It's too much fun, I'm pregnant by pretending to be a man

Bo Ye looked at the cool and handsome appearance of his little ancestor, as if he was a distant replica of him.

When other people's children heard the gunshots and bombings, they were so frightened that they cried.

But the little ancestor can calmly play with the machete and want to go out to collect garbage.

Bo Ye scratched the little ancestor's hair, but the touch on his palm was not slippery at all.

Bo Ye glanced at the palm of her hand and saw that it was sprayed with hair dye...

"Hey, don't touch it. It'll be too ugly if it's black and green."

"It will affect my handsomeness!"

The little ancestor took a step back and refused to let his father touch his hair again.

In fact, Bo Ye really wanted to say something. You said it to your mother just now.

When you need to pee, your handsomeness is gone.

A member of the first team came in and said to Bo Ye, "Boss, the people nearby have been cleared."

The little ancestor turned the scimitar with his hand and asked in disappointment, "Is it clear? No more?"

"what……"

The team members were also startled. What does this mean, young master?

Do you not believe they cleared the people, or do you think they cleared them too slowly?

What is this expression?

The little ancestor walked to the team members and said coquettishly, "Uncle, there will be some garbage later, please keep it for me, I will collect it..."

The little ancestor turned the scimitar in his hand, coquettishly.

It made the team members feel weak, but at the same time they felt that if they didn't agree, they would be taken away.

But how dare the team members agree to such a request.

These desperadoes who came here for 100 million US dollars were just here to kill the little ancestor.

How dare they send people to the young master.

Bo Ye nodded lightly to the team members, indicating that he could leave.

The team member turned around and left, fearing that he would be caught by the young master again if he walked too slowly.

To be honest, he was a little afraid of the small scimitar in the young master's hand.

It always felt like if his little hands accidentally couldn't hold it, he would have to prick his feet.

Bo Ye looked down at his little ancestor and asked, "What else do you have with you?"

"Found it? Hooray, let me show you."

The little ancestor said this, as if offering a treasure, he took out a mini pistol from his pocket.

This pistol is very small, and it looks like it is custom-made and can fit perfectly into a child's hand.

No need to ask, such an exquisite pistol must have been given to him by Gu Huaijin.

Just ask whose children play with guns and knives?

"Aren't you handsome? Have you ever played with it when you were a child?" the little ancestor asked deliberately, raising his eyebrows slightly.

In front of his own father, he did not hide the showoff in his tone.

The reason why he showed off like this was because he was sure that his father didn't have anything to do like this when he was a child.

Because he doesn’t have an uncle who makes arms!

The most it can do is play with a toy gun, which is really pitiful.

Seeing that his own father was silent, the little ancestor asked again, "Have you ever played?"

"Let's go, show off, put it away."

Bo Ye wanted to say that he had played it, but it was true that he had never played it.

According to what his grandfather said, before he was three years old, he only liked to hold a bottle, even when sleeping.

Looking at the little ancestor playing with a gun, he really followed his biological mother and seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Seeing his father's "I've never played before and I'm jealous" look in his eyes, the little ancestor smiled proudly.

"I'm telling you, I'm just playing ten rings now."

When he was talking, he bumped Bo Ye with his butt. He couldn't be nice when he was talking. He had to hump you twice.

Bo Ye simply hugged the little ancestor. The ceremony still had to be carried out, so he was waiting for them.

After the ceremony, he still had things to deal with.

"Dad, let me tell you, a man has to play with knives and guns since he was a child, how can he hold a milk bottle all day long."

"That's not manly at all. What will you do when you grow up? You have to talk about your eldest son when you have time."

The little ancestor said this just so that the prince could play with guns with him. Playing by himself was too boring.

The calculation was very loud, but he ignored his biological father. When he was a child, he liked to play with a baby bottle.

"You can ask your mother if I am a man."

It's not that Bo Ye is naive, but it involves the question of whether a man is a man or not and must be explained clearly.

"I'm talking about my brother holding..." Baby bottle

Before the little ancestor could finish his words, he looked at his father's displeased expression and immediately reacted.

"Oh, accidental injury, accidental injury, accidental injury, my dad is such a man, such a big little chicken..." Chicken

Under Bo Ye's cold gaze, the little ancestor shut his mouth.

He quickly put his arms around his father's neck and whispered coquettishly in his ear, "Children's words have no limits. Children's words have no limits. Don't take it to heart."

After the little ancestor said this, Bo Ye couldn't help but laugh.

This mouth is something that probably even ten grandfathers could not describe.

In terms of language, the little ancestor is indeed talented.

Some people are born with eloquence, such as my little ancestor.

And some people cherish words like gold since childhood, such as the prince.

Of course, this may not always be the case, and things will always change.

When Bo Ye went back again with her little ancestor in her arms, Little Sweet Dou was already being held in his arms by You Li.

It must have been the gunfire just now that scared her.

But he just let his mother hold him, he didn't cry, and his expression was as usual.

When she saw her little brother still being held in her father's arms, Sweet Pea looked at his pants.

Just such a look was noticed by the little ancestor.

He quickly explained, "Dou, brother, I held it in and didn't wet my pants."

After all, he was wearing black pants, and you couldn't tell whether he was wet or not.

Don't let my sister think that he peed his pants, so he let his father hold him.

The little ancestor shouted in a loud voice, and everyone could hear it clearly.

If you explain it this way, it feels like you peed your pants.

But now everyone just listened and wanted to leave here quickly.

Everyone looked nervous, fearing that today would also become their own memorial day.

Despite the intense gunfire just now, the Bo family members actually stayed here steadily and did not run away.

The children are actually standing here waiting to worship, they are really not afraid of death!

Xiao Tiandou covered her mouth and smiled, and whispered to her mother, "Brother, it's so embarrassing."

You Li glanced at his son, would he find it embarrassing?

Will not!

As long as he doesn't feel ashamed of himself, it will be others who are embarrassed.

When gunshots came again, someone began to whisper again.

If the Bo family offends someone, they will want the lives of their family members.

If we don't let them go now, we just want to make them scapegoats.

Several people were talking, and some people wanted to run out.

But after taking a few steps, Youliang spoke coldly.

"Just a reminder, if anyone goes out and is beaten into a sieve, don't crawl back and dirty the ground of my house."