Just when the little grandmother was thinking about it, the elevator door opened, and a Qin family member turned his head and pressed his ear, as if he was talking to someone, and after two sentences, he leaned down and said to the little devil: "Little master, Mr. Qin's phone said that there are two sentences to remind you." ”

"You tell him I don't want to hear it." The Thin Little Devil is cool and good at that.

The Qin family froze for a moment: ...... Here it is again, Mr. Qin and the young master are here again.

As if anticipating this situation, the person who answered the phone took off the headphones and turned on the speakerphone.

Little Nailin: ...... Is this thing still forced?

Soon, a voice that was not salty or light came through the mobile phone: "Next time you run away from home, remember to bring a raised chair, otherwise you won't even be able to press the floor you want to go to, and it's sad." ”

Hearing this, the little thin devil who was walking forward suddenly stopped his legs.

The person with the mobile phone felt that this was a hot taro, and immediately begged for mercy with his eyes, little master, this is what the boss said, it has nothing to do with my mobile phone, it really has to do with my hand......

The thin little devil grabbed him and motioned for him to put his phone down.

The man did so.

Bo Xiao Devil looked at the phone and reached a similar height before he spoke: "Can't find my mommy, aren't you angry?" That's why the word sadness comes to mind? When people reach middle age, they even have a sense of crisis when they even eat soft rice? ”

The Qin family members standing in the corridor all began to look up at the ceiling.

Every question of the little master is a knife.

People are middle-aged? How old is Mr. Qin, this is too miserable to hack his own father.

Xiao Nanlin had never seen Qin Mo, and asked beside her, "An An, is Uncle Qin very old?"

"Nearly five times our age, what do you say?" The thin little devil let him think for himself.

The little grandmother touched her head, isn't that how you always count?

The little devil slowed down: "I drink all day, and he likes to throw me around like a shopping bag." ”

Xiao Nan Lin quickly made up for a middle-aged man who only knew how to make money, was a little bald, and had a bad face, and the greasy president who often appeared on TV dramas: "An An, you have worked hard, you can look so good, it's all your own creation." ”

"Well said." The thin little devil is not in a hurry.

Xiao Nan nodded her little head, very seriously: "That's to stay away from Uncle Qin, from a scientific point of view, looks are also contagious." ”

The group performers of the Qin family, continue to look up at the ceiling, looking at the little young master Hei Qin, they really want to disappear, what should I do?

There was a laugh over there, very low and magnetic: "Classmate Qin Wei'an, you seem to have forgotten that the reason why your mommy indulges you so much is just because you are very similar to me when I was a child." ”

This sentence is the most stinging little devil's heart, and he narrowed his eyes, so that he couldn't wait to dispose of his father's scourge on the spot.

The people of the Qin family also admired Mr. Qin, who could provoke the noble young master to turn his face cold, and there was no one else except his father.

"Don't meddle in your bey's sister's business." The voice on the other side of the phone continued, without any ups and downs: "Tryouts, qualifiers, including the World Series in the future, any superfluous things are made, there will only be a bad impact on her, there will be no good ones, you like your bey sister so much, it should be clear that she doesn't need you to help her deal with anyone......"

"Those who are capable will eventually be kings."

The thin little devil stopped his fingers, but surprisingly did not refute, and his voice was a little small: "Got it......"