Naughty Loli in Doll

Meda Fuli frowned and looked at the small shoe prints on her long skirt, and then lifted Mir up. Mir kept waving his struggling limbs in the air and couldn't touch her at all.

"Let go of me! You upgraded bba!"

Medafuli didn't do anything to Mir right away, but squinted at Safaya and the two sitting on the opposite side who dared not make a sound with her eyes glowing purple.

"What are you still doing here, do you want me to keep you for dinner?"

Fuck!This unreasonable old woman, if you didn't insist on letting us sit down, we would leave immediately!

"Then... let's go first." Safaya stood up stiffly, grabbed the khaki flat head who was still in a daze, and walked out the door without looking back.

But the khaki tablet slapped Safaya's hand away, and she looked at Medavli seriously:

"Patriarch, I want to confirm one thing myself."

Medavley turned to look at her.

"Is Erin dead?"

Meda Fuli's expression immediately became extremely stinky: "Get out!!"

The two were so frightened that Safaya quickly grabbed the khaki tablet and ran away.

The pitiful appearance of Mir, who was still struggling like a hamster behind him, was ignored by the two of them.

Watching the two leave with icy eyes, Medavli finally looked at the little guy who was caught in the air.

Mir looked at the woman weakly with big pink eyes: "My mother never hit me..."

These words made Meda Fuli frowned.

No wonder he was so naughty, it turned out that he had never been beaten.

That won't work, how can children be mischievous and not be beaten, isn't it because they can't remember the lesson?

Meda Fuli, who originally just wanted to give a few words of verbal training, immediately made up her mind, and turned to look at the fat cat watching the show.

"Go, get that."

When Yimi heard this, she quickly moved her four short legs to move her chubby body and ran out. After a while, it grabbed a feather duster while Mier was stunned.

"I'll stew you sooner or later!" Mir struggled harder.

But it was useless at all, she was still pressed on her thigh skillfully by Medavli, and her pants were pulled down.

Feeling the chilly weather behind, Mir couldn't help feeling the tension of waiting for an injection.

Medavley's feather duster was lifted up, and she pressed her hands firmly to prevent the little guy from moving around, but when she saw the trembling bear (the pattern on the children's fat book), she was still stunned.

She realized that the little guy was frightened by her, and she missed it so much... When was the last time you taught a child yourself?Now the only ones who can be spanked by her are Irene and Nora when they were young. The children in other people's families don't need her to teach them. As long as she looks at them, the adults in the child's family will take the initiative to teach their children in front of her. , as if actively acting in front of her, he beat her harder...

Thinking of this, Meda Fuli slowly put down the feather duster in her hand.

Well, it was put down heavily, and landed on the little guy's little ass.

"Snapped!"

The nostalgia is the nostalgia, and there is no saying no to fight.On the contrary, if you play a few more times, you can miss a few more times.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." Mir immediately cried out in cooperation.

Even the rhythm of crying is the same as her mother back then!

In the end, Meda Fuli didn't hit her a few times, and such a small child couldn't be beaten hard.

"Woooooooo..."

The little guy who was still sobbing came over and let her face him and sit on his lap, hugging the little thing with one hand, and gently stroking and comforting Mir's little ass with the other hand.

When Mir saw it, the hands that bound him left, and now he started coaxing after the beating...

Well now is a great opportunity!

Mir stretched out his milk fist, and started to aim at Medaful's sphere with a fierce attitude, which was Euler with a double-A speed, and matched his roar!

In her eyes it is like this.

Let's look at Medavley's perspective.

Xiaodong's two small fists alternated slowly and lightly, touching her nose again and again, and shouted in a clear milky voice while beating:

"Hit you! Hit you! Hit you!"

Meda Fuli crossed her legs, and stretched out her hand to the paper bag on the table. Mir, who was sitting on her lap, almost fell because of this movement, and quickly grabbed her clothes tightly.

She took out a small pink padded jacket from the paper bag: "Put it on."

Mir tilted his head suspiciously and looked at this little pink padded jacket. It didn't have a sense of the times, but it fit the modern aesthetics of children's clothing.

Maedavli frowned at the motionless Mir, and then began to take off Mir's clothes.

Mir struggled, but Maedavley suddenly handed her a toy that looked new.

She didn't know what the current toys were like, but the shopkeeper said that this was what children like to play with recently, so she bought it. No shopkeeper in this town dared to lie to her.

And Mir took a look at the toy in her hand—the figure of Iron Man, the romance of a man!

Little stars suddenly appeared in his eyes.

After Irene and Nora came back from shopping, they happened to see Mir sitting on Maedavli's lap playing with a small toy. He was wearing new clothes and had a pair of shoes that were too big for her. .

On the other hand, Meda Fuli was arranging Mir's hair with a peaceful face, as if she wanted to tie it into a pair of ponytails.

The appearance of the two seemed to form a beautiful painting.

"Snapped!"

The things Irene and Nora bought fell unconsciously.

End of this chapter

Maedavli touched Mir's cute pair of ponytails with satisfaction.

In this way, it seems that she is the mother of the little guy.

Even the environment of the hall that had been smashed by mobs was not so eye-catching.

For the two people who were stunned at the door, Meda Fuli didn't pay attention at all, but frowned and touched Mier's white, tender, flawless little feet.

"Have you bought too many shoes?"

Mir's pearly little toes were slightly bent, as if they were being touched.

"Forget it, I'll make you a pair when I go back." Meda Fuli dragged Mir's armpit to let her stand on her lap. In order to prevent the little guy from standing still, she also held Mir's buttocks and looked at them. See if the clothes on her body fit well.

It turned out that it didn't fit. When Maedavli bought the clothes, she deliberately chose a larger size. The little guy's hands could not be exposed from the sleeves.

But she seemed quite satisfied with this dress: "It doesn't matter, it should be just right after a few thousand years."

"I'm hungry." Mir stretched out his little paw in his sleeve, and poked the irritable wife's nose with the cuff.

"Didn't you have enough for breakfast?" Meda Fuli frowned slightly, glanced at the two people standing at the door, and then carried Mier down to help her put on her slippers.

She stood up, turned and walked towards the kitchen without even looking at the two people at the door.

"Do you want to eat cabbage?"

"I don't want to eat! I want to eat meat!" The little guy showed a disgusted expression.

"If you don't eat, you have to eat."

Mir was very angry, and took the small shoes that he just bought that didn't fit and threw them on Yimi to relieve his anger.

"Meow?"

The two people standing at the door finally came to their senses, regardless of the things they just threw on the ground, they walked quickly to Mir's side.

Erin held Mir in her arms and checked it.

It's still my daughter whose shelf life is a mystery, but how did she make that old woman who was so indifferent to her before treat her so well?

Mir also lay in Irene's arms with peace of mind. Although grandma's arms were also very comfortable and fragrant, mother was more reassuring.

Irene was very satisfied with Mir's dependent behavior, and gently rubbed Mir's belly.

"Wow! Little guy, why is your grandma treating you so well? Can you tell my aunt?" Nora pinched Mir's little jo and asked in a coquettish voice.

Everyone can see whether the attitude of the "old lady" is good or not!

Mir didn't speak, and shook his head and got off Irene's lap, flicking the twin ponytails on his head, making people want to hold her in his arms and touch her head.

She took a pair of little boots out of the bracelet and put them on.

Nora couldn't hold back, and touched her head while Mir was changing shoes.

Mir raised his head and bit her. He didn't break the defense, but left some milk-scented saliva on her hand.

At this moment, the doorbell rang, and it was the kind that was being pressed frantically.

For a moment Erin thought it was Mir who was ringing the bell.

"Whose children are so ignorant?" Nora walked angrily to the main entrance of the western mansion that had not been closed.

Outside the iron gate in the yard, there was a pair of ponytail pink hair happily beckoning to her with a cotton gloved hand:

"Yah ho!"

"Yah ho wool! Are you itchy, little one?" Nora looked at her dangerously.

"Big Sister, open the door quickly! I'm here to find the little rabbit and catch the rabbit!" While saying that, she asked Na to open the door, and Grey climbed in through the iron gate.

The courtyard has no anti-intrusion magic, because the residents of Dragon Valley basically dare not do so.

Nora stared at Grey, who was turned inside, speechlessly.

After flipping inside, Gray was still a little anxious: "Sister, please open the door for me to come in!"

Nora rolled her eyes, turned and entered the house, throwing a key before entering.

Gray scratched his head and picked up the key on the ground.

Then he flipped out again and took the key to open the door of the yard and come in again.

After entering the room, Gray showed a happy smile and waved to Mir: