Chapter 391

With a bang, Ms. Lu hung up.

Mu Chenzhou quietly put down the mobile phone, the whole person looks like Life has nothing to love.

Su Xiangwan was thinking about what to say to comfort the child. Suddenly Mu Chenzhou's eyes were red and choked.

"Late or late, if I don't come back alive, you must avenge me!"

Mu Chenzhou got up and took a deep look at Mu Beiting.

Is this his brother?

I want him dead.

It's not enough to put him in the newspaper.

He said that his parents were old and had no one to look after.

Mu Chenzhou was deeply remorseful and felt that he should not have overstepped his own strength and openly clamored with him.

A bitter tear

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after Mu Chenzhou left, Su Xiangwan put on his coat and Mu Beiting got on the bus.

She promised Xiaoxiao to accompany her to school to pick up her luggage. After Mu Beiting knew about it, he also wanted to go there.

On the bus, Su Xiangwan looked at the complacent man on one side and couldn't help asking, "is Chenzhou really your brother?"

Mu Beiting glanced at her without saying anything.

"How did he offend you?" Su Xiangwan asked again.

Mu Beiting gazed at her and said, "he eats my chocolate."

Su Xiangwan

Mu Beiting snorted coldly, and said in the bottom of his heart: I still miss my wife.

And now, in the courtyard of Si Fu.

Li Xiaoxiao came out of the room with a pair of pink pajamas and fluffy slippers, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

Si Mo City got up very early, straight back, sitting in front of the table looking at the newspaper.

Dark green military uniform is tied to the top of a button, clean and neat without a trace of wrinkles, the man's eyebrows are fierce, cold look, not angry from the prestige.

Li Xiaoxiao looked up at him, said nothing and went to the bathroom to wash.

When he came out again, Simo city had put down the newspaper and got up.

Subconsciously, she stepped back a few steps, all of which faltered.

Si Mo City swept her one eye, jaw tight: "come here."

Li Xiaoxiao was a little uneasy and called him in a low voice: "little uncle..."

He didn't repeat it, but he couldn't refuse.

After a few seconds of stalemate, Li Xiaoxiao finally paced slowly past.

"Sit down." He spoke in a low voice.

Li Xiaoxiao secretly glanced at him and sat down.

His eyes fell on her head, and his long and powerful hand picked up a comb and fell lightly on her hair.

Li Xiaoxiao's hair is very soft and has not been dyed or permed, but it is a little yellow naturally.

His fingers were pierced with her hair, and he was very light.

Li Xiaoxiao was relieved and scared to death. She just tied her hair.

This time, she didn't move, but she was very cooperative.

Neither of them opened their mouth, but anyone could see that he was skillful in technique, which was obviously the experience accumulated over the years.

Li Xiaoxiao is holding her cheek in her small hand, waiting in boredom.

He was very quick, with a soldier's characteristic ferocity.

A few minutes later, he put down his comb and Li Xiaoxiao held up a mirror and looked at it carefully.

A ball head, the height is just right.

Take a look at the left and the right. After a careful look, he looks up and looks at the Si Mo City standing on his side.

He said nothing and looked directly at her.

She held her cheek, frowned and her big eyes were so clear: "I don't like today's hair..."

She tilted her head to look at him, and her tiny pink mouth was a little discontented.

Si Mo Cheng didn't say much. She untied her hair and picked up the comb again.

Li Xiaoxiao's two small hands are still dragging the chin, a few fingers gently in the cheek, waiting patiently.

A few minutes later, smercheng handed her the mirror again.

Li Xiaoxiao looked at it. His eyes were wide open, and he couldn't say it was cute.