Mr. Zhou’s Little Cutie

Meng Ling Wudi felt wronged: I don't know either.

Mu Feng looked at him and yelled: You didn't know that you would use An Ye as a cover to deceive people! You must have been targeted! It is enough if you are not dealt with immediately!

Do you know where the dark night is, just say you are from there! I think you are really not afraid of death!

Meng Ling almost hid under the table.

I just heard someone next to me say that this name sounds very powerful, so I mentioned it. Who knew it would be so effective, and immediately sold it to me. Brother Mu Feng, what kind of place is Anye, so powerful.

Mu Feng: ...

Don't want to talk to silly kids.

Handed him the phone: Call me now, and then recall to me the looks of those people, and explain to me where you escaped and who you met!

Meng Ling looked at him bitterly, took the phone and dialed it in front of him.

It took a long time to pick it up over there, and it was the housekeeper.

it's me.

Young master! Where have you been, my wife and master are in a hurry!

I'm fine, I'm safe, you reassure them, I won't go back for a while, I'm safe, that's it, hang up.

give me the address!

There was a low voice on the phone.

Brother! I'm safe! I won't give it to you. If you have the ability, you can check it yourself. That's it, goodbye!

After speaking, I hung up the phone.

The page on the phone exited and became the news he watched.

How come the beautiful sister is also in the third year of high school?

Mu Feng took back his phone and looked at him: Are you also in the third year of high school?

No, my parents always told me to go back to China to go to high school, let me experience the life of my senior year and know how happy I am now.

But I don't like going to school, it's boring.

Mu Feng put the phone away: If you don't like going to school, what do you like to do? Why don't you become a gangster? Look at your hair shape, you don't really want to develop like this.

Meng Ling didn't jump because of difficulty, and stretched out his hand to touch his head. Qing Zhu couldn't help laughing, No, I want to sing and have my own concert.

Seeing that he was so serious, Mu Feng didn't say anything about him, but reached out and patted his shoulder.

Suddenly thought of something, he looked at Meng Ling: Do you want to see your pretty sister!

Meng Ling nodded, a little surprised by Mu Feng's sudden excitement.

Did they never go to school in China?

Meng Ling nodded again.

What's wrong?

The idea in Mu Feng's mind was almost formed.

Then I'll give you a mission! Go protect your pretty sister!

OK!

Meng Ling reacted: How to protect?

You go to study with her in the third year of high school.

what???

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When Zhou Beicheng returned to Fengcheng, he returned to the Zhou family.

The old man was so shocked that he became seriously ill, and he looked a little older than before.

At this moment, sitting on the main seat, holding on to the dragon's crutch, he looked at his grandson who came in from the outside. His tall figure covered the light in front of him, and his whole body was filled with a cold aura.

He called out grandpa in a neutral tone.

Even if the old man is used to it, he still feels uncomfortable.

He lifted the leading crutch and slammed it heavily on the ground with a loud noise.

You wouldn't come back if I wasn't sick!

Zhou Beicheng sat down on one side, and Shen Ye stood behind him, watching his nose, nose and heart.

no.

The old man felt better, but Zhou Beicheng continued, I won't come back when you're sick.

The angry old man almost fainted again.

The butler immediately went over to comfort the old man.

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