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Jiang Moshen's heart was as happy as a violent wind.

But silently.

It's just that in my mind, I instantly overturned the original "milk ball version of the primary training plan".

But.

Updated to "Genius Baby Special Training Program".

Designed for small milk dumplings alone.

Tailor-made.

Jiang Mo squatted down, knelt on the mat on one knee, and gently adjusted the movements of the little milk ball.

"The left hand can be lowered here

..." "Sugar candy baby, try

this place..." "Start from this place hard..." The

little milk ball clenched his fists hard, listening to the words of the third uncle, and made some changes.

The fluidity of the movements increases again.

Moreover, Jiang Moshen also contributed his right hand as Huo Xiaotang's training "object".

"Hey, hey!"

"Third uncle~

" "I'm starting!"

The little milk ball exercised for a while, huffing and panting.

The face turned even redder.

A tiny bead of sweat appeared on his forehead.

But she didn't feel tired at all, she was still excited.

The crystal clear eyes are full of serious and focused looks.

Again and again, Jiang Moshen's right hand was "thrown" out.

And every time more perfect than every time.

One time at a time, harder and harder.

After a few times, Jiang Moshen's guidance was not needed at all.

Even Huo Yizhan, who was shooting wildly with his mobile phone, also saw the amazing talent of the little milk ball.

He blinked in disbelief.

That's awesome!

When Little Sugar Candy grows up, he, the king of the dark world, may have to give up his position to her.

No, no, no.

Such a hard work, or he did it himself, how could he make Little Sugar Candy dirty hands.

Their little princess, as long as she is happy, beautiful is good.

Woohoo!

The little sugar candy waving his little fist is really cute!

After

training a set of movements, Huo Xiaotang released his palm slightly, panting and resting.

Jiang Moshen used his hands as fans and gently fanned her.

Huo Yizhan took the towel and sports drink in his hand and stood by at any time.

The little milk ball was still smiling sweetly on his sweaty little face.

"Third uncle, as long as Sugar Candy learns this, can he compete?"

As he said .

. But there was an abrupt and piercing sound on the side.

"Hmph, just a little doll, haven't been weaned yet?"

"It's a shame to even want to compete with people."

"Black and white asked when it became a baby amusement park, and he was followed by two male nannies."

Jiang Moshen and Huo Yizhan heard this.

Immediately, his face sank.

Sharp eyes swept over.

I saw that it was a half-grown brat.

Six or seven year old boy.

Fat mounds, full of fat.

Short hedgehog head, eyes squeezed into two thin slits by fat flesh.

He is also wearing a white taekwondo suit and a yellow belt around his waist.

Imply.

This little boy is not a beginner and has been training for a while.

At his age, it is also a good result.

But -

at a young age, he was so outspoken.

People without martial virtue, even if they learn taekwondo well, it is useless.

"What are you? Dare to point fingers at our little baby! Don't hurry up and get out of my way! "

Huo Yizhan immediately exploded in his sister control attribute.

Even if the other party is a little brat, he will not hesitate to choke back.

If only somewhere else.

Someone dares to talk to the little milk ball like this.

The cold gun in his hand had long been taken out and pointed at the man's head.

Jiang Moshen also clenched his hands into fists.

The knuckles of the fingers make a "click" sound.

Rage is soaring.

The little milk ball was tightly protected by his uncle and brother, but he walked out at this time.

The small figure is imposing.

His eyes looked at the little fat boy seriously.

Word by word.

Domineering milky voice.

"I'm not a little doll, it's called Huo Xiaotang, I'm three and a half years old this year

~" "They're not a male nanny, it's my third uncle, and my third brother~

" "Do you want to compete with me?"

The little milk ball usually looks soft and sticky, but every critical moment, it is always tough and brave.

When the little fat boy heard this, he immediately laughed arrogantly.

He pulled the yellow belt on his body, arrogant and proud.

"See clearly, I'm a yellow belt!"

"Yellow belt!"

"me off, I beat you crying mother!"

Jiang Moshen looked at this scene, but let out a sneer: "Hmph, who beats whom, not necessarily!" The

little fat boy never expected that from the little milk ball to Jiang Moshen, everyone looked down on him.

He narrowed his eyes in an effort to widen.

Shouted loudly: "Than! We race! Compare and compare! Who is afraid of whom!

Huo Yizhan frowned disapprovingly.

This arrogant little fat man is so much bigger than Little Sugar Candy, and he stinks and wants to compete with a three-and-a-half-year-old child.

What if you rudely hurt the little milk ball!

It's not enough to crush that little fat man to ashes!

But.

After Huo Yizhan and Jiang Moshen made eye contact, they seemed to already know what this man was doing.

His face changed, and he immediately said.

"Little fatty, you have already bullied the small with the big, it is considered that we let you."

"Then we set the rules."

"A game is decided, and whoever comes first will lose the game!"

The little fat man shrugged arrogantly: "It doesn't matter, anyway, it must be me who wins in the end." "

Competition.

Coming soon.

The three of them prepared on the side.

Calm and murderous.

Huo Yizhan: "Little sugar candy don't be afraid, that little fat man dares to hurt you, and my brother will get it back ten times a hundredfold!" "

Little milk balls:" Sugar candy is not afraid~

" Jiang Moshen: "Sugar sugar baby, remember the movements that your uncle taught you just now, you just -" The

man approached the ear of the little milk ball.

A whisper.

The eyes are full of triumphant light.

The little milk ball smiled gently, and the light in his eyes was like Jiang Moshen.

It is said that the nephew is like an uncle.

It really makes sense.

Not a moment later.

The little milk ball walked onto the competition venue with little feet.

The black double ponytail dangled behind his head.

Totally a cute little cute girl.

Such a cute little baby actually wants to compete with a little boy so much older than her?!

This little boy is so fat, he has little milk babies twice the size!

This is not an obvious bully of the little doll, and it is too shameful!

The eyes of the people around them once again focused on this competition field.

The eyes were full of shock and distress.

Huo Xiaotang walked to the middle position.

Look at the little fat boy in front of you.

She bent down slightly and bowed to the other party.

This is what the third uncle and third brother did just now!

This is the etiquette ~ appearance ~

little milk ball learns quickly and seriously.

And that fat boy.

But he didn't even move.

Wrapped his hands around his chest, he looked at the little milk ball with disdain.

He also mocked: "Don't think that if you do this, I will show mercy to your subordinates, you don't measure yourself!" "

The little milk ball is preoccupied and meticulous.

Completely did not care about the provocations of the other side.

The little fat boy was treated as air, and the expression on his fat face was distorted.

At this time.

A whistle came.

The competition has officially begun!

Little fat boy: Lao Tzu wants you to look good! You're playing!

He was thinking happily.

The small milk ball that was originally slow to move, but it shot out instantly.

She immediately grabbed the yellow belt that the little fat boy had proudly flaunted.

One hand in front.

One hand in the back.

The little fat boy didn't react at all, and his fat body stumbled.

The little milk ball's eyes lit up.

Grab this gap immediately.

Make a shovel with your left foot and push your right foot hard.

Sideways.

Use your back to exert force.

/Surprisingly winning/.

These were all given to her by Jiang Moshen just now.

Overnight.

Bang.

The little fat boy, who was full of fat, was thrown to the ground in embarrassment.

Another gorgeous and graceful over-the-shoulder fall.

The little milk ball actually threw the boy, twice her body, to the ground.

"Wow..." "

It's a miracle!"

"I'm not dazzled... That's awesome too! After

the tension and silence, it was like fireworks blooming, and the taekwondo gym broke into roaring applause.

And small milk balls.

Still standing steady.

As soon as she lowered her head, her condescending gaze looked at the little fat boy who had fallen to the ground with a painfully twisted expression.

Small figure.

It's like a Wonder Woman.

-

Little milk ball: I'm really as good as my third uncle! Super handsome!

Jiang Moshen: Hmph, loser, Sugar Sugar's subordinates are defeated!

Huo Yizhan: Filmed! The wonderful scene of Little Sugar Candy NO.1 was photographed by me! Must be treasured! Never let others see it!