The big-name husband has played too much: the poisonous pet, the good girl

However, Xiaoyan hurried to Los Angeles the next day, begging her grandma to make an offering to Xiaobai crying, "Xiaobai, please pity your Uncle Yan, the Sahara Desert is definitely not a place where people can go, now you Aunt Xue'er is still fighting with me, once I leave, my wife will be gone."

Xiaobai glanced at Uncle Yan who was exaggeratedly kneeling and begging him, breathed out a cold breath, and said with a sneer:

"Ha! Dad really can threaten people, but that's your business, it has nothing to do with me!"

He only cares about his own rights, where there is oppression, there is resistance>

He can't just compromise like this, otherwise he will have to live in his devil training from now on. [

Xiaobai raised his hands high, begging Murongjue for a hug, and as soon as Murongjue stretched out his hand, he used his strength to climb directly to his shoulders, and directly ignored Xiaoyan who was beside him.

"Xiaobai, you can't be so heartless, Uncle Yan is always the best to you."

Xiaoyan didn't give up, he was going to be soft first, if not, he would just knock Xiaobai unconscious and tie him back.

Murong Jue got his idea from the look in his eyes, and his face was replaced by coldness immediately, giving him a warning look.

Don't hurt his nephew, and he will not interfere with other methods.

Xiaoyan shrugged and weighed again and again, planning to stay and fight a protracted battle.

However, if Xiaobai submits obediently, then he is not the son that Tian Junhao is proud of but always loathes on the outside.

That night, after the lights were turned off, he sneaked up from the bed and put on his backpack.

Don't think that a four-year-old child can't do anything. Under Tian Junhao's devilish training, he is obviously more agile than a teenager. Now flying over eaves and walls is just a piece of cake for him.

There is no place to keep people here.

He was going to transfer to his second uncle, Nan Gongyi would not face his father, but would definitely take him in.

He thought of where to go, sneaked up the window in the middle of the night, patted his ass and left.

So under the dim light, there was a suspicious target on the second floor of the apartment hanging from the fence on the second floor and moving down bit by bit.

The little arms and legs were pulling the sheets on the wall, swaying in the air, aiming at a sycamore tree in front of the building, trying to use their strength to bounce themselves over.