Chapter 1925: Real world 14

Chapter 1925 Real World 14
There are more people signing up for this. The money they receive is much higher than the normal banquet. In fact, they say that they will not lose money, but they will earn.
Xiaozi ink leaned on his small head and said softly and softly: "Mother, let's sign up."
Bei Yuyu is preparing to smash silver, and Xiao Moer worships the chubby little short hand. "I have it here."
"Let's go."
Xiao Moer had to make a small short leg and ran to the registration office. Why are others small, and there are many people in the registration office, directly drowning him. Xiaomo is not in a hurry, just behind them.
Just when it was time to turn to Xiaomoer, a bookboy wearing satin satin was inserted directly into the front of Xiaomoer, and put the silver on the table.
Xiaomoer pulled the other's sleeves and leaned on the small head. He said with a serious look: "Now it's my turn, you should be behind me."
The book boy looked down and saw that it was only a half-large milk baby. "You have a little fart baby to mess with, go home and find your mother."
Xiaomoer’s brows were slightly wrinkled, and a small face was solemnly said:
I am here to sign up, you should stand behind me.

When the book boy heard that he was coming to sign up, he laughed. "You? You come to sign up? Can you know the word? Don't think that you can get through the thousands of words."
The ridicule of the book boy's tone can't be concealed.
Xiaomoer gave him a cold look and ignored him. Instead, he went to the registered middle-aged man and handed his own money. "Sir, I want to sign up."
The middle-aged man saw him, his eyes flashed a strange look, see Xiao Moer's powder carving jade, cute tight, the tone of speech did not consciously become soft, "What about your family? Can they agree?"
Waiting for Xiaomoer to answer, the book boy who was hanging aside felt that he was neglected. He said with a sigh of relief: "He can do what a little boy can do, don't listen to him. Quickly register my family's name, we The young master can still wait for me to go back."
The middle-aged man also felt that the children should run over and play, and said softly: "Go back to your family."
He handed the money back to Xiao Moer.
Xiaomoer didn't pick up the silver, and the beautiful blackbird stared at him. He asked one word at a time: "Mr., can the restaurant not be registered for a few years?"
The middle-aged man glanced, "This is not the case."
"Since it is not, why should I withdraw my money?" Xiao Moer looked at him with his small head and his eyes open.
The middle-aged man was asked to fall down. "If this is the case, then I will write your name. What is your name?"
"Muzi ink, Muxiu Yulin's wood, Linzi Fengchu, pen full of ink; the door tiger, the pen and ink full of ink ink." Xiao Moer still remembers that the mother gave her name Every word spoken in the name.
The middle-aged man sighed, "Good name."
The book boy only felt that he was completely ignored. This neglect made him feel that he was not valued.
"Oh, it’s just a name. If you get the name, you can't win this game."
The middle-aged man and Xiao Moer looked at him and ignored him.
When the book children saw them, they ignored him. They didn’t play in one place. The sound suddenly rose and became a bit sharp. "You are moving faster."
Xiao Moer got the number sign from the middle-aged man's hand and gave him a slight gift and was ready to leave.
(End of this chapter)