Chapter Eighteen Rich Woman

Chapter Eighteen Rich Woman

Wen Miao did not answer, waiting for the next small curly hair.

After a long time, this poor child was shuddering and scared, and finally, when he used his brain waves to summon his own mother to the air, he finally shouted out with a heart: "Mom... Mom! Mom, help me!!"

"..."

Wen Miao's ears were shocked to hurt.

Have to say, human potential is unlimited, this curly doll in the desire to survive under the stimulation of the voice opened to the largest, the voice is also extremely penetrating, that "I" the end of the word even he shouted broken.

Wen Miao was shocked by the noise. She was a little impatient, frowning and tilting her head. She raised one hand to cover her ear and the other fingered at the little curly hair. Then, in a ruffian's anger, she made a "boo" sign. "Be quiet, be quiet, or I'll beat you up."

"..." Small curly hair like only suddenly be pinched the throat of the screaming chicken, immediately reach out to cover his mouth tightly, nodded quickly silenced.

Wen Miao put down his hand and looked back at the three brothers lying on the ground.

The man has not fierce, the tough man has not hard, only the yellow hair is still in the wind tough yellow.

The leading little flower was stuck in her chest, and it took a long time to recover. She reached out her hand and held her waist, paralyzed, and she cried out: "My... my waist."

Wen Miao smiled and crouched down and looked down at him. "Friend, you are this is the touch porcelain? I'll just touch it. Why do you lie down so fast?"

Small jiaohua: "And?"

A touch?!

This fucking life has brought out the flashlight of his life, but also called gently?

Three people together to take a breath of cool air, suddenly more death. The land immediately became a graveyard, lying three straight and cool.

After he had finished solving the Liangren Gang, Wen Miao threw a dull lip and stood up and waved to He Yin, who was nearby, and shouted that he was leaving. Then another voice came from the ground behind him: "Wait... wait."

"What?" Wen Miao stopped, condescending to see the past, "the lamp has not seen enough ah

"..."

That's enough. If you look any further, you'll be in the morgue.

"No." The small jiao hua is holding the old waist that oneself is about to fall apart, struggles to half sit up, "I just want to ask, what person are you?" The east side is divided by a piece, this is my land, that is your nest, we do not invade the river, you walk your way, I across my bridge, but also be considered peace.

Didn't you hear there's a woman who's so wild?

Moreover, the action of beating people is so skillful that it is professionally practised.

When they fell a few hands, just like the rabbit pulling radish, a fall into a hole.

The little girl stared at her, eager for knowledge: "Who are you?"

"I?" Wen Miao casually hooked the bag to the shoulder, head tilted to look over, eyes with an arrogance, "I am you saw in the telephone poles on the rich woman seeking a son

"..."

The episode was resolved quickly, in less than five minutes.

WenMiao lifted the chin, toward HeYin passed a look in the past, motioned him don't look, to dinner is business.

HeYin hurriedly across the ground cool people help three brothers, fart to follow up.