The Five-year-old Milk of the Xuanmen Group’s Favorite Boss

Chapter 75: child labor

Chapter 75 Child Labour

It's not uncommon for you to speak upside down while smelling like alcohol.

But after throwing himself like this, they did see each other for the first time.

"Grandmaster-"

Seeing that people didn't believe it, he clasped the police officer's arm tightly.

"I want to see that master!"

A man in his 40s, crying with snot and tears, this is really not very good-looking.

is pathetic and funny.

A police officer went to check the surveillance outside the public security compound.

The policeman who was hugged by his arm was also a little dumbfounded.

Completely regarded him as a delirious drunk who threw himself after drinking.

I want to dislike it a little bit, but I also want to laugh a little bit.

"What master? This is the Public Security Bureau, fellow, where is your home? The doctor hasn't arrived yet, so you can rest inside for a while, sober up, and let's talk about the rest."

The old man Zhang was unwilling to let go.

"What's up, Brother Liu? I checked the surveillance here and didn't see anything. He ran over by himself and fell a few times. I guess he was drunk."

"I saw it. It should be a villager from the next village. Maybe he got dizzy and fell, lost his sense of direction, and came all the way."

"That's alright," the policeman who had his arms folded laughed helplessly, "I know it's difficult to find the police."

***

Tang Jin and his group lived in a hotel outside the village.

The environment is average.

But because Xiao Nijin grew up in a Taoist temple, she is not picky about these at all, and she slept well this time.

However, Tang Wenhuo was not used to sleeping in this bed, so he got up with the cub and made her a cup of sweet milk so that he frowned slightly as he sat in his arms and held the cup.

Early in the morning.

The morning light shines through lightly.

The young man didn't wear his eyes yet, so he put his fingers on the eyebrows and slowly pressed in one direction.

The tear mole gleamed in the early morning under the thick closed eyelids.

Tang Jin drank a lot and drank a glass of milk.

The corners of his lips were still stained with small milk foam, and he looked up.

Tang Wenhuo just opened his eyes and took a tissue to wipe the face of 'Xiao Hua Mao'.

The paper towel rubbed over, and the little milk dumpling closed her eyes tightly, and after wiping it, she got up in a hurry, her little hands stretched out.

"Brother, I will press you today."

Tang Wenhuo was surprised.

saw his surprise.

The little milk dumpling curled the corners of her lips and raised her chin slightly, showing her reserved little pride.

"Long time ago, I could also treat and see a doctor, but after all, I am not a professional. I can see a little bit of knowledge, but in the end, it is still a good hospital. The doctors, nurses, brothers and sisters are professional."

Tang Jin stood on the bed and counted for him with his fingers, "Jin Jin has also learned about the relationship between various parts and health, such as hair, there is a saying in ancient times: 'It's blooming, look at the hair and know the disease', the kidney qi is sufficient If the kidney qi is weak, the person will be full of energy, and the hair will be black and shiny. On the contrary, if the kidney qi is weakened, the person will age before aging, and the hair will fall out and the hair will turn gray."

The little milk dumpling said seriously.

Although Tang Wenhuo was surprised that Tang Jin really understood so much at a young age, but thinking about the hair loss these days, he still felt a pain in his waist when he heard this.

It is not necessary to say so carefully.

The fleshy little hands are really strong, find a few acupuncture points and press them hard.

Tang Wenhuo breathed a sigh of relief, and finally asked the question that he had always had doubts about.

"Then can I show it to myself today?"

Little milk blinked today.

"Looking at yourself is the hardest thing."

The little milk ball exerted another force.

Tang Wenhuo's whole body is going to be crisp, and suddenly he feels that it's okay to be a waste with peace of mind.

"But if you insist."

Tang Wenhuo moved his neck and turned his head to look at the serious little boy.

"It is estimated that I am - the five elements are short of money."

Little Nanny is still clenching her fingers today, that pinch gesture is really decent.

Tang Wenhuo: …

chi—

Little baby, how did you say such a thing with such a serious face?

And the door was pushed open at this time.

"Xiao Jinjin! Brother Huo! That person is looking for us, waiting below—"

Liang Chaoben wanted to come early and solve this matter early.

But look what he saw as soon as he entered the door? !

The curtains were drawn, and the morning light leaked from the gap.

falls on one big and one small.

Warm and beautiful.

If it wasn't for Tang Wenhuo's "soft" leaning on the pillow and letting the five-year-old cub stand on the bed and try to massage him, it would be even more warm.

"Brother Huo, you are such a person!!"

Liang Chao rose up and said: "You black-hearted capitalist, you are hiring child labor!"

She is only five years old!

Children's can no longer be childish. Do you know about child labor? !

The face is black.

A pillow hit his face.

Is your Liang family so abnormal?

Tang Wenhuo, who has always been gentle and elegant, couldn't hold back, so he copied the pillow and threw it over, and gave him three words: "You are sick."

***

The old man Zhang was carrying a small basket of soil eggs in his hand, and his body was covered with gauze bandages.

The rascal temperament on his dark face was all gone.

His hands were tensely folded and released, and he sat cramped on a stool.

Seeing Tang Jin, who was being held in his arms by Tang Wenhuo, got up quickly and walked over quickly.

"Master! Thank you Master for saving my life, Master!"

He raised his foot and leaned in front of Tang Jin.

"If it wasn't for what you said yesterday, I would never have escaped danger."

He said, and quickly recounted yesterday's thrilling experience.

Fortunately, the injuries were not serious, and they were all skin injuries. I dared to come out of the Public Security Bureau in the morning, and went home quickly and came over with some eggs.

Although his personality is still relatively paranoid now, he is not the kind of guy who refuses to admit his savior when he gets better.

"Not a hopeless one."

Liang Chao whispered in the back.

Tang Jin is not surprised.

If it's really hopeless, then it's impossible to even meet her.

"It's just that I don't understand a little bit," Old Man Zhang scratched the back of his head, "If that thing appears, it appears, and if it disappears, it disappears. What if I see it again next time?"

"You have to ask where you went."

Tang Jin motioned for his brother to put himself down.

"Some people are righteous for the country and the people. If someone hadn't made a big deal to harm them, they would never have encountered such a thing in their entire life, and they would not have been hurt, but your village feng shui is not good-"

"Yes, but the feng shui of our village is handed down from our ancestors. I heard that it is the top-level feng shui that has never been allowed to change."

"Top ghost."

That soft and waxy little milky voice subconsciously retorted.

"Your village has many boys and few girls, right? And girls are always miscarried for no apparent reason."

"Yes, yes, so there are many older people in the village who can't marry a wife."

"The ravine you chose, the tree you planted, and the stones you placed create a very yin atmosphere. Women are inherently yin, and those who are weaker can easily miscarry. Those who can give birth are extraordinarily strong."

This is indeed a good feng shui for patriarchs.

but-

"There are always people in the village who are not very well, especially those who are a little older. Uncle, do you know why?"

The little milk dumpling with dark eyes, looked at each other with a soft and sweet tone—

"Because yin qi still gathers ghosts."

Old man Zhang: Hiss—

The little milk dumpling then put on his hips, bent his lips and smiled: "So uncle knows something, let's hurry up and say it."

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