Chapter 1225: One thousand two hundred and thirty-six

Chapter 1225: One Thousand Twenty-Six
Just when Xiaomi Lin was thinking, the elevator door opened, and a Qin family tilted their heads and pressed their ears, as if talking to someone. After two sentences, he leaned down and said to the thin little devil: "Little Master, President Qin's phone said there were two words to remind you."
"You tell him, I don't want to listen." Bo Xiaomon is pretty cool in this regard.
Then Qin's family froze a bit: ... again, President Qin and Master came again.
There seemed to be a situation like this, so the person who answered the phone took off the headset and turned on the handsfree.
Xiao Nai Lin: ... This thing is also forced?
Soon, a non-salty voice passed through the mobile phone: "The next time you leave home, remember to bring an elevated chair, or you can't even press the floor you want to go to, so sad."
He heard that the thin little demon walking forward stopped his legs immediately.
The person who took the mobile phone felt that it was a hot taro, and immediately begged for mercy. Little Master, this is what the boss said, it has nothing to do with my mobile phone, it really is with my hand ...
The little demon held him, and motioned him to lower his phone.
That man did.
After looking at the phone at a similar height, Bo Xiaomon said, "I can't find my mum, isn't it irritating? So I think of the word sad?" When people reach middle age, even soft rice has a sense of crisis Anymore? "
The Qin family standing in the corridor started to look up at the ceiling.
Every little question from the young master is a knife.
People to middle age? Mr. Qin is only too old, and this is too miserable for his own dad.
Xiaomi Lin hasn't seen Qin Mo and asked, "An'an, is Uncle Qin very old?"
"Nearly five times our age, what do you say?" Bo Xiaowei made himself think.
Xiao Ni Lin touched her head, does it always count like that?
The little devil slowly said: "Drinking all day, I also like to toss me around like a shopping bag."
Xiao Ni Lin quickly made up a middle-aged man who only knew to make money, but also had a bald face, and had a bad face. The greasy president that often appeared on TV shows: "An An, you worked hard, you can look so beautiful, all Your own goodness. "
"Good to say." The little devil calmly.
The little milked a little head, and was very serious: "It's going to be far away from Uncle Qin. From a scientific analysis, looks are contagious."
The group members of the Qin family continued to look up at the ceiling and watched the young master Hei Qin, who really wanted to disappear. What should I do?
There was a laugh there, very low and magnetic: "Qin Wei'an, you seem to have forgotten why your mummy would indulge you so much, but because you look like me when I was young."
This sentence is the most stubborn little devil's heart, he squinted his eyes, so he could not wait to deal with the scourge of his father.
The people of the Qin family also admire President Qin, who can provoke the expensive young master into a cold face, and no one except his dad.
"You bey sister, don't step in." The voice on the cell phone continued, there was no ups and downs: "Selection, promotion, including future world competitions, any extra work was done, for her only The bad influence will not be good. If you like your sister Bey so much, you should know that she does not need you to help her deal with who ... "
"He who is capable, will eventually be king."
As soon as the little devil stopped his fingers, he surprisingly didn't refute, and his voice was a little soft: "I see ..."
(End of this chapter)