Transmigrating: I Married the Male Protagonist’s Uncle

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, after the fastest update of the book, I married the protagonist and his uncle's latest chapter!After finishing speaking, he shouted his son excitedly, "Little Qi, let's sleep with Mommy tonight!"

Xiao Qi Da ran out of her room holding a pillow, and by the way, she glanced at Huo Ci standing at the door of the kitchen with a black face, and said with a smile: "Grandpa, I'm sleeping with Mommy today, you can sleep by yourself! "

Huo Ci gritted his posterior molars and glanced over it coldly, looking at this conscientious little boy. His mother came back, he was nothing, right?

Brat!

Just wait and see!

He clamored to sleep with him in the future, and if he relentlessly agreed, his surname would not be Huo!

In the living room, it became quiet and the headlights were turned off.

Huo Ci standing alone in the kitchen washing the dishes, he could only hear the sound of the water flowing, his handsome face was so dark that water dripped out, and the more he thought about it, the more bleak he felt. Put down.

Who knew that when he took the bowl and put it back in the cupboard, the top bowl shook, and suddenly fell down, with a crisp sound, and broke.

When people were unlucky, drinking water was stuffed between their teeth, and when they squatted down to pick up the porcelain pieces cursingly, his hand accidentally cut a hole, watching the blood gurg down, and the frown became tighter.

Fuck!

When I met someone I didn't want to see, I was already very angry. When I came back home, I didn't give him a good face one by one. Now he can't get through even a bowl!I can't live this day!

When Ling Sheng came over quietly, she saw her father with a sullen handsome face, staring at the bleeding hand, with a very low aura, thinking about whether or not to turn around and run away, but watched him bleeding. Hand, heart softened: "Dad, let me deal with the wound for you!"

Huo Ci froze for a moment, and the light in the living room turned off. When she was standing at the door, the light was a bit dim. For a while, the figure of another person appeared in front of her, with an irritable growl, "Go!"

Ling Sheng wasn't someone who could roar away with just one word. His rubber face was getting more and more skinny. He brought the first aid kit and pressed him on the sofa with a squeeze to treat his wounds.

There was a long wound at the tiger’s mouth. It was not deep, but it shed a lot of blood. It was disinfected, applied with medicine, and wrapped in gauze. He thought he was clever and tied a bow, and looked up with a smile. Compliment: "Dad, isn't it pretty?"

Huo Ci looked at the mentally retarded eyes, disgusted to death: "What are you in this bag?"

Ling Sheng tilted his head and looked at it carefully, boasting with certainty: "It's pretty, you don't understand, this is a bow."

Huo Ci looked at the bow, his eyes deepening, the ugly bow, except for the stinky girl in front of him, she was the only one who could tie the bow so ugly.

Fuck!

crazy!

Is it because I saw it today?

Why do you always think of her no matter what you see!

Huo Ci is about to sleep.

Ling Sheng knocked on the door, opened a crack in the door and put a delicate gift box on the table, whispering: "Dad, your gift."

Huo Ci squinted at her with a disgusting look. I don't know why. The moment she saw the gift box, her mood improved a lot. After seeing her turn around to leave, he said: "How come back?"

Ling Sheng paused. He didn't expect her father to be a person, and he knew to ask: "I came back by taxi."

Huo Ci gave a hum, and opened the gift box directly. It was a scarf, blue, with the corners of his lips slightly raised. It was a bit useful to raise a cheap girl.