Perfect Secret Love: The Bad New Wife is a Little Sweet

Ye Zheng doesn't understand the gambling stone industry, but the word "gambling" is stained with the word "gambling”, but anything related to gambling probably has some luck ingredients.

Though in the gambling stone industry, grinding for dozens of years, how can experience be the old way, how rich the skills people will never dare to make steady money at Haikou. Otherwise, the gambling stone industry only feared extinction a hundred years ago. Isn't the world rich everywhere?

A scene from the previous life flashed from Ye Zheng's mind. Shortly after, Ye Zheng slowly opened her eyes and watched the slow white clouds float through the window. She took out a book on gambling stones in her bag and prepared to obey the instructions of Shi Night Cold, first understanding some of the basics of gambling stones.

But she just turned the book over three or four pages.

One hand suddenly appeared on top of her book, and a fierce hand dragged the book over!

Ye Qiang slightly stunned, subconsciously raised his head.

This is just what I see...

The boy who dragged her books was actually about 11 or 12 years old.

The little boy had no idea what was wrong with what he had done. He took the book and swayed it back to his place.

Ye Zhuang turned to the little boy: “Can I have my book back, my little friend? ”

“For what?” The little boy didn't think he'd turn his head and glanced at Ye Zheng.

Ye Zheng stared at the little boy with some silence.

I saw a lot of rumors about the bear child on Twitter earlier. I didn't expect to let her meet a "live” today!

I've been discussing issues with Si Nikkon about children before, and I can't blame her for not liking the creature.

Not only did I not apologize at all, but I should have taken something from a stranger in a blatant manner...

However, the middle-aged men and women sitting beside them ignored what the boy had done, did not have any repressive behavior, much less wanted to explain or apologize to Ye Xiao, a party.

“You're his guardians?” Ye Zheng frowned and looked at the middle-aged men and women.

“What's the matter? ”

Some of the wealthy middle-aged women, pointed eyebrows, and some impatiently looked at Ye Zheng.

“Your kids took my stuff.” Ye Qiandao.

Smell, the middle-aged woman skipped her lips and looked at the book taken from her bear child. She didn't think, “Isn't it just a book? You said you were so grown up, what are you talking about with a child? Show him what's going on. Besides, can you read a book like this? ”

The phrase of a middle-aged woman truly leaves Ye Zheng speechless.

This is really...

Dragon, Phoenix, rat's son can punch a hole.

What kind of bear parents, what kind of bear children are raised.

Before Ye Zheng opened his mouth, he suddenly left his seat and sank a face. He didn't say a word and took the book from the bear child.

“How dare you rob my book!” The bear child looked at the book in his hand and was snatched. It suddenly blew up, almost unconsciously. He lifted his foot and kicked it into his eleventh thigh.

Eleven steps slightly moved, the bear child didn't even get his pants and feet halfway. Eleven faces grew shady, squinting his eyes and watching the dead bear child coldly:

“Who taught something so uncultivated! ”