Severe cold driving, carrying Mrs. Wen and Shang Yinran, and two children, Meng Baozi and Wen Junshi.
Wen Jingyu picked them up at the entrance of the troops and led them to the training hall.
In the lobby, Meng Baozi has been staring at him unblinking after seeing the members who have seen them on TV.
Shang Yinran rubbed his hair, and suddenly remembered that once she was carrying a cute bun and saw a trainer on the road, he said at the time that he would be this one in the future.
"It's really true." He whispered, his shoulders were caught by the severe cold.
"Say what?" he asked.
Shang Yinran whispered this to him, and finally asked him: "Li Han, you are willing to let Xiao Bao be..."
Severe Han Ning constricted Meng Baozi, with a quiet and serious face, and said in a deep voice, "It depends on him. If he wants to, we should respect him."
"Yeah." Nodding, she leaned in the severe cold arms.
After watching the performance, the members invited the students to go up and discuss it.
The trainees usually have fighting training, and two of them have good grades. The members of the fighting team have given them a lot of guidance.
"Anything else?" the team leader asked.
Although he is not the oldest in the fighting team, he is the most powerful.
Feng Ao is only 9 and a half years old this year.
"I!"
A boy's voice sounded.
Everyone looked over.
Shang Yinran looked at the adorable bun who raised his small arm in surprise.
"packet?"
How can he go up
"Little Bao, these are big brothers, you..."
Before Shang Yinran's words were finished, he was interrupted by severe cold.
"Yinyin, let him go up and try."
"Li Han?"
"it does not matter."
Looking at Meng Baozi, severely cold patted him on the shoulder, "Go."
Meng Baozi looked at him, nodded deeply, then turned to look at Wen Jingyu behind him.
Wen Jingyu smiled and nodded.
Meng Baozi walked to the middle and stood in front of Feng Ao.
Feng Ao looked at him, the child who hadn't fully grown up yet.
The fleshy ball, the most eye-catching thing is the face.
It's too good-looking, too good-looking.
"can you?"
It's not that you look down on Meng Baozi, but Feng Ao is a professional fighting teenager after all, "I'll hurt you for a while, aren't you afraid?"
Meng Baozi didn't speak, his legs were slightly separated, and he assumed a ready posture.
Feng Ao was surprised, and then smiled.
"Okay, come on."
When Feng Ao fell down time and time again, Meng Baozi hurts, and she doesn't say a word.
Gradually, he mastered some rhythm and was able to catch Feng Ao's one or two moves.
Feng Ao became more and more surprised, and for the 10th time he fell Meng Baozi, and he took the initiative to reach out to him.
Meng Baozi looked at the slender palm that was stretched towards him, gritted his teeth and set it up.
Feng Ao pulled him up, patted him on the shoulder, and asked him in a low voice, "Would you like to come to our Fighting Youth League? My child."
Meng Baozi didn't speak, withdrew his hand, and returned to Shang Yinran's side.
Severe cold is very proud of him, even though he didn't win.
But mom and dad are different.
Seeing the extra bruise on Meng Baozi, Shang Yinran bit her lip without speaking, full of distress.
She also gave up completely when she said that Meng Baozi should be a staff member.
From the army back to the training area compound, Shang Yinran rubbed potion on Meng Baozi.
Meng Baozi looked at her, thought about it, and whispered: "I don't hurt."
This sentence made Shang Yinran's "bata" tears all of a sudden.
"Why doesn't it hurt? It's all green." She said, "In the future, I won't be allowed..."
"I really don't hurt," said in a low voice, Meng Baozi raised her fleshy little hand and touched Shang Yinran's cheeks, and wiped her tears away, "I really don't hurt, Mommy."
"!"
Shang Yinran was stunned and looked at him incredulously.
"Xiao Bao? What do you call Xiao Bao?"
Meng Baozi lowered her head shyly.
Reaching out, she hugged him hard and kept kissing the top of his hair, "Little bag, little bag, my little bag."
Meng Baozi rubbed her chest, and her small mouth was drawn up.
…
Last time, Xiao Bao and Feng Ao’s point of view were discussed, and it was not good to say that they were all three-legged cat's kung fu.
Feng Ao showed mercy to his men, otherwise he would be even worse.
But looking at it from another angle, Meng Baozi is too young after all, and his figure is...
Thinking of this, Wen Jingyu touched Meng Baozi's hair.
Meng Baozi pursed the corner of his mouth and followed his sight, and he saw that he was looking at Wen Hanzhang's stomach.
Looking at his swollen belly again, the corners of his mouth tightened tighter.
"bell."
The doorbell rang.
As if knowing who it was, Meng Baozi Xiaofeng's eyes lit up and followed Wen Jingyu to the door.
The door opened, and it turned out to be Severe Cold and Shang Yinran.
With a grin open, Meng Baozi ran to Shang Yinran and gently grabbed her finger.
Shang Yinran bent over and kissed his cheek, "Little Bao, good morning."
"Good morning." Meng Baozi finished speaking in a low voice, then looked at Severe Cold.
Severe Han rubbed his little head and looked at Wen Jingyu, "Mr. Wen, can you take a step to speak?"
Wen Jingyu nodded, and made a "please" gesture sideways, "Please come in, please."