Yu Min has always been extremely sure of her baby's gender.

So Yu Shenghuan’s child was not only named early, but the crib, stroller and even the milk bottle were all pink baby girl items.

When most Chinese people see a baby wearing pink, they will habitually think it is a girl.

"This little girl is so cute!"

Yu Shenghuan was one month old, and He Xiaoman held a family dinner. However, people who knew the news still came to join them, such as Zheng He's wife, a luxury car amateur. The couple had a good work arrangement, and Zheng He's wife had long been He Xiaoman.

A crazy fan.

Spending more than 300 yuan to fasten a small silver lock on the baby is also distracting.

But as soon as the word "little girl" came out of his mouth, Yu Shenghuan's face darkened.

The little fat boy kicked the little silver lock to the ground with three kicks.

"Oh, this little girl has a really bad temper. It's not easy to mess with. We'll save others from bullying us in the future." Zheng He's wife all said nice things to her, but she saw that the face of the little fat friend, the Ghost King, was getting more and more ugly.

He Xiaoman laughed so hard his stomach hurt.

This third aunt is simply amazing.

Poke hard with the knife one after another, without leaving the center of the mouth.

"This is my son." Yu Min had no choice but to explain.

Zheng He's wife suddenly widened her eyes, looked at Yu Min and then at Yu Shenghuan, and then laughed and said: "Oh, it's my fault. I thought this child was so beautiful and thought it was a girl. My son is good,

This guy and girl have a bright future, and Yu Min will be very lucky in the future."

Zheng He's wife looked around Yu Min's pink room and left in embarrassment.

It’s no wonder that people misunderstood the pink quilt, the pink blue apron, and the colorful water-pink mosquito net.

Afterwards, Yu Shenghuan’s little fat friend’s face always looked ugly.

That's why Yu Min dragged He Xiaoman to accompany her to buy again. All the baby's things were changed to blue, and the patterns were also Shukebeita Iron Man.

The Ghost King almost never cries, but even though he is the Ghost King and knows everything in his heart, he is just a little baby now. He can only make a "beep, oh, oh, oh" sound when he is hungry and urinates. Zhang Caihua couldn't help but be surprised.

"I have never seen such a well-behaved and sensible child in my life. You see, my daughter never cries or makes a fuss, and rarely wets her pants. She is clean and sensible. Xiao Min, how many lifetimes have you spent to have such a baby?

.It’s not like our He Xiaoman..."

He Xiaoman rolled his eyes and did it again.

Whenever my mother praises the Ghost King, she will definitely use her as a negative example.

"When He Xiaoman was two years old, he peeed and caught it with his hands, crying and calling his mother, "It's leaking. It's leaking." It's said that He Xiaoman secretly ate watermelon when he was three years old and bit into the watermelon. He Xiaoman was four years old.

I had diarrhea once when I was 18 years old, and unfortunately I had a fart in the process..."

"Giggle, hehehe, haha, giggle~"

Little Yu Shenghuan laughed so hard that her face turned red. She held one of her fat feet with one hand and rolled it over in the crib.

"Oh my God, can this child understand what we are talking about?" Zhang Caihua was already extremely surprised, and then said with surprise and joy: "Nannan is a genius, he can turn over in just one month, my God! It must be so.

I listen to stories. Let me tell you about when I was five years old..."

The Ghost King was playing with his fat toes and tilting his head at He Xiaoman.

He Xiaomansheng was helpless: Bubu, let’s go do the task.

——Okay!

…

…

"I said to do the fucking mission, I didn't say to do the mission now!"

——Everyone has come...

Looking at the gray and foggy world, He Xiaoman was a little crazy.

Qiuyan calls the bulletin board a housekeeper. As for Tan Shang Bu Bu, a housekeeper who is so incompetent, as a poor house owner who has been cheated, can he apply for a replacement?

——You can also exchange it. First, give me back the popularity and nodes you owe me.

"Forget it that I owe Him the universe, when will I owe you again?"

——When you pretend to be a thin donkey but don't listen to the advice and insist on saving that big machine. Otherwise, do you think that you, a small informal homeowner, can achieve such a big cross-border feat? What are you doing?

Super-dimensional operation, a big machine uses a super-dimensional operation. You know how difficult super-dimensional is before you wake up. And I, your little Bubu, I am willing to risk being cleaned up in order to help you with illegal super-dimensional operations. I still owe you

I have the same amount of foreign debt as you. Now the new person is better than the old person. You are going to change people, eh eh eh ~

He Xiaoman felt dizzy when he heard this. She was so emotional that she was still hungry on the bulletin board!

She also really wants to find someone to smack her with!

"Do you think we can settle our debt by selling him while Gale is sleeping?"

——Bah! It was you who I wanted to save at first, but you are the one who wants to be sold now, you scumbag!

He Xiaoman:o(╥﹏╥)o

"Let's go do the mission."

——Okay!

He Xiaoman looked at the thickening fog around him and whispered: "Bubu, please send me the plot and mission."

——The mission this time is to stay alive, and the plot this time has no plot.

Grass, it is a plant.

He Xiaoman had no choice but to continue the body's original movement with dazed steps - walking forward.

She didn't know her identity or what she was going to do, so she just walked forward numbly.

Fortunately, we didn't go far when a four-story building appeared in front of us - Old Mark's convenience store.

Some information about this convenience store automatically appeared in He Xiaoman's mind.

Although the name is Old Mark, it has nothing to do with Mark, because Mark is dead, and his widow sold the convenience store to a pair of brothers. Now the convenience store named Old Mark has become bigger than the one in the small town.

The only supermarket is larger and has more complete items.

Of course, unlike those gas station convenience stores, its services are more diversified, but it cannot refuel.

He Xiaoman lowered his head and looked at the banknotes in his hands. They were colorfully printed with a beauty's head, but they were neither U.S. dollars nor pounds, just a kind of coin that He Xiaoman had never seen before.

"Buy me two bottles of Laoqiang, two ready-to-eat burgers, a large portion of fried chicken, and you can buy a piece of bread for the rest."

An image of a man with a scar at the corner of his eye flashing instructions to her flashed in her mind.

The moment the man's image appeared, He Xiaoman's body shrank habitually.

The door of the convenience store was closed. There were not many people in the convenience store early in the morning.

The originally clean tempered glass door was covered with fine mist condensed water droplets.

He Xiaoman could still clearly see the image of his host this time on the glass door through the hazy fog.

He is about 1.5 meters tall, with thin and soft black hair tied into a messy and fluffy ponytail. I don't know whether it is because of running in a hurry or the endless thick fog, but a few strands of broken hair are stuck to his forehead.

He is a Caucasian man of fifteen or sixteen years old.

The little girl's clothes were also very ordinary, a pair of white washed black jeans, a shoulder-cut pure cotton T-shirt, and a pair of dirty Crocs.
Chapter completed!