Uncle's Nine-Tailed Fox Boyfriend

When Xiaobai, Lao Yan and Bai's eldest sister, Bai's second sister, found Bai Xian, the second sister caught the little third and went to meet the old lady on business.

Wang Shi'an, who was rescued, hadn't recovered from the nightmare. When he saw Xiaobai and Sister Bai who had turned into human forms, he vomited. Sister Bai was a woman, Xiaobai, with that face and long hair. Male and female are difficult to distinguish, only Lao Yan's familiar big face can comfort Xiao Wang's little heart who has suffered serious injuries at this time. The 1.9-meter-old man is crying in Lao Yan's arms.

This situation made the two foxes of the Bai family have a toothache, wishing they could stew this big sauerkraut that cried into a ball directly with pork.

"Hey, Xiao Mingming was the one you hugged?" Xiao Bai stretched out his long arms to hold Xiao Wang.

"Xiao Bai, don't!" Lao Yan felt sorry for Xiao Wang, and reached out to pat Xiao Bai's hand.

"Old Yan asked you today, me, Xiaobai, and this Wang Shi'an, who do you like?" Sister Bai Tianbai gritted her molars and asked. She has no special thoughts about this old Yan now. Getting along with each other made Sister Bai see clearly that this old man is not reliable at all (the young lady completely forgot that she is a monster.) Moreover, the matter of Qingyu made Sister Bai feel very angry. After thinking about it, what the old lady said was right. (Many children with old-fashioned ideas often don't think seriously about what their parents say, and they know to fight against their parents. Sister Bai is not such a child, and the more important thing is that Sister Bai does not have a powerful and old-fashioned mother.) I have long classified Lao Yan as a person who cannot be associated with, but now I still feel uncomfortable kissing someone else with the things I discarded. The most important thing is that this thing I wanted before but I have never had it. In addition, she must find out what the relationship between this old Yan and this President Wang is, otherwise her brother is not too pitiful, and she is pitiful enough.

"I like Xiaobai." Old Yan answered the question without thinking about it.

"Why do you like Xiaobai hugging Wang Shi'an?" Bai Tian looked at Xiaobai, who was so beautiful beside him, and asked Lao Yan while pulling his long white hair.

"Didn't I see my little Wang as pitiful?" After Lao Yan finished speaking, Wang Shi'an hugged Yan Jiaming and cried even more fiercely.

"Mr. Wang, a manly man, don't cry like a child who hasn't grown up. People, they always have to go through this kind of unsatisfactory things in their life. Think about it. As long as people live well, they will pass one day." The old man Yan patted the giant baby's waist while comforting him. Old Yan was too short to pat Xiao Wang's back.

"Old Yan~" Xiao Wang cried even harder.Yan Jiaming didn't know what to say.

"Xiao Mingming, why don't you hug me anymore." Xiao Bai dragged her long hair and acted like a baby to Lao Yan.

Lao Yan glanced at Xiaobai's long hair that dragged the floor, "Xiaobai, your hair is dragging the floor."

"Ah!" Bai Xiang stared at the stains on the floor and wanted to vomit out.

"Don't vomit, you have your own hair under your feet." Yan Jiaming hurriedly stopped him when he saw this, but he refused to let go of Baby Wang in his hand, and could only watch Xiaobai vomit.

"Become a fox!" Bai Tian reacted the fastest, and hurriedly picked up Xiao Bai and asked him to transform.

Xiaobai's long hair is as beautiful as a waterfall and as long as a waterfall, so it's fine if he lifts it up. Xiaobai spit it out without changing his body, and he doesn't intend to transform with a dirty body in his heart.

"Xiaobai." Lao Yan looked at Xiaobai who was splashed with dirt all over his body and felt pain in his heart. He abandoned all his little thoughts of pity for Wang Dabao, and pushed Xiaowang away desperately.

"Xiaobai, don't worry, I'll cut off the dirty hair right now."

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