Chapter 572: The small group is awkward

The Kang family was bleeding and still dared to speak. After Kang’s returning, he was directly ill and fell ill. Kang Buyuan rushed to solve the problem of Nanzhou’s business. Knowing that because of his son, Kang’s family lost three business lines, one of which was still the most profitable. Kang Bu’s son was slap in the air and ordered him to leave the house. People look at Kang Buyuan this time and talked about becoming a multi-million-dollar business with a deposit of only 200,000 yuan. Although there is resentment, there is not much to say, but for Kang Huaiyang’s minority identity, they have more How many less have begun to be suspicious. In the future, I will be able to take care of my family. Can he really protect his ancestral foundation?
On the other hand, Kang’s father led a small family meeting with a few of the three business lines in Ling Jingxuan’s hands. They agreed that even if the business line fell in the hands of Ling Jingxuan, it was only temporary, unless they Thoroughly dry up the four major families, otherwise the business line will return to their hands sooner or later, but what they don’t know is that Ling Jingxuan has already studied the three business lines of Huizhou, Lingzhou and Yizhou, and started to let the day when they got the hand. People use it, and based on these three business lines, they quickly occupy the surrounding business district. At the same time, Ling Jingpeng, who is in Nanzhou, also sent letters to them. The goods he needs have been adjusted and will soon be shipped. To the south of Xinjiang, those things are the props that he needed for the second round of the Kang family battle.
After everything was arranged properly, nothing was idle. Ling Jingxuan let Yan Xiaobei take care of several, and Yan Yanrui quietly rode the wolf and the tiger brother to the mountains, avoiding the tribes in the mountains, staying in the mountains for two days, and getting a lot of He looked at it last time, but he couldn't bring the poisonous mushroom poisonous grass and poisonous insects. When he came back, another person got into the simple studio that was specially opened up, and began to develop antidote and more powerful for the characteristics of Miao Xinjiang. Poisoning, with the Kang family is only a small size, the future Jiang family can not be killed by Zhizhi alone, before that, he must do all the preparations.
Yan Ruirui and Yan Xiaobei are not idle. On the first day of the visit to the city of Enan, Yan Ruirui has quietly let Yan Shan send people to explore the location of the gold mine in the hands of the Jiang family. Soldiers stationed outside the city It is to attract their attention, and Yan Xiaobei is fully responsible for road construction and tricks. Occasionally, he also supports Ling Wen and Zhou Changsheng who go to various cities to do ideological work for the people. The family is desperate. The hard work, though, in the eyes of outsiders, they are nothing but futile.
"Little king? Little king, you open the door, oh, lock it from inside?"
The adults are busy with their own affairs, and the children have their own busy schedules. However, this day, Zhang’s family saw that their little king had not come out after a nap, and he decided to let go of his work and call him. Knowing why, the originally opened door closed when she saw her approaching, and also inserted a bolt from it. Long Zhang thought that something had happened, and he was so anxious to shoot the door outside.
"Auntie, you are going away, people are already up."
There was a small group of people in the room with a crying voice. Long Zhang couldn’t help but be more anxious: "I can’t get up when I get up? Xiaojun Wang Hao, hurry up and open the door. Just Yan Yan led the crab that was so big. Come back, Miss Yang, they are all in the hall, Xiaojun Wang don't want to see it?"
The room was silent for a while, as if after seriously thinking, the voice of the small group rang again: "When people are going to see it later, auntie, let's go first."
This time, the voice not only took the crying, but also caught the eager and wronged, the crab that is so big, the people have not seen it yet, hate, he also wants to see it.
"No, little king, are you doing something??"
"what happened?"
Long Zhang was still not at ease. Ling Jingxuan in the next room opened the door and walked out. Long Zhang’s worry:
The slaves don’t know what’s going on. The little king saw the slaves and locked the door.

She was so anxious to cry out, Xiaojun Wang had never been like this. In the past, he overslept. When they called him, they got up and got up. Although they got up every time, they used to get up, but they used to find faults. Ok, this is the first time.
"is it?"
Ling Jingxuan didn't feel strange when he heard it. He walked over and knocked on the door: "Small dumplings, what's wrong with this? Hurry and open the door and let you see."
"No, you and the aunt will leave first, and they will come out."
The small group who had always been obedient did not think about it and refused. Ling Jingxuan also followed the brain full of doubts: "But now I want to see our small group, I want to hug a small group. Oh, do you like small dumplings? Are you stunned?"
"People want to hug and hug"
The grievance of crying does not know how much heartache, Ling Jingxuan quietly threw a look at Long Zhang, let her continue to lick him, he himself found a scalpel to insert the middle gap between the two doors, know what he is doing Long Zhang’s hurriedly cooperated with the martyrdom:
The little king, Wang Hao is almost sad, can you open the door soon?

