Koi carp descends from the sky: group pet Fubao is three years old

Chapter 358
"Familiar? When you say that, it's true. I also think that Writer Tang's daughter looks familiar. Hiss... Where did you meet her?"

It's good that the young girl didn't speak. Hearing what she said, a young man beside him couldn't help but frowned slightly, and couldn't help muttering.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he slapped his forehead fiercely:
"By the way! I remembered, why is it so familiar! Writer Tang's daughter, and the former national milk group, look alike. No, no, no! Not very similar! In my opinion, they are the same person at all."

"Hey, National Little Milk Tuan? You really are right when you say that. No wonder I think she looks familiar. It turns out that it is National Little Milk Tuan. No wonder it's so cute! It's so cute!"

The young girl who had originally spoken was startled when she heard the words, and searched in her mind. The voice and smile of the National Little Milk Tuan couldn't help but let out a small gasp, and then nodded wildly, with a look of sudden realization.

As she spoke, she couldn't help but wonder again:
"But, isn't that little national milk group, Xiao Nanshen's sister? Why is she the daughter of Tang Xiaoxiao and Writer Tang again? This..."

At this point, the young girl's words suddenly stopped, and her eyes widened suddenly, and the young man who was the first to discover Fubao's identity as a national small milk group had the same expression as the young girl at this time.

The two people stared round and looked at each other, both seeing shock in each other's eyes.

So, what is the relationship between Writer Tang and the national male god, Xiao Yuze, and Xiao male god?
This this……

It's really scary to think about it carefully.

Just when the crowd of onlookers were discussing and gradually crooked, Fu Bao's family of four had already had a lot of fun.At this moment, they are stopping in front of a lottery table.

Cough, the main reason is that this little man, Fu Bao, bites his little hands and sticks here by himself, refusing to leave for a long time.

Seeing Fu Baobaba looking towards them, a hostess lady in work clothes came over, smiled at Fu Bao:

"Children, do you want to participate in the lottery? The prizes are very generous. Two yuan is used for one draw. Just draw a pong ball with the words "prize" in this sealed box, and that's it. Do you want to try it? "

Hearing this, Fu Bao raised his head, blinked his big watery eyes, and said in a childish voice:

"Miss, I just heard from your staff that there are massage chairs among your prizes. Is it true?"

Miss Manners was startled when she heard the words, then she nodded with a smile and gave a very official answer:

"Oh, yes! The grand prize is a set of high-end massage chairs worth 1 yuan. People who have been busy with work all day, lying on this massage chair for a massage will feel very comfortable. It can effectively relieve fatigue."

Of course, the hostess did not tell Fu Bao that the special prize is almost a one-in-a-million chance to be drawn.

The odds are slim to none.

Most of the ping-pong balls drawn by most people can only be the four words 'emphasis on participation'.

However, in her opinion, this is completely a matter of big guys, tacit understanding.

Isn't that what the lottery is like?
Do you still expect to hit every draw?

If this is the case, wouldn't everyone be able to win a high-end massage chair worth 1 yuan with [-] yuan?
In this way, they still have to die?

(End of this chapter)