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Inside the dressing room.

There was a sweet and sticky sound.

"Third uncle, sugar candy candy~"

When the little milk ball spoke, he was full of confidence.

Jiang Moshen smiled heartily and continued to wait patiently.

A few minutes later.

The door to the dressing room was gently pulled open by a small white hand.

A small figure came out from behind the door.

The little milk ball also changed into a white taekwondo suit.

Already the smallest size.

But wearing it on her, it still looks a little big.

The top is loose and crumbly.

The pants are long.

The trouser leg fell to the floor.

Make the little milk dumplings look like a small soup ball wrapped up.

Round and rolling.

Milk cute milk cute.

Because the pants are too long, the little milk ball can't take a step away, and can only drag it step by step.

When walking, swing and swing.

It looks like a little penguin.

Seeing Jiang Moshen's lips smiling, his eyes were spoiled, and his heart was completely melted.

Even the hideous scar on his face.

It was also because of his expression at this time that he became less terrifying.

In the hands of the little milk ball, he grabbed a white belt.

Deflated small mouth.

Helplessly said: "Third uncle, sugar candy can't be tied up~" Chu Chu's

pitiful pleading gaze.

A cute light wave was sent towards Jiang Moshen.

The burly and tall man immediately knelt down on one knee and squatted in front of Huo Xiaotang.

"Sugar candy baby, third uncle help you."

With his thick fingers, he carefully sorted out the clothes on the little milk ball.

Adjust the shoulders.

Neat placket.

Roll up the trouser legs.

In the dojo, everyone wears no shoes.

The little milk ball milky white little feet were immediately exposed.

From the heels to the little toes, it's all fleshy.

Round little toes, like pearls one by one.

Followed by.

Jiang Moshen took the white belt in the little milk ball's hand.

White.

Represents spotless.

It also represents the beginners present.

Jiang Mo Shen hugged the little milk ball, spun around her waist, and tied a beautiful one-sided bow.

The loose costume was tied up.

Right at this time.

Behind Jiang Moshen, another figure appeared - Huo Yizhan.

Huo Yizhan's body is wearing the same taekwondo uniform.

On the waist.

Wearing the same black belt as Jiang Moshen.

Same highest level.

Young and vigorous, flourishing.

He is tall and tall, and his appearance is enchanting and handsome.

Huo Yizhan is the most eye-catching handsome guy in this taekwondo venue.

The female trainees on the side couldn't help but scream.

But!

In Huo Yizhan's eyes, there was only Huo Xiaosugar.

He just saw the scene where Jiang Moshen tied the belt for the little milk ball.

The heart suddenly fried!

Damn, he should have changed his clothes earlier.

He is the one who sorts out the clothes for Little Sugar Candy in this way!

Now it's cheap for nothing, Jiang Mo Shen.

My heart is full of regret.

Angrily glared at Jiang Moshen's back.

However

When the little milk ball raised his head, Huo Yizhan immediately smiled.

"Third brother, you are so handsome in this dress~"

Little Milk Danzi's eyes were shining, and he praised sweetly.

Huo Yizhan immediately threw the sour vinegar smell just now out of cloud nine.

There is a smug smile that cannot be hidden.

He also raised his eyebrows at Jiang Mo secretly.

Little sugar candy praises me handsome!

Hear no!

Little sugar candy only praised me for being handsome!

Jiang Mo snorted coldly in his heart.

He doesn't care about this silly boy who smells of milk.

I just want to hold the hand of the little milk ball.

......

A group of three.

They stepped onto the hard sponge mat of the dojo.

Stepping on it barefoot, hard, but soft.

The little milk ball felt novel and jumped on tiptoe.

Big dark eyes, flashing and flashing.

Be curious about everything around you.

In the dojo, it's not just the three of them.

There are adults who come to the gym....

There are young teenagers who come to study....

There are also children who are slightly older than the little milk balls and raise their hands and feet....

From time to time, shouts of "hey, hey, hey" sounded.

Let people listen, and the spirit is lifted.

For such a scene, the little milk ball was not only not frightened, but blushed and stared closely.

Passing by places where there are people PK.

The little milk ball also clenched its small fists, and also made a small milk sound of "hehehe".

Soft.

In this way, Jiang Moshen and Huo Yizhan were relieved.

The little milk balls are much braver than they thought.

The two glanced at each other.

In his eyes, a fierce fire burst out, filled with the smell of gunsmoke.

As if overnight.

They returned to the day of the Huo family's villa.

The two families confronted each other and refused to give in to each other.

It's time for a minute.

Because.

They came to the taekwondo gym today with small milk balls.

It's not just about moving your body with little milk balls.

It was even more to accomplish what was not done that day.

A PK.

A real contest between men and men.

Just before the contest.

They must....

Jiang Moshen led the little milk ball and walked to the venue exclusive to him.

Crouch down again.

He looked at Huo Xiaotang and explained in a low voice.

"Sugar candy baby, this is the area where we play."

"Wait a minute, the third uncle is going to have a game with Stinky - and your brother."

"It's a race, just like a running race, to see who is better. Definitely not a quarrel.

Huo Yizhan repeated in a stronger tone: "It's a game, not a quarrel." Don't be afraid. "

Competition?"

Little Milk Ball's round eyes rolled around.

Little finger pointed to the side, two teenagers who scuffled and pulled together.

Milk huffed and asked, "Is it such a competition?"

Jiang Moshen: "Sugar candy baby is really smart, yes, it's such a competition."

Huo Yizhan: "It may be a little more intense, but it's definitely just intense... A little bit! "

The little milk ball looked at the side, and then looked at the third uncle and third brother in front of him.

Two men quietly waited for her answer.

As long as Huo Xiaodang liked it a little, they canceled today's covenant battle.

Under the gaze of the focused eyes.

The little milk ball raised the corners of her lips and smiled sweetly, revealing cute little dimples.

"If you compete, third uncle, third brother, you all have to come onヾ(◍°∇°◍)ノ゙"

This voice was soft and sticky encouragement.

Hearing this, Jiang Moshen and Huo Yizhan were boiling with enthusiasm.

Two men who have always been competitive have a roaring fire in their eyes.

Be sure to win!

Especially in front of the little milk dumplings, you must win!

Huo Xiaodang was arranged next to the competition venue.

Be the only audience.

She sat on the cushion with her calves crossed and her fleshy little ass.

Waving his little hand, his eyes looked not far away with interest.