not click on the voice slowly.

After listening to the cause and effect, he turned his head fiercely and looked at Fu Shiyan.

Old man?

The little girl didn't know how many times she blinked. Obviously, she didn't recover from this absurd thing.

Instead, Fu Shiyan cleaned the porridge pot. As soon as he came over, he looked at Chi Wei's strange eyes.

Fu Shiyan looked inexplicable.

Chi Wei didn't avoid it either. His eyes fell directly on Fu Shiyan. He looked at the people carefully from top to bottom, from left to right, and then -- it's rare to laugh.

Fu Shiyan: "

Fu Shiyan's confusion is more obvious.

Or Chi Wei kindly handed over his mobile phone, which answered his doubts.

The man's eyebrows gradually frowned, and there was something incredible in his look.

Chi Wei, after seeing that Fu Shiyan had understood the matter, ruthlessly stretched out his hand, fished back his mobile phone, typed slowly and explained to Qiao yuechu.

It's not a big man

[former student, now cook.]

Joe yuechu, who is holding his mobile phone tightly: "...?"

Suddenly, Joe patted his thigh as if he thought of something at the beginning of the month: "the cook who is longer than Song Ci, you said?"

Qiao yuechu is a particularly vindictive person, but he didn't forget that song ningshuang and Song Ci came home the next day just after they received them. Good guy, it's a disgust.

Even if you don't like her baby, you have to continue to keep a baby kiss with Chi Wan. At that time, weiweijie's sentence was - not as good-looking as my cook.

Maybe it was because the answer was really exquisite. Qiao remembered it in his heart for a long time at the beginning of the month. Even if he hasn't forgotten it so far, he soon remembered it.

Chi Wei: [HMM.]

Before giving any other reply, Qiao became worried again at the beginning of the month: [woo woo, but how should a cook explain for you...]

I can't say. In fact, I just came to cook a meal for Miss Chi. Isn't it what everyone thinks?

Joe thought at the beginning of the month that the picture was a little spicy.

Then, as if she remembered something, her tone became more dignified: [no, you promised your mother not to read those online comments! If you want to see it, it will be later!]

[by the way, does the good-looking cook have a photo ~ \ (≥ ▽≤) / ~]

She is preparing to take out her private money, dispose of those garbage comments on her microblog, and create a beautiful online environment for her daughter. By the way, she wants to see how beautiful the cook is.

Chi Wei: [ok...]

[no photos.]

Although I don't know why I can't read it, Chi Wei didn't intend to read the comments. After drinking this bowl of porridge, she will lie down and rest, keep up her spirit as soon as possible, and quickly return to work to complete the experiment.

I don't want to procrastinate for a moment.

Fu Shiyan, on the other hand, has already opened the comments on his microblog.

The man looked chilly, and his eyes, which had always been careless, narrowed, with a bit of coolness.

Then the next second, he was knocked on the head.

"My mother told you to clarify."