The Anarchic Consort

"Right, if you meet a favorite child in school, don't be subtle. Remember that you are the son of an arms tycoon. When you take the shot, you can't let the person be wasted." Helen Weiwei said. While holding the little buns into his arms and licking them.

The little boy managed to save himself, the black hair was cocked, and then he handed the jeans on the chair like a little adult to Helen Weiwei: "Wei Weimei, I am a kindergarten, not a high school. It’s too early to talk about it now.”

"Love this kind of thing must be picked up from the doll." Helian Weiwei casually pulled a pure black-headed rope to make a long hair bundle, and the face that looked amazing when it was seen was very serious. Look: "Be sure to find a good one first."

The little boy handed the prepared milk to her: "Wei Weimei, don't tell me, you were the face of my dad."

"Otherwise?" Helen Weiwei stretched his hand and pinched his son's little ear, lazily stretched his waist: "Besides the face, his figure is also good, um, there are voices ^Children don't ask for such details."

Little buns: ...has he inquired about it, obviously the mother is willing to say it.

From childhood to night, his bedtime story is not the disassembly and assembly of the sniper rifle, but how her mother pursued his father's specific plot.

To this end, the mother also wrote a manual for chasing a wife.

He has seen the manual, and every time he sees it, his father, who has never been masked, must be very insidious.

Can be pursued by a woman so safely, and from time to time must throw a bait, so that the mother becomes more active.

Such a man, how to deal with it, is very tricky.

"Clean children, what to do, go." Helian Weiwei patted the head of the small buns. In order to wear a parent-child costume with her son, her upper body is also a shirt today, but she does not know whether it is because of her. The face is too long, the black leather leg pants are fitted with a clean white shirt, and then a soft leather cap of BoyLondon is worn. Under the chestnut long curly hair, it is a black diamond earring. It is very cool. wind.

Even the car owner who came to repair has asked her if it is T.

After all, such a girl is always too bright, and the kind of glamour that blurs the gender is really hard to ignore.

Plus, she has a BMW Tomahawk that makes people want to scream!

Heavy locomotives, both in color and in line, are terrible!

A woman who can control S1000rr is really few, unless it is your legs long enough, otherwise the whole person will be very low and low by the car itself.

But for Helen Weiwei, the BMW Tomahawk is like a tailor-made for her. While the long legs support the body, Helian Weiwei’s right hand is lifted, and the wind is buckled. Mask!

Many people have already seen some of the inconspicuous eyes. The little boy is sitting in front of her, wearing a small helmet that Helen Weiwei specially created for him. It is handsome and handsome!

This pair of mother and child seems to be a natural line of scenery, pulling the wind from the road.

Pedestrians on the whole road couldn't help but look back, especially the car owners, even if they were sitting in the sports car, they could not open the window and whistled outside.

"This car is cool!"

"BMW Tomahawk, out of print?"

"You see a woman riding a bike!"

"Impossible! You think that the Tomahawk is your home's electric car, and anyone can ride it casually!"

The driver who was knocked was very wronged and bitten his thin lip. Is that really a woman riding?

However, Helen Weiwei did not stay on this road for a long time. The speed of the Tomahawk is well known, especially when she leans down and accelerates, people can only see the beautiful fire curve flashing from the front.

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Helen Weiwei stopped the locomotive, picked up the helmet, and hugged the little buns: "Your kindergarten is good."

The imperial kindergarten system is very complete, especially this one, which is basically an English education. It should not be boring for the son to enter.

"Yeah." The little boy was very happy to be able to come to the kindergarten. He reached out and married him. He was very educated and yelled at her: "When I was in class, you couldn’t run around at random. I will have a class at five o'clock. I will go back by myself."

"Wait a minute, clean the dust, I think you are not right. Usually, you don't all ask me to pick you up?" Helen Weiwei picked up his eyebrows: "Is it if I want to do something for me?" ?"

The little boy said: "I just want to go by myself."

"Well, the children of the dust have learned to be independent." Helen Weiwei said as he looked at the little boy's gaze, where there was a dark shadow, and the shadow was small and squatting. In the shadow of the school gate, it is a child who has just died.

The little kid of course saw the little boy watching him, and the scorpion suddenly became bigger. He jumped over and stunned and was very surprised: "Can you see me? You can see me!"

Helen Weiwei smiled and smiled, and made clear that he did not intend to control, and his eyes looked lazily toward his son.

The little buns are calm and calm: "I can really see you, but if you don't go to reincarnation, you will always stay victimized. I don't mind giving you a ride."

When the little black shadow heard this, he knew that the other party was not irritating. He originally wanted to reach out and touch the other side.

Unexpectedly, when he had an action, there was a black dog behind the little boy. The black dog was a little scary. The double blush was like blood, and the whole body was full of black dense fog.

Although the little black shadow just died, but at least it is a ghost, the natural ghost told him that it is best to leave now, otherwise, his own end will definitely not be good.

So, the little black shadow stunned and turned his body, completely hidden!

Helen Weiwei bowed his head and arranged a small tie on his shirt for his son: "There is resentment in the place where the dead spirit is formed. Do you be careful?"

"Yeah." The little boy’s mouth should be like this. In fact, he did not put these ghosts in his eyes. His blood was destined to be his natural pride: "You go back soon. Recently, the business of the dealership is not good. If you don't work hard, my tuition will be gone."

The little boy said this completely because both mother and child have the same concept of money.

That is to make money for fun.

It can be heard in other people's ears, it becomes another meaning.

"Wei Wei, how do you mix so badly? I really didn't think that the tuition of the law department would not even pay for the son's tuition."

To the reader's words: I have never written a brother or sister, I have always been a small fetus to describe, and later I will encounter a story that I don't understand, and I will go back and read it again.