"Mr. Zhou, Mrs. Zhou, drink water." Mrs. Wen brought water and fruit.

Mo Xiran quickly thanked her and invited her to sit down.

"I'm so sorry to bother you like this."

"Nothing." Mrs. Wen said with a smile, "Or it would be boring for me to be alone at home."

Because of Zhou Yanchen and Mo Xiran, Mrs. Wen specially asked for a few days off from the unit to accompany them.

I just sat down and chatted for a while, the phone ringtone rang.

Mrs. Wen answered the phone, "Hey, Jingyu. Yes, yes, okay."

After hanging up the phone, she said to Zhou Yanchen and Mo Xiran: "Jingyu said that there are members of the Youth Fighting Group coming to the team today."

Before she finished speaking, the cute bun turned around and looked at it, her little phoenix eyes shining.

Mrs. Wen smiled and continued, "Jingyu said we should take a small bag over and take a look, okay?"

Mo Xiran nodded and held the cute bun's little fleshy hand, "Do you want to go to the small bun?"

"Yeah." He said shyly, "I'm going."

Zhou Yanchen drove, carrying Mrs. Wen and Mo Xiran, as well as two children, Cute Baozi and Wen Junshi.

Wen Jingyu picked them up at the army gate and took them to the training hall.

The members of the Youth Fighting Group are both men and women, the youngest is 6 years old and the oldest is 11 years old.

The young students in the team sat on the ground, and the members were in the middle.

Mo Xiran and Zhou Yanchen were also sitting on the ground with the cute buns. Zhou Yanchen laid two mats for Mo Xiran before she felt relieved that she sat down.

Since Meng Baozi saw these members she had met on TV, she stared at them without blinking.

Mo Xiran rubbed his hair and suddenly remembered that once she was carrying cute buns, she saw a training staff on the way. At that time, he said that he would also be like this in the future.

"It's really a prophecy." He murmured, and Zhou Yanchen hugged his shoulders.

"What do you say?" he asked.

Mo Xiran told him the matter in a low voice, and at the end, he asked him: "Achen, you are willing to let Xiaobao be..."

Zhou Yanchen was staring with cute buns. He looked calm and serious and said in a deep voice: "This depends on him. If he wants to, we should respect him."

"Yeah." Nodded, she leaned into Zhou Yanchen's arms.

The demonstration performance of the fighting team members began soon.

They don’t look like teenagers at all. The speed and strength of their moves are amazing.

The cute bun was so excited that he saw that his little fists were clenched tightly.

Wen Jingyu stood behind him, looked at him and had an idea in his mind.

But this idea must be approved by Meng Baozi's parents, namely Zhou Yanchen and Mo Xiran.

Cute buns are a good seedling, and he really wants to cultivate him.

In the future, he will become the top in this field.

He had a premonition.

After watching the performance, the members invited the students to come and have some discussions.

The students also had combat training, and two of them had good grades. The members of the fighting team gave them a lot of guidance.

"Is there any?" asked the captain.

Although he is not the oldest in the fighting group, he is the most powerful.

Feng Ao is only 9 and a half years old this year.

"I!"

A boy's voice rang out.

Everyone looked over.

Mo Xiran looked at the cute bun with his little arms raised in surprise.

"packet?"

How could he get up?

"Xiaobao, these are all big brothers, you..."

Before Mo Xiran finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhou Yanchen.

"Xixi, let him go up and try it."

"Achen?"

"It's okay."

Looking at the cute bun, Zhou Yanchen patted his shoulder and said, "Go."

Meng Baozi looked at him, nodded deeply, and then turned to look at Wen Jingyu behind him.

Wen Jingyu smiled and nodded.

The cute bun walked to the middle and stood in front of Feng Ao.

Feng Ao looked at him, the child who had not yet fully grown up.

The fleshy ball is the most eye-catching thing about it.

It looks so good, too good to look good.

"Can you do it?"

It’s not that he looks down on cute buns, but Feng Ao is a professional fighting boy after all. “Are you afraid of getting you in a while?”

The cute bun didn't say anything, spread his legs slightly apart, and put in a prepared position.

Feng Ao was surprised and then smiled.

"Okay, come on."

The first move, he threw the cute bun to the ground.

There is no suspense about the outcome of a child under 4 years old and a 9 and a half years old.

Just by his height, Feng Ao is almost two heads taller than cute buns.

After being thrown by Feng Ao again and again, the cute bun hurts and doesn't say a word.

Gradually, he mastered some rhythm and was able to catch Feng Ao one or two moves.

Feng Ao became more and more surprised. For the 10th time, he threw the cute bun over and stretched out his hand to him.

Meng Baozi looked at the slender palm that was reaching towards him and gritted her teeth and put it on it.

Feng Ao pulled him up, patted his shoulder, and asked him in a low voice: "Do you want to come to our fighting Youth League? Kid."

The cute bun didn't say anything, took back his hand and returned to Mo Xiran's side.

Zhou Yanchen is very proud of him, even though he didn't win.

But mother and dad are different.

Looking at the purple purple on the cute bun, Mo Xiran bit her lips and didn't say anything, and she felt full of pain.

She gave up completely when she said that she would let Meng Baozi be a staff member.

Returning from the army to the training area compound, Mo Xiran applied medicine to Meng Baozi.

Meng Baozi looked at her, thought for a while, and whispered: "I don't hurt."

This sentence made Mo Xiran cry suddenly.

"Why doesn't it hurt? It's all green." She said, "No, in the future..."

"I really don't hurt." He said in a low voice. The cute bun raised his fleshy little hand and touched Mo Xiran's cheek, wiping away her tears, "I really don't hurt, mommy."

"!"

Mo Xiran was stunned and looked at him in disbelief.

"Xiaobao? What did you call me?"

The cute bun shyly lowered his head.

With her hand, she hugged him hard and kept kissing his hair, "Little bag, small bag, my little bag."

The cute bun rubbed her breasts and raised her mouth.

In the study, Wen Jingyu asked Zhou Yanchen to sit down and said he had something to say.

The phoenix eyes were deep, and Zhou Yanchen probably guessed what Wen Jingyu was going to say.

"Mr. Wen thinks, does a small bag fit?"

Sure enough, communicating with smart people is not tiring.
To be continued...