"Not good, people are afraid of your jokes."
"Why do we want to laugh at you? The little king is so cute, we like it too late, what would you laugh at?"
"It will be -"
The little guy is really stubborn, no matter how embarrassing it is useless, Ling Jingxuan quietly compared a gesture, put away the scalpel silent one or two, and slammed the door open.
"Ah? Oh, hate, don't come in??"
Inside the door, holding a small quilt with his own small cotton quilt sitting on the ground, the small scorpion saw a brain turned up and climbed up, walking fast with small short legs, and did not see the situation clearly. Zhang followed them up, and Yan Ruirui, who had come over because of their commotion, also followed them with Yan Xiaobei Iron.
The small group that had no way to escape was dragging his little quilt into the bed, plunging into the corner and licking his against them. Ling Jingxuan, who came in, saw that the scene had not been sprayed out, and even the half-dead dragon Zhang The family did not hold back, looking at his tall, uplifted little butt, in addition to want to laugh, there is no other desire.
"What is this again?"
Then followed the Yan Shurui's doubts, and saw his son's ecstasy posture, the facial muscles are very uncooperative and twitched.
"Hey?? Hey, little dumplings, are you doing this again?"
When Yan Xiaobei’s words were not finished, he pointed out that his little buttocks, which were still shaking, had been sprayed out. The iron dolls were more direct, and they simply laughed with the Yang family’s three brothers and sisters, and the bears and children did not make a day’s laugh. Is it not?
"Big brother hates, don't laugh??"
The sulking protests came out, and the magnetic magnetic scorpion did not carry any deterrent power. Ling Jingxuan shook his head helplessly and threw a warning to the children. Seeing that they all licked their mouths and held back their smiles. Ling Jingxuan walked over and sat on the edge of the bed and patted his fleshy ecstasy ass: "Well, no one will laugh at you, hurry up and talk to you, what the is going on? Already?"
If you hide, you still have a outside. Isn’t that a pleasure to tease them?
"Hey..."
I thought that the small corps who had been wronged by the squad turned over and took his little quilt into his arms. He saw that he was crying, and everyone did not have a smile. Everyone’s eyes, including the youngest Liu’s eyes, were dyed. On the naked worry, the small group is not a crying child.
"Hey, why are you still crying? If you are good, don't cry, tell me what's going on?"
This time, Ling Jingxuan was decisive and uncomfortable. Yan Ruirui also walked nervously and sat next to him. He glared at his head with a big hand: "What happened to the little corps? Who is bullying you? Saying to the father, the father Help you teach him."
"It's not bad for him not to bully. Who dares to bully him?"
Ling Jingxuan didn't look at him with a good look. He tried to push away the small group that held him tightly: "Well, what happened to the little scorpion?"
It’s a little ancestor. I only know how to cry, and I don’t speak. They don’t even know how to start.

呜呜??爹爹 Guarantee not to laugh at me?

I don't know how long it took, the little scorpion grinned and looked up at him with tears in his eyes. Ling Jingxuan had a painful heart, and nodded eagerly: "Swear, don't laugh at you."
What the is it? They laughed at him on weekdays, and he didn't see him care. Sometimes he laughed with them.
"Father and brother, you also swear."
I got a satisfactory answer. The little group was still not satisfied. I saw them one by one in tears. Until everyone repeated the words of Ling Jingxuan, he was truly satisfied. He propped up his body and dragged his little quilt under his stomach. In the middle of the 'map' grinned: "There are people who have to wet the bed again. You are not saying that if the parents are too big, they will not wet the bed again? The sisters have no bedwetting, and they still have to wet the bed, 呜呜??爹爹, small dumplings Is it sick?"
"what?"
Listening to his grievances and uncomfortable end, Ling Jingxuan felt his own side, just because of bedwetting, he made them so sensational? Is it strange that the three-year-old child has bedwetting?
Obviously, Yan Ruirui and others who have the same thoughts as him, because the expression on their faces is as weird as he is, but what does Long Zhang think of, and whispered in the ear of Ling Jingxuan’s ear: "Little King before Was the bedwetting not often laughed at by Wujun Wang? He hasn’t been in bed for a long time. The last time we made clothes with Miss Liu’s, it seems that Miss Liu’s is a child, and she didn’t have a bed at all. This one?"
When my brother’s sister is not as good as it is, it’s no wonder that their little corps with no face and skin will not dare to see anyone.
"Cough and cough one small dumpling, you listen to you to tell you, you will not wet the bed because you are sick, not because you are worse than your sister, but you have to sleep more at noon, you think about it, before you go to sleep, is it not? Drink a lot of water? You just need to remember not to drink water before going to bed.
Finally, I knew where the reason came from. Ling Jingxuan explained as simple and clear as possible. This child, he should be happy that he is finally a bit shameful?
"Is that the case? Then you can't sleep?"
"Cough?"
There was a tear in the corner of the small group, and there was still suspiciousness on his face. Ling Jingxuan, who heard what he said, immediately let his mouth suffocate and his face was coughed up. Yan Ruirui quickly went to help him. Asked distressedly: "How is it? Is it better?"

爹爹??

"Small troupe, for the sake of your life's safety, big brother took you to change clothes to see big crabs?"
I am afraid that the small group will continue to say that they will directly kill their families. Yan Xiaobei decisively walked over and hugged him with one hand, one hand clasped his mouth, forcibly took him away, and finally eased the gas. Ling Jingxuan’s face looked red and looked at Yan Ruirui:
When you were young, wouldn’t it be like this?

Who is the child like? Anyway, he was definitely not like that when he was a child.
"..."
Yan Yanrui immediately made a black line, and groaned for a long time before he was dissatisfied and muttered: "I was much more lovely when I was younger?"
"Ha ha ha."
Wen Yan, Ling Jingxuan suddenly uncontrollable laughter, confirmed, the small group must be like him, or the father and son are as thick as the skin?