Chapter 1092: Jun Shang adults PK Xiao Shishu (5)

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Ink squirmed out his hand and murderously pointed to the direction of Luo Yun's departure.

Mu Yan screamed and laughed. "What little white face? Little kid, no politeness. This is my little teacher."

Said, but also took his little ass.

How does this ink singer like Qihuang, who likes to call Xiaoshishu a little white face.

Where the Emperor of the Emperor was treated with the ass, a pair of blue dragons suddenly smashed.

Angry and sulking, he said, "You, no rude..."

Mu Yan saw him with a small face, drums and gangs, trying to release the pressure, and could not help but burst into laughter.

Why is the ink-like look of the ink, the more it looks like the emperor?

She couldn't help but kiss the white and tender face and smiled and said: "I am rude?"

Ink's little face suddenly rose red, but the momentum of the whole body was like a puncture ball, leaking light.

"In short, I hate that little white face!" He gnawed his teeth. "You don't want to be too close to him!"

Mu Yan smiled even more happily. "Why? Is it because he looks better than you?"

"He looks better than me?" The whole person must have fried hair. "You, you still said that he was not thinking about him!"

This gentleman looks unparalleled in the world, a small white face in the district, where the long is better than Ben Jun!

Jun Muyan, are you blind?

Still want to climb the wall? ! ! !

The whole man is about to explode, if he is now the body of the emperor.

I must knead this woman in my arms and slap it over and punish.

Let her know who is the best! !

Mu Yan heard his angry complaints, first glimpse, then laughed and said, "Do you think that the person I just said is a small teacher? How come? I have never seen a small uncle cook. Okay."

She was silent for a moment, the smile in the voice converges, and the rest is only gentle and gentle, with a faint sad thought, "I am talking about my fiance."

"When he was by my side, he always cooked himself to cook a lot of things. His cooking is very good, no matter how ordinary the ingredients are, he will become delicious food when he arrives. I am Born without the talent of cooking..."

"I was forced to separate from him, and I have not been able to see him again so far, and I have never tasted such a delicious taste."

Mu Yan’s voice is light and faint, but it seems to hold a rare treasure, gently care, and remember carefully.

She did not find out that with her narrative, the anger on the face of Mo Yan had already been heard.

It was completely replaced by a fiery feeling that seemed to overflow.

The hands on the side of the body smashed into fists, and the blue veins appeared.

Long eyelashes hang down to cover the turbulent distress and thoughts in the blue dragonfly.

"You want the first prize in the spirit kitchen competition, I will help you to win?"

The child's voice is crisp and tender, but with an unbearable hoarseness.

Mu Yan returned to her mind from her thoughts, but she couldn’t help but smile again. "You can't forget it! If you have this small body, can you afford the spatula?" !"

This time, Momo was not angry again, but grabbed her neck and gently said in her ear: "No, I will give you as long as you want."

Mu Yan’s heart suddenly jumped.

At this moment, she had the illusion that the emperor was talking in his own ear.