Qiu Quan sat alone in the nanny car some distance from them, with dark silver headphones hanging from his ears.

The headphones were almost hidden between his silver hair, looming.

His fair skin was not inferior to his silver hair, but he looked fairer.

Qiu Quan, who was sitting in the chair, clasped his arms with his hands and closed his eyes as if he was resting, but from time to time he would quietly open his eyes and look at someone who was akira.

He didn't even notice what he was listening to in his headphones.

He somehow minded a little.

Tong Yaoyao hadn't spoken to him for several days.

Originally, she still had the energy to dangle in front of her every day, wearing JK with her hands behind her back, looking at him with a smile and asking him if he wanted to eat together.

Now it's good.

The people who asked him to eat were wild fathers.

This guy doesn't have time to talk to her, and it's full of people.

Qiu Quan thought about it, frowned slightly, and was not in the mood to listen to the song, so he forcibly shifted his attention to the youth team playing in the city game.

As a result, when he thought of Xing Quan and rudeness, the two of them came back together, and Qiu Quan's face was as cold as ice.

The twins sit in a row.

Just like the concubines who entered the palace later, they didn't dare to stay by Emperor Yao's side, so they sat in the small corner aggrievedly.

Mu Yao took out a bag of milk from his bag and handed it to Mu Shao, and he lowered his head and bit open the milk bag, and slowly sucked it in his mouth, sucking his mobile phone while sucking.

Mu Shao took the milk silently and did not speak.

His eyelashes are long, at first glance he looks like a doll, his skin is fair and delicate, his eye sockets are deep, the bridge of his nose is high, and he looks like a deepened and sharpened portrait when he is still still.

The good ones are not like real people.

Mu Yao clicked on his mobile phone, and glanced at Mu Shao from the corner of his eye, as if he wanted to see from the corner of Mu Shao's eyes whether he would leak out excess emotions.

But he didn't see anything.

His brother always kept his emotions hidden, and even he couldn't notice it.

In the nanny car of the D·R team, there was almost only Bian Jin's voice, and then Yaoyao coaxed Bian Jin with fatherly love from time to time.

Occasionally, there is a gentle voice of Bai Yu sandwiched between them, or there is a voice of doubt/dissatisfaction/incomprehension from the wild father.

"How was that game played? Can this also be lost? Just the cat can dodge the operation of the screen twice, and he goes to flash and send people's heads? This loss is really deliberate. ”

The group was in a nanny car.

The driver looked at them through the rearview mirror and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

His son is especially fond of jungler dads, so he watches some live broadcasts when he has nothing to do, and occasionally watches live streams from other teams.

But I have to say......

The D·R team kids are excellent, especially good.

He is also handsome.

However, even the whole body exudes the breath of a widow king.

Obviously, so many people stay in the car, and they are all young and vigorous, and the atmosphere should be very lively when people chat and make trouble.

And D· Team R has only one style -

"Widow! ——”

The widow will die.

One by one, they stick to their positions, and they don't ask about the superfluous, nor are they lively or lively.

The driver couldn't help but sigh.

Thinking.

This is the breath of a big guy, right?

The bigwigs probably never celebrate Valentine's Day.

Especially a super boss like a jungler dad.

It's full of handsome guys.

It is not easy for her to emit a "widow king" temperament.

Tong Gangzhi Yaoyao: Huh?

At this time.

At the scene of the game, it has already exploded.

The audience couldn't understand why this would also lose?

The captain of the YQ youth team dyed his orange hair, sat in the audience with his hands and arms, looked at the empty stadium, and said with a sneer.

"What else can Team D·R look at besides their faces? A flock of rookies. ”