At this time, Muqi finally recovered from the paintings of Zhang Yiming and Jian Xiyan.

He reached out to take the painting that Qu Qianqian had painted, which was handed over by Xiao Lu Li.

Qu Qianqian looks at Muqi nervously and expectantly.

Because the time was too short, she didn't do it seriously, so she did it casually.

But you should still be able to see her father.

After all, she painted it many times before.

Muqi turned the painting over.

Rao is already well prepared in advance, but a lump of soft prone, like feces, strong occupy his sight, or let Muqi's eyes hard dull for a moment.

What the hell is this!

Mu Qi: "I'm not sure."

Really, why isn't he blind.

If only he were blind.

There was a burst of laughter in the live broadcast room:

[ha ha ha, what a shit! 】

[is the movie king crow mouth! As soon as he said shit, Qu Qianqian immediately drew a shit for him! 】

[ha ha ha, stop talking. If you go on, I feel that the movie king is about to cry. 】

[wuwuwuqianqian baby is really her father's leaky cotton padded jacket! 】

qusinian

Indoor.

Qu Sinian was silent for three seconds. Then he closed the studio decisively. He got up from his seat and went to Lu Junhan's side. He sat down in Zhang Dazhuang's position just now.

Zhang Dazhuang saw Qu Sinian raised his hand and covered his face in pain. He knew what had happened as soon as he guessed.

He gave a "Hey" smile and returned directly what Qu Sinian had just said to them:

"no Qu Yingdi, do you have to do this? "

Jian Yi glanced at him faintly and said, "well, what do you have to worry about? Your baby can't draw you into a piece of shit."

Lu Junhan's dark eyes glanced at him and sneered directly.

Qu Sinian

[ah ha ha, they are all dads. Why do dads embarrass dads! 】

[ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha! 】

[now, the movie king is autistic! Father group all killed! It's too bad! 】

[dads have no expression: don't save us, let's die in the hands of ghosts! 】

[ha ha ha, to be honest, compared with Li Li, ghosts are not terrible at all! 】

naturally, Jian Chenglang also saw the scene of four dads closing the live broadcasting room on their mobile phones.

At this moment, Pei Mingzhi is still watching the live broadcast with a smile.

Pei Mingzhi is also immoral. He not only looks at it by himself, but also has to pull Lu Junhan to watch it together. After that, he was kicked by Lu Junhan. It's OK, but his mobile phone fell off and the screen turned black.

Well, a room full of people, who are not watching the live broadcast, do not contact with the outside world at all, just sit on the sofa and close their eyes, live like a cave man.

Jane Cheng Lang sees this, slightly a pick eyebrow, heart way, this can't.

That's where it goes.

So, he waved not far away, and the person in charge turned on the TV in their room.

And the picture on TV is just the picture in the studio.

Obviously, Chien Cheng Lang was ready.

The picture on TV is not only clear and meticulous, but also the voice of several little guys is very clear.

Lu Junhan et al

[ha ha ha, it's better to talk about the dog than the dog! I can't believe that! 】

[watching so many TVs in the room, we can see that director Jian has a premeditated plan! Moreover, these TV switches seem to be remote-controlled. Father Lu, even if they want to turn off the TV or forcibly unplug the power, they can't help it! 】

[another way is to smash the TV! 】

[it's useless to smash it. There are so many sets in the room! 】

[yes! I counted, it seems that there are nine TVs in the room, even if father Lu smashes this TV, there are eight others! 】

[director: I didn't expect it. Everything was in my expectation! Smash it! Smash me and open another eight! 】

[hahaha, what a dog! 】

naturally, Lu Junhan noticed other TVs that had not been turned on, and they knew what Jian Chenglang's dog was up to.

But they all sat still and didn't mean to smash the TV. They just watched the live broadcast on TV without expression.

Seems to want to see, that group of small things, but also give them what tricks!

For a while, Muqi has deeply realized that when the greedy ghost faced the four little guys, he wanted to vomit blood.

The corner of his mouth gave him a sharp puff.

Finally, under the expectant eyes of the four little guys, he quickly returned their respective paintings and gave them each a "met".After that, Muqi withdrew immediately.

I'm kidding. I offend the Qu family, Zhang family, Lu family and Jian family. If I don't run for my life now, I have to wait for Lu Junhan to come out and beat him up!

He's not Xie Mobei. He's not that tough.

Little Lu Li ran away when she saw Muqi. She was stunned. She scratched her head and asked Xie Mobei: "uncle, is that uncle going to help us find our father?"

Xie Mobei shook his head: "No."

With that, Xie Mobei took off his mask.

Slightly bent down, squinting eyes, cold thin face close to the little girl's face.

Dark indifferent eyes fixed to see her for two seconds.

A pair of hunters stare at the powerful sense of oppression of the prey, which immediately emanates from Xie Mobei's body.

Little Lu Li looks confused.

Lanxi was shocked directly.

In the past, when Xie Mobei killed people, he always showed such a serious expression on his face. Generally, when Xie Mobei showed such an expression, he was thinking about where to start, which would make him feel happy and kill the enemy.

"Xiao Xie, don't mess around, she is..."

Lanxi opened her eyes and quickly came forward to stop him, but it was still a step late.

Her pupil Mou mercilessly one shrinks, see extremely dangerous Xie Mo north already raised a hand.

The next second, he pursed his thin lips, his ears were red, and his slender fingertips quickly rubbed the fat face of Xiaolu pear.

The cool touch of a soft q-ball comes from the fingertip instantly, which is surprisingly soft.

Lanxi

You say you touch your face. Why is it the same as killing people!

At this time, although Xie Mobei was still cold, he seemed to be in danger of killing people in the next second.

But the cheeks and ear tips are red as if they can drip blood.

The corners of his mouth also showed a satisfied smile, like a child with sugar.

Before Xiao Lu Li asked Xie Mobei why she wanted to touch her face.

Xie Mobei pursed her thin lips and looked at her big clear eyes. Her thin lips opened slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't say it in the end.

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