Domineering of the giants: the little sweetheart of the young army

Rice: ...Daughter, what is the matter with this fear of chaos?

Long Qingtian had long been used to Mo Jiu's style, and was not at all surprised by what she said occasionally, and his subordinates put in even more effort.

The two wrists met, and with a bang, their bodies collided.

Les hooked his lips into a smile, charming all beings: "Boy, you are not my opponent. I have been in love for so many years, and there is no one who can't win. This woman is mine!"

Hmph, it's definitely his daughter, even if she doesn't admit it, she still has my blood on her body!

Long Qingtian punched it.

The two separated again, Long Qingtian's eyes deepened, like midnight, their legs intersected, and they collided again with a bang.

Long Qingtian said deeply: "Want an old cow to eat young grass? Ask my fist first!"

Les laughed.

During the chat, the two men kept fighting and fought for more than a dozen rounds.

The more they fought, the more frightened the two became.

Long Qingtian knew that there was a sky beyond the sky, but it was beyond his expectation that this man was so powerful.

Rice has long known that Long Qingtian is the king of special forces, but every year the king of special forces is like that. He never expected that Long Qingtian would be able to draw with him!

Both of them had a feeling of meeting a confidant over wine, and the fight was hearty and dripping.

Rice specially hit Long Qingtian's face, euphemistically saying: "Boy, I think your face is uncomfortable. I will beat anyone who is as handsome as me."

Long Qingtian is not so weak, but counterattacked: "If you have the ability, hit a few more times, I am more handsome than you."

Mo Jiu: ...Brother, can we be more narcissistic?

Rice laughed again, this son-in-law, he really liked it more and more!

The two fought for a few more rounds, and when they were tired, they stopped at the same spot and rested at a distance of five meters.

Les moved his neck and shoulders, and stretched out his fingers to Long Qingtian, "Amazing!"

Long Qingtian snorted coldly, "To each other."

Rice shrugged his shoulders, "Miss Mo Xiaojiu..."

"It's mine." Long Qingtian retorted immediately, shaking his fist, "As a gangster, we are not in the same world as us. This time, I will spare you for the time being, but next time... I will be punished if you offend me." It's not so easy to get out of it."

Rice pouted, and looked at Mo Jiu again, "I was saying goodbye to Miss Mo Jiu today."

Say goodbye?

Hearing these two words, Mo Jiu was slightly taken aback.

Uncle Mei is leaving?

Les pursed his lips, "I'm going back."

ah!Could it be that after Les saw that he had no future with Mo Jiayi today, this guy became disheartened?

Although she didn't like Mo Jiayi, she was her mother anyway. Mo Jiu felt that she had to apologize to Rice.

After all, it was Mo Jiayi who woke up from a vegetative state because of his help, right?

Mo Jiu took two steps forward and stretched out his arms: "Uncle Mei, I will miss you."

As soon as she stretched out her arm, Long Qingtian grabbed her wrist and snorted coldly.

Mo Jiu took the opportunity to retract his arm, but before he could say anything, a figure suddenly flickered beside her, and then, a warm thing was printed on her forehead.

Forehead?

Mo Jiu was stunned.

The scent of the perfume that belonged to Les filled the room with contempt, and Les's lips were so close that Mo Jiu didn't even react.

When she came to her senses, she held her forehead dumbfounded. Was she being...eating tofu?