I Heard that My Fiance is Super Fierce

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Wen Wei's body is a fox thing, Devitt said to Mrs. Margaret, she accepted this matter very easily.

In this regard, Devitt was a little surprised at first.

He was worried that Mrs. Margaret’s instinctive attitude after hearing this fact would cause gentle discomfort, so she chose to talk to her alone.

Fortunately, in Mrs. Margaret’s opinion, Devit’s passion for things or people is as long as it has nothing to do with war.

As for the issue of future generations that have been loved by others since they were married, Mrs. Margaret did not care at all. In fact, there is still a bit of darkness in her heart. It is a man. After all, the children born by Devitt and Wen Wei’s genes must not be strong enough.

And if he had a war in Assyria, he would inevitably have to work hard, and in the life of Mrs. Margaret, the war took her husband, and then almost took her son who had just turned 30.

Her expectations for children are not rich, and if it is another story of Jot and Devitt, this unhealthy hope is completely suppressed to zero.

It is a willingness for Mrs. Margaret to use her own family to replace her descendants with the war.

And after she easily said that she accepted the incident, she also saw the gentle animal shape.

So when she woke up in the morning to see the little white group, the first reaction thought of gentleness.

It’s impossible to walk in her room in the morning, let alone stand on her pillow.

And this small hair group, although at first glance and gentle, is a bit like, but if you look carefully, you will find that the difference is still very big.

Although the shape is similar to that of warmth, the body is transparent and the whole body is smaller and less real. Mrs. Margaret could even see the interior of the room behind the little guy.

Looking down again, the pillows that were stepped on by the four small claws did not even have the dents.

Mrs. Margaret frowned.

It seems that I noticed that Mrs. Margaret woke up, the little white scorpion licked her head, the soft two front paws gently stepped on, and then put the beautiful black eyes close together, in Mrs. Margaret. The tip of the nose gently rubbed.

That glimpse brought a faint scent to the tip of Mrs. Margaret.

Without waiting for her reaction, the white scorpion in front of her disappeared.

Mrs. Margaret groaned and raised her head subconsciously. She saw the window, the seed that she had placed in the little mound the night before, and I did not know when it was growing a small leaf.

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When Wen Hao heard the scene described by Mrs. Margaret, she was a little embarrassed.

"I know that I will grow a flower demon...but why is it like me?" Afterwards, Wen Hao sat in a chair and discussed deeply. "My master's flower finally grew out of a flamebird, and it has been learned for a hundred years." Shaped, the pattern is also the appearance of fireworks, don't mention the prestige."

It is because of this precedent that he would initially want to give Mrs. Margaret the seeds.

Although the environment of Assyria, he does not expect to grow the kind of flamingo to **** Mrs. Margaret, but ... even the milk fox that does not even have a slap in the palm?

"Don't my aunt sleep every day... think about me?" Wen Wei looked at Devitte incredulously, thinking that this picture still feels a little embarrassing.

Devitt was amused by Wen’s remarks. He was very curious about the legendary little fox. He thought about it seriously. “Maybe because of your aura.”

Warm up.

Yes, he did not convey the aura of his time, and his own spirit. The purpose of conveying the essence is to let the little guy grow up quickly. If you say this, it doesn't mean...

"I like to be awkward?" Wen Yan wrinkled his nose.

Devitt thought of the appearance of Wen Hao when he first came to him, and then imagined that the little fox would look like a small milk group and smile.

Since then, Wen Hao has been very interested in this legendary form of the fox's small leaves, and in order to facilitate his interest, Mrs. Margaret is very merciful to allow Wen to enter her room before lunch. hour.

At this point, every time before lunch, there will be a white fox next to the small seeds by Mrs. Margaret's window, and sometimes staring at the leaves, sometimes squinting and sometimes snoring.

No matter how much the white fox looks at each other as expected, he has not received a slight response.

The little leaves looked very sturdy, not at all like a spiritual look. No matter how Wen looked, they could maintain their delicate green body in the air and resolutely not move a trace.

Until one day, Devitt walked into the room of Mrs. Margaret as usual, and when she was ready to ask Wen to go out to eat, she accidentally bumped into the scene.

On the window sill, the white fox was very frankly resting his head on the fluffy big tail, and in front of him, the small leaves that were straight and straight, were bent down and gently used the tip. I ordered a little on the warm nose.

In the meantime, it seems as if I can see a imaginary little fox, looking out from the center of the leaf, a small, white flower bone, and the pointed ear is receding, looking curiously and squinting. Warm.

It’s just that the picture didn’t last long. After feeling the smell of Devitt, the little flower bones were in a positive color for a second, and the hairy head suddenly disappeared into the air.

Everything just like is like an illusion.

Looking at the sun, the white-haired soft fox, and the sneaky move of the white flower bones to the other direction, and then forced the fat seeds of the body straight again, Devitt blinked.

"Dining?" After feeling that Devitt reached out and picked himself up, Wen Yan opened his eyes and looked up at him. The two front paws hugged him on Devette's arm.

"Yeah." Devitt touched his head, Wen Yu subconsciously tilted his tail, and the pointed tip accidentally swept the white flower bones.

“Hey?” Wen Wei paused, bowed his head and looked at the little flowers in the sun. “Is it getting fatter again?”

Devitt had a meal and bowed his head. He saw the little flower in the air, and the waist seemed to be quite straighter than it was just now.