"Tell me, why are there always a few ignorant flies disturbing our beautiful days?"
In the milk tea shop, Lu Xiaobao held his head and turned his black and white eyes as if nothing had happened, and showed his white teeth cutely. He looked bored and troubled.
"Without more flies, life would be boring."
Biting the straw, the ice felt in the throat, so comfortable. Du Qingling said vaguely.
"Too."
Taking out his gun, the milk tea shop owner turned a blind eye and wiped the water stains on the bar.
He didn't even raise his eyes, not afraid that Lu Xiaobao would destroy all his business.
This is the East Side Street. Anyone who wants to survive in the East Side Street is a strong person. Those who can survive in the East Side Street must either have a strong backing or a strong ability, otherwise they will never know how they will die.
"Be careful not to scare the children."
Du Qingling stretched out her hand to press down Lu Xiaobao's gun and looked at a man about 0.8 meters tall standing at the door. His immature face was like a little baby.
"elder sister…"
The pocket man also followed Du Qingling's words, threw himself harmlessly into Du Qingling's arms with a sweet smile.
But there was a glimmer of light in the corner of his eyes, greed...
The corners of the mouth are curved and the eyebrows are raised.
The actions are habitual but unfathomable. No one knows what Du Qingling is thinking.
"Wow, so cute."
Lu Xiaobao pinched the miniature man's face. It was smooth, like a peeled egg, and tender.
"Yes, it's pretty good."
As soon as Lu Xiaobao finished squeezing, Du Qingling also came. Of course, the strength of their hands was not as gentle as it seemed to the outside world. After a while, the fair and tender face was already red and swollen.