The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

"Ha ha ha ha!" Around, a tender laughter followed, and the voice was sloppy and contemptuous.

The guns in the hands of the two men were raised, and they wanted to move toward the rear. They just made a move. A white leg with a baby-like flesh suddenly swept in the direction of the two. The guns in both hands were all Kicked open.

Kicking in a row, in one fell swoop.

Looking at the short, poor leg shape, the shot is obviously a child.

The two men groaned and tried to push back the grape stalks that were pressed against them, only to be impulsive. The hands on the ground were suddenly stepped on by both feet.

One person was stepped on one hand, the other empty one wanted to resist, and the top of the head, a young but not arrogant voice screamed, "Do not move!"

The man pointed at by the gun didn't take the word seriously at first, and wanted to fight again. However, when he looked up, he saw the black lacquered muzzle above his head, and the man stunned.

Pointing at him is a real gun, a five-year-old child.

Looking at the professional with a gun gesture, it seems that the shooting method is not much better.

The man was frightened, the cold sweat on his forehead, and all the movements stopped.

Another man next to him stared at the boy standing in front of the two and looked at it. He wanted to pick up his own gun. The hand just reached out and a gunshot in the ear rang. The gun in the hand of the five-year-old child was facing his hand. Just opened a shot.

The man screamed twice, and the body held a ball and rolled it on the ground.

"You, raise your hand! Don't move!" Didn't look at the man, the gun in the small milk bag pointed to the other.

"Don't move!" Xiaochen was drilled out of the thick grape leaves, and the child's water gun in his hand pointed at the man and screamed with the small milk bag.

Her tone of learning is very different, the posture of the gun is also very standard, although the speech is not very clear, but the momentum is very sufficient.

There are two green leaves on the small head.

The child's water gun in his hand has no power at all.

The man lying on the ground looked at this and looked at it again. He never felt so guilty.

Threatened by two children who are not seven years old, they can't get mixed up later.

The small milk bag looked at him with a disappointment, crouched down in front of him, pulled the rope tied to the pile frame, and cut the man's hand back to him, and tied the other man's hand together.

"Dawn, how do you want to play today?" Yang Yang raised the gun in his hand, Xiao Yi smiled and looked at the little morning beside him.

Xiaochen’s big eyes with bright sparks thought about it seriously and gave his water gun to Xiaoyi.

She is not very likely to play these things, she is too admired for Xiao Yi, she thinks that her brother should be more fun.

The small milk bag took her gun, took it in her hand and played it, the direction of the muzzle turned, one of the men's pants.

"NO!" The man was shocked and changed, and he was conditioned to protect his lower body. However, his hand was tied.

"Let's say, who sent you?" The water gun in the hand of the small milk bag fired a shot at his crotch.

The drips of water dripping down the triangle of the man, listening to the sound, like a very --

The man's face was flushed and he felt that his dignity was sweeping the floor.

Even planted a five-year-old small broken child!

"Don't you say that?" The small milk bag returned the gun in his hand to Xiaochen, and suddenly pointed his gun at the man again--