Here Comes a Cute Baby—To Kidnap a Daddy as a Gift for My Mommy

The steelyard in Yunchen's heart just felt more unbalanced and shouted, "but if something happened to Xia Xingcheng, would you be responsible for me? You can really talk big.

Sheng yeting looked at his chattering and suddenly felt more like a clown.

It's just a flick to shake off Yunchen's hand of the men's volleyball team. He still fell back two steps unsteadily.

"Then I'll tell you, I, Sheng Yeling. If there's anything wrong with this responsible person, I will find her back in time. " Said, Sheng Yeling approached Yunchen two steps closer, his face magnified infinitely in front of him, "and back ten thousand steps, you have no position to care about her."

He, Sheng Yeling, is the one who can care for her.

Unconsciously, Yunchen was satirized again. The last smile on his face disappeared, only discontent and indifference.

"Well, I remember. I hope you can remember what you said today, and I will be fine in the future... "

"No, since I said that, I will keep it in mind. Not like you. "

Without any more facial expression, Sheng Yeling just left.

Yunchen looks at Sheng Yeling's broad back, and his narrow eyes finally catch a little loss.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he had to acquiesce: Sheng Yeling had some bearing, which he really didn't deserve. I don't know how long it would take to cultivate.

Sheng Yeling's long legs are slightly stepped, and he immediately steps onto the sports car. He was immediately driven away from behind.

The roaring vehicles flashed in front of us, leaving behind only a shower of dust.

After arguing with Sheng yeting for a while, Yunchen was not happy, but he felt exhausted, as if all the saliva he had just spent had been used for physical work.

"It's a headache." Since Sheng Yeling has already left, it's no fun for him to stay here alone, so he turns around to solve his own problem.

On the noisy street, Xia Xingcheng is walking aimlessly alone.

At this time, she seems to be out of line with the surrounding atmosphere, like being covered in a small independent space, depressed and lonely.

Summer star orange's mind is still thinking about what just happened, I don't know if I should be angry or cold. Xiaobao has become now. These two people are still in the mood to fight and die for these things. When they see that they are holding real swords and guns, her heart is shaking.

Even now, she still has a lingering fear in recalling the scene just now.

She put her hand in her pocket, caressed the gun carefully, looked around again, and was relieved when no one noticed. Xia Xingcheng doesn't stop in the street much. He lowers his head and rushes home.

On the way, people came and went. Everyone was talking and laughing in the street. Only this strange woman lowered her head and said nothing. She walked in a hurry. Nothing around seemed to interest him.

Messy hair blocked the curious eyes of the outside world, and also blocked the eyes of Xia Xing orange. Tears in the rotation, as if as long as a blink of an eye, you can slide.

Suddenly, Xia Xing orange has a strange feeling. It seems She turned back abruptly and looked back. There seemed to be nothing different about her except the people who talked and laughed.

"Do I think so much?"

Eyebrows slightly wrinkled, some doubt, the hand in the pocket once again touched the hard thing, the pistol in the pocket hurt himself, but now it seems that only it can bring some security to himself.

Xia Xingcheng is afraid. He will not delay any more. He will hurry straight to his home.

As soon as he entered the house, Xia Xingcheng immediately locked the door and leaned against it to listen carefully. It's very quiet outside, only the "rustling" sound of the wind blowing through the branches, and the unknown birdsong sound. There's nothing strange about it.

Xia Xingcheng takes a breath of relief and slides down the door to the ground. It seemed that she had exhausted all her strength.

Tears once again filled her eyes. Through tears, she saw the scene where the two men pointed their guns at each other's heads, which frightened her. It was the two indispensable existence in her life. If If she loses someone today, she will regret her life.

"Xiaobao, mom What should mom do? " Xia Xingcheng hugs his knee, buries his head in his knee and sobs, "why do you do this to us, Mingming It's clear that my Xiaobao is so kind. Why should God treat him like this... "

The voice is louder and louder, and the small sob finally becomes a big cry. At this time, Xia Xingcheng is crying like a child, not because of anything, but because his heart is too depressed, crying out to vent. It seems that only in this way can I feel a little better.

After a long time, Xia Xing orange stopped tears. She held the door and slowly stood up. Sitting here for such a long time made her feel that her legs were a little weak.

Touch the pocket, the gun is still lying there quietly, the hard touch gives people a sense of peace at any time. Xia Xingcheng takes it out decisively and holds it in the palm of his hand. It looks very reliable. In the palm of his hand, Xia Xingcheng said to himself, "what should I do with this thing?"She thought for a moment and decided to collect it. After all, she didn't know what she would encounter in the future. If she had a decent gun to protect herself and Xiaobao, it would be a good thing. It was a gadget snatched from Yunchen and shengyanting. Even if it's not very good, it's certainly not the ordinary product.

Looking around, the house is clean. It seems to be unrealistic to put it in any corner. She went to her wardrobe and opened the drawer at the bottom. There were not a few things in it. All kinds of clothes were neatly stacked in it.

Xia Xingcheng thought about it. He opened the innermost part and put the pistol in the bottom of his clothes. He covered it with all kinds of clothes. This drawer doesn't open very often. It's safe to put it here.

Seeing that there was no flaw at all, Xia Xingcheng nodded contentedly and pushed on the drawer. She stood there pondering, wondering if she had a chance to hold it in her hand again, or maybe it would sleep here forever, and she would never use it.

Xia Xingcheng thinks of the way back, and his strange feeling at that moment is that someone is following him. She also thought about whether she was too sensitive, but this feeling came to her heart again and again, which made her get rid of this idea. Someone must be following her! This must not be an illusion!