Quick Transmigration: Days and Nights Targeted by Big Bosses

When Da Zhuang saw Xiaotong coming, he stopped practicing his sword, and grabbed Xiaotong's shoulder as soon as he stepped forward, looking him up and down.

"You won't be incomplete again, will you?"

Xiao Tong patted Da Zhuang's hand and rolled his eyes.

Da Zhuang scratched his shoulder sorely.

"I'm sorry, I was not careful." After Da Zhuang let