Master Fu Has Spoiled the Little Baby

   Chapter 189 Blind date banquet?

  Lu Xue is now really worried about the second sister's future life. She is living an old age before she enters old age.

   After thinking about it, Lu Xue still felt that something was wrong.

   "snap-" closed the computer, Lu Xue sat beside Fu Ye, glanced at the densely packed original book that looked like ants, and his brows were twisted into a twist.

Then, I started to persuade me earnestly: "Second sister, I'm not talking about you, you are almost twenty-five years old, how can you say this Haicheng, oh no, there are not many people in this country who are worthy of it. You, but how do you say you have to find someone to live with, right?"

   Hearing Lu Xue chattering endlessly in his ear, Fu Ye finally silently put down the original book in his hand, looked at him without changing his face, and took a bite of the apple meat: "What do you want to say?"

  Seeing that Fu Ye had pierced the window paper, Lu Xue didn't bother any more and smiled shyly, "Second sister, it happens that Watson has a blind date in a few days, do you want to fix it?"

  Fourier stared at him for a while, and quickly calculated what he just said in his mind, but it was not unreasonable.

   "Well, good." After that, Fourier continued to read again.

  Lu Xue felt a headache and couldn't help but stroke his eyebrows.

   Seeing that they had finished talking, Concubine Nangong said slowly, "I see that everyone has been busy recently, why don't we go out and play together today."

   As soon as he heard the game, Lu Xue became interested, "Goddess, where are you going to play? Why don't we go racing, boxing or surfing!"

   "By the way, I can also show off my perfect figure!" Having said that, Lu Xue compared some honey moves to show off his figure.

   Concubine Nangong thought for a while, and then she cast her eyes on Fu Yan Wang who was drinking porridge in a leisurely manner, and asked, "Brother Chen, let's go together, what do you want to play?"

  The man raised his head, took a slow sip of the soft rice porridge, randomly selected two words in his mind, and confided: "Racing."

  …

   The sharp corners of the sun dew, like buds emerging from the ground, and the morning air is full of vitality.

  Haicheng, the mountain track behind the No. 1 road is uninhabited.

   Looking around, you can see a hard soil track with potholes, and there are even few grasses around, which is desolate to the naked eye.

   A silver modified racing car came at a thunderous speed with a loud and arrogant roar!

  The co-pilot in the car, the soft pink cheeks of the little milk bag will be shaken off, pouting a small mouth: "Accelerate again!"

  Su Chenxian nodded, stepped the accelerator to the bottom in an instant, that touch of silver handsomely rushed up a high slope, and the car landed steadily on the track with a side tilt angle!

  After the car stopped, the inside of the car was silent.

   Su Chenxian sweated slightly, and unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and handed it to the co-pilot's small milk bag: "Master W, did we just drive the death car?"

  Because Wen Bai said before he came here that he hadn't let go completely, so he used this to practice his hands first, but ended up feeling like a death car.

   "Well, it's not at that level yet." The little guy groped for a bag of potato chips with a calm expression, and pulled it very calmly.

  Su Chenxian leaned on the driver's seat dehydrated, "Master W, let's take a break."

"it is good."

   Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of chomping on potato chips.

   Su Chenxian, who was hungry again: "..."

"Fairy, when the dens play racing cars, what they really need to pay attention to is not the opponent, nor the victory, nor the champion." The little nanny bun and the little paws ate the potato chips while babbling. .

  Su Chenxian's face was serious: "What is that?"

   If this scene were seen by someone who didn't know it, his jaw would definitely drop. He would definitely think that Su Chenxian was a fool and actually asked a 13-year-old for advice.

   (end of this chapter)