Chapter 290

When I heard the name "white uncle", four words flashed in my mind, old Wang next door.

This is the white old Wang among the eight xiaowangs

In his early twenties, he was dressed in such a hip-hop style. His face was more beautiful than that of a woman. At first sight, it was a small white face.

White see think deep have been staring at him, he bent his lips to show harmless smile, asked: "Mr. Gu so look at me, know me?"

"It's not easy for Little Wang BA's mother Lang," she said

To earn money to raise a little son of a bitch, but also to earn money to raise a little white face.

But that kind of wave woman's way of making money is to rely on Lao Wang. This little bastard even wants him to be his stepfather.

So this little white face is just like he helped to raise it.

The more you think about it, the more you look at the white color.

"Son of a bitch? Langma White frown, don't understand what these appellations refer to.

Thinking about him, he raised his chin slightly, as if he were superior. "My wife needs a rest. You don't need to watch it."

The smile on the white face does not change, the tone is not urgent not slow way: "just now the little fish has called your wife, your wife asked him to visit her."

Grass!

Even take Lin Yiqian to crush him.

He thought deeply and was very upset. He was afraid to make Lin yishallow unhappy. He frowned and said, "Little Wang Ba will go, and the rest of the mess will not go in."

When he said the latter sentence, he looked directly at white and said it.

There is no disguise for his contempt and dislike.

Instead of being angry, white smiles, "little What about the king? "

After asking, he picked out a eyebrow for consideration, which is meaningful.

It makes me feel very uncomfortable and my face is cold.

White lips, shrugs.

Then he lowered his head and touched the head of the little fish and said, "Uncle happens to have something to do with it. Go to see Mommy yourself, little fish."

This is a word of deep concern, inexplicably uncomfortable.

Little white face is really shameless. It's just a little white face. I really treat myself as a father. When I say Mommy, shouldn't I add the word "you" in front of me?

Well, if such a person has such self-knowledge, he will not be a little white face.

Thinking deeply, I don't want to see the white again. I bent down and caught the little fish in my arms, and strode to the Lin Yi shallow ward.

"Mommy."

See forest meaning shallow, forest small fish is pressing two crus anxiously.

He bent down to put him down. His two little legs were running fast, running to the bedside and crawling to bed.

Raise a pair of small hands to hug Lin yishallow's neck, tightly embrace.

His head rests on Lin Yi's shoulder.

That picture, to think about the deep unspeakable warmth, he slowed down, the corners of his mouth could not help rising.

"Mommy, can I have that bread?"

The theory of painting style changes.

Lin Xiaoyu releases Lin yishallow and reaches for a bag of bread on the bedside table.

Thinking deeply: "..."

Lin yishallow: "..."

Isn't it time to take care of her condition?

Why can he still find bread?

It's really a foodie!

Lin yishallow turns a white eye to Lin Xiaoyu, then helps him open the bag of bread and takes out a bread for him.

Lin Xiaoyu took it and ate it immediately.

While eating, he looked at Lin Yiqian and said, "daddy said he knew he was wrong. He will never bully Mommy again."

The mouth is full and the words are not clear.

But I can understand.