Cute dragon crossing the river

Miss Qing's face turned black after being rejected, she thought she was not bad, even in the real world she was a first-class beauty, and she definitely did not have the effect of a scourge.But the little baby just glanced at her, and immediately hid in Feng Wu's arms, which was really shocking.

"Hahaha! It seems that he doesn't just hate me." Fanxin comforted a little.

"Don't gloat, this is not a good thing." Mrs. Qing snorted coldly, she gave up teasing Long San, and retreated behind her sister Bing Gui to restore her depressed mood.

Long San firmly covered his face, trying to tease him but he couldn't.

Feng Chu was tall and burly, he stood up and coaxed with a paralyzed face: "Child, that woman is gone, come out quickly."

After waiting for a while, Long San revealed a pair of eyes, but she really couldn't see Mrs. Qing.He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, relaxed his body and sat down again.At the same time, it quickly returned to its original appearance, aloof and dignified.

Feng Wu couldn't help laughing, and asked him, "Why are you afraid of her?"

Long San was quite ashamed, he didn't want to talk about it.

"It's fine if you don't want to talk about it." Feng Wu finished talking to him, and said to the others: "It's okay to stay here to watch the fun, but don't provoke me."

Bing Gui rolled her eyes first, walked nearby without saying a word, and found a seat to sit down.

Seeing this, the others also followed.

"Little baby seems to have been raised by Feng Wu." This is really a strange thing, which makes people very unwilling.

They believe that Feng Wu is a good bandit, but they don't believe that Feng Wu will be a good daddy.

"Maybe the little baby just succumbed to his despotic power and didn't dare to resist?" Very likely.

"Do you love money, baby? Maybe you just fell in love with Feng Wu's money." Fan Xin rubbed his chin and said, "This president is also rich. Not only is he rich in the game, he is also a diamond-level single nobleman in reality." .I think it would be better for the little one to live with me."

Lady Qing twitched the corners of her mouth, she thought, although she was also keen to get the baby, she didn't seem to be as obsessed as Fanxin.

"Forgive me to remind you, Mr. President, the little baby only exists in the game, maybe in reality he is just a big guy who picks his feet."

Fanxin said foolishly: "It is also a skill for a big man who picks his feet to grow into such a cute little baby, and I can accept it."

"You are such a pervert..." Everyone looked sideways at him, it turned out that Fanxin was this kind of man.

"You don't know, being the president of the National Assembly is a very depressing thing..." Brahma began to complain.

Almost everyone knows that he runs the train with his mouth full, just listening to the excitement.

There was non-stop chattering behind, Feng Wu regretted that he should have driven them all away just now.

Long Sanduan sat on Feng Wu's lap, but he concentrated on watching the audience, as if he was not affected by those people.

His calm appearance is particularly attractive, and Feng Wu also concentrates unknowingly.

Long before, Feng Wu had negotiated with the owner of the fighting arena, and everything tonight was developing according to his wishes.

Regardless of whether Lei Xiaotian will participate in the election or not, if the winner is recognized by Feng Wu, it is equivalent to the recognition of the entire Western District.

The most embarrassing person at that time is Lei Xiaotian, the people who gave him face in the past will turn their faces and deny them, and the end will be quite miserable.

Moreover, Lei Xiaotian did not come tonight.If he came, he might be a laughing stock too.

Long San watched people fight with relish.

Feng Wu occasionally lowered his head to pay attention, and found that the child's expression was solemn and solemn, and his eyes were focused and calm, as if he could understand.

A thought popped up in Feng Wu's mind, it seems that the other party is really an adult.

There are many wonderful scenes in this fight tonight.It perfectly tells everyone that there are many capable people in the West End.

Before the final winner comes out, the fighting arena launches a gamble.It is open for spectators who come to watch the game and everyone to choose to place bets voluntarily.

As the biggest life experience of this year, people from all walks of life are excited, and it is inevitable to take a big gamble.

Especially those merchants who make a living from gambling will not miss this opportunity.

They are optimistic about this year's rookie king, and bet a lot on this seeded player.

As the betting time ended, the owner of the fighting arena discovered something. He felt that he seemed to have done something stupid. There were too many people who voted for the rookie king, and the data tens of thousands of times higher than others made him burnt out.

Unable to think of any other way, he bit the bullet and contacted Feng Wu.

"Boss Feng, the winner this time is too obvious. He has tens of thousands of times more bets than others. Do you think he will win?" If he wins, the fighting arena will be over soon.

Feng Wu frowned: "I told you, this is not an ordinary competition. When will your fighting arena make money?"

The owner of the fighting arena was drenched in cold sweat and didn't dare to say another word.

The aura around him dropped suddenly, Long San raised his eyes to look at him, his small eyes seemed to ask what was going on again.

"It's okay, I just met a fool." Feng Wu patted Long San's small circle, and said displeasedly.

Tonight's most anticipated rookie king, his name is Chu Mo.

With just the last three games left, he got a message in the dugout.

"You can't win the next game." The message came from the supreme ruler of the West District, Feng Wu.

"Why?" Chu Mo's surging mood was suddenly ashamed.Is it still not enough after working hard until now?

"You will be the final winner, but you must be injured in the next match, otherwise you won't be able to win." These were the last words Feng Wu sent to Chu Mo.

Chu Mo sent several messages to inquire, but did not get a response, which made him feel tormented.

An ordinary family background, no background and no culture.Chu Mo used to support himself by doing odd jobs in the game, and then accidentally entered the fighting industry, he seems to have found his soul.

Immediately afterwards, an opportunity to stand out was in front of him, and Chu Mo was so excited that he couldn't wait to play immediately.

He performed very well today, it can be said that he is invincible and unstoppable.

But when winning...

"Chu Mo, it's your turn to play." The manager came in to remind him excitedly, and said by the way: "I think you must be the one who wins. Don't forget about me when you become prosperous in the future. If I hadn't brought you into the industry, you would not There is no today."

"En." Chu Mo walked out calmly, he is a restrained person.Just as he knew that his agent was not a good person, bringing him into the industry at the beginning was simply bringing him to death.However, he remained calm and did not rush to resist.

When Chu Mo fell down on the field, the audience was in an uproar.

Chu Mo's opponent took advantage of the victory and pursued him, killing him until he was half disabled.

The staff of the fighting arena came up and carried Chu Mo down, who was covered in blood. Passing by his manager, his manager broke down: "Chu Mo! How did this happen? Did you grow up eating shit? You lost so badly! "

He was so angry. If Chu Mo had simply lost and was not injured, he would still have a chance to win.But Chu Mo was injured like this, he was clearly useless, and it was impossible for him to participate in the next two games.

Chu Mo was lying on the stretcher, and he was also doubting himself, but the matter had come to this point, there was nothing to think about at all.

That man is the king of the West District, as long as he wants, he can do anything.

"He actually lost?!"

"I don't believe it, how could he lose?"

Ordinary spectators watching the game outside the stadium were annoyed and lost their bets again.But they bet less, and if they lose, they lose.The most anxious are those businessmen who have invested too much and are difficult to accept for a while.

I originally thought that the nature of this competition was different, and it was related to the lifelong interests of the players themselves. I expected that they would definitely go all out.And you don't have to worry about false punches, you can almost make a profit without losing money.

But the reality is not so satisfactory, and now it's all lost.

When everyone was in a hurry, the fighting field released a message saying that Chu Mo's defeat was too miserable, which was beyond everyone's expectations.For the sake of everyone's interests, the fighting field is willing to open up the right to transfer betting.You are allowed to re-bet, but if you don't want to modify it, you are not forced to.

However, it is a fool who does not modify.

Seeing Chu Mo being carried down covered in blood, no one believed that he still had a chance of winning.

The injured Chu Mo was doomed.

The businessman's interests are paramount, and it is impossible to continue to place the bet on Chu Mo. For 3 minutes, all the bets placed on Chu Mo before were transferred to other players.They think that there is a great chance of choosing one of the three, so more people place bets.

While people were modifying the bets, they were all calling the owner of the fighting arena an idiot.

"Boss Feng, all the betting money has been transferred." The owner of the fighting arena immediately notified Feng Wu after turning off the betting function.

Seeing Feng Wu leaving with Long San in his arms, the others were very puzzled. Could it be that Feng Wu is no longer interested in the next game?

"Is he optimistic about the injured player? It's too miserable." The exciting part is about to come, and the others plan to leave after watching the results.

In the player lounge behind the fighting arena, the manager is scolding the defeated Chu Mo.He should have rushed to find a doctor for his fighter, but he chose to vent his anger first.

"You're like trash, mud can't support the wall, I'm so disappointed in you!" Cursing, the agent turned around and saw a man dressed in wanton clothes standing outside the door, holding a child in his arms, Rouhuhu looks very cute.

The manager didn't dare to call out Feng Wu's name, only his eyes widened in horror.

Feng Wu told him to get out, and then asked Long San in text: "Look at that man, how much saliva does he need to heal him?"

Long San glanced at Chu Mo on the stretcher, shook his head: "Not so much saliva." The main reason is that he is not interested in Chu Mo's blood.

"Huh?" Feng Wu raised his eyebrows high, and pinched Xiaolong's butt with his fingers: "Help me."

Xiaolong pursed his lips and was silent for a moment, he asked Feng Wu to fetch a bowl.

"Okay." Feng Wu took him out to find a bowl, he seemed to understand what Long San meant.