The mother planet secretly transformed without telling us

Two hours later, the three of them were in the bathroom brushing their teeth in front of Li Cang who was sitting on the edge of the bathtub. The clear stupidity in Qin Zhenzhen's eyes seemed to have completely assimilated to Big Leizi and Little Lasso. The three people had six eyes each. There are all kinds of emptiness and confusion.

"Wait, what did you just say?"

Li Laisi spat out the toothpaste foam in her mouth, turned around and almost knocked over the gas bottle sitting on the small bench with her breasts. One thing she said was that everyone seemed to hear the sound of water coming out of someone's head. A bottle of dissatisfaction Half the bottle sloshed.

"Take you back to do your hair and choose clothes," Li Cang repeated: "Our mother is waiting at the Hot Spring Mountain. We have made appointments with several professional teams. Hismore Aner will arrive in the afternoon. The base feels it is necessary to be more formal."

When Suo Zhihui moved in front of Li Cang, the magician's head twitched, and he slapped it with a snap, making a loud and crisp sound. Suo Zhihui's whole body was excited, and she looked at Li Cang in disbelief, and then at her petite and perky buttocks. Her eyebrows stretched and she was overjoyed, feeling like she was relieved to finally get what she wanted for so many years.

Li Cang tried to explain: "emmm, I said I could do it by myself. Do you believe it?"

Li Laisi looked irrelevant and curled her lips and said, "Aren't they tired? If you really have nothing to do, why don't you organize those people to clear the snow and ice on the streets to serve the people?"

Unknowingly, Li Cang seems to have gathered a bunch of friends here at the 3/7 base, and the one that the magician the most dislikes is probably the red-haired girl. After all, they are also one of the employees who walk on three legs. Jin Yujing doesn't need to engage in anything frivolous and submissive, and even the most basic business exchanges can be ignored.

But Heathmore An'er can't do that. Considering that some people have repeatedly rejected His Majesty An'er's kind invitations to conduct some unspeakable social activities, as a price, in addition to funds, resources and technical support, Occasionally, he has to be responsible for providing the necessary emotional value, often occasionally, to prevent this red-haired glass turret from having his mentality explode.

The invitation was sent yesterday, and the person is coming today. Regarding this, the base's attitude is: take your time, but be sure to be quick.

The level of attention that the base attaches to Hismoor Aner is extremely outrageous. After receiving the news yesterday afternoon, it began to prepare for this, treating it as a formal diplomatic visit, with a level of high standards almost second only to the last one in the Arab world. Mansour represented the multi-party talks with Li Cang, the base, and Monroe.

But for Li Cang himself, this was just a common occurrence in a literal sense. After all, everyone deserved it after not seeing each other for such a long time.

Hot Springs Mountain.

The base tries to maintain a low-key and grand pace. It has high-rail clearance and low-rail security along the way from Hot Spring Mountain to Monroe. It has deployed countless manpower. Of course, this is not entirely a case of making trouble at the base. It is also quite similar to the aristocratic social etiquette of the retro palace in Monroe. The relationship is a two-way relationship.

"Goose goose goose! It's like acting in a drama!" Qin Zhenzhen twirled the corners of her skirt and made a ladylike salute to everyone: "How! Do I, I, I, I, look like a noble girl?"

"Are you kidding me, what kind of aristocratic girl? You must know that you are the concubine of the Li family~"

Big Lao Wang gave a thumbs up with a serious look on his face. When Tai Xiaoyi changed into her dress and came out, Li Cang could guarantee that this guy's mouth movements were definitely meant to call him his mother.

There are many people, so stop it.

Tai Xiaoyi was even a little shy when she was stared at by Lao Wang: "Do you have to wear it? This dress seems a bit too flashy. It's a bit awkward to walk."

Rao Qifang and Jin Yujing both wore solemn and dignified bright red cheongsam with golden phoenixes on them: "Son, what do you think, Mom's outfit?"

"good!"

Fewer words mean bigger things.

Damn it, my mother seems to regard this family dinner as some serious event.

Rao Qifang dusted off her clothes and checked them several times: "Okay, okay, okay, as long as you don't embarrass my son, who is it? Has the dog been washed?"

Xu Hongfeng's voice came from a special bathroom, but what came out of the crack in the door was a cat head with teeth and claws: "Okay, okay, it's almost okay, Ah Fei, come back!"

A palm full of foam dragged Ah Fei back, who was screaming hoarsely. Ah Fei's eyes were desperate and crazy. A series of pinging noises and the screams of Xu Hongfeng and the dog came from the bathroom.

Rao Qifang looked away with satisfaction: "Er, tell me, Mom should prepare some small gifts or something. Wouldn't it be disrespectful to give out red envelopes directly?"

"Mom, it's just a common meal."

"That won't work either. We, from a small family, can't let others look down upon us. Who is that? Isn't An'er's father coming too?"

Li Cang opened his mouth: "You don't have to worry about an old fox like us, Aunt Jin, who can handle a bunch of things by herself."

"Oh, what about that? You should also change your clothes. Hurry up, people are coming!"

"ah?"

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Half an hour later, the magician in formal attire awkwardly stood in front of the pier. The drum band was playing and playing, which inevitably gave Li Cang the illusion that it was more appropriate to lie down with a white cloth covering him.

The pilot ship led the Heathmore An'er, which was worth more than 100 million and rivaled the Goldfish in terms of luxury, slowly sailed into the port. Suddenly, fireworks bloomed and ribbons flew. Li Cang followed the arrangements of the base as if he was sleepwalking. ,sleepy.

Two hours have passed since the official thing was over. Heathmore An'er almost said the third sentence to Li Cang. He started at zero frame and the old father said to the sky: "I'm really sorry. I didn’t know that coming with father would bring you so much trouble, I. You wouldn’t mind.”

Old Heathmore: (°ー°〃)

ah?

Am I in trouble?

Seeing his daughter, who was like a princess under the scorching sun, bright moon, and dazzling stars, and the black-haired boy holding each other's back, talking and laughing, the old father's heart was about to burst, and his lungs seemed to have expanded dozens of times. I almost didn’t bring the sparks with me.

"Mr. Heathmore!" Zhao Yang probably rarely wears a Chinese tunic suit once in his life. He always feels like he is no different from the perimeter security officers who used to be around the old chiefs. He has to speak stiffly. It's so damn uncomfortable: "Heath Miss Moore An'er will probably ride with Li Cang on the Servant of Destiny. Let's board the ship too, and I will introduce you to the customs and customs of the base along the way! "

"I'm here for the first time, Commander Zhao. I'm honored, but will it be too much trouble for you?"

etc!

My baby girl, my little princess

Why are you going to be a servant of fate with that wild boy? What do you mean by acting like a matter of course if you don't stop him?

The mentality of the two of them overlapped to some extent at the moment. They were both smiling on the face but showing off in their hearts. The middle-aged man had a double dose of hypocrisy and greasy ecology. He seemed to be devouring each other and looked at each other with disgust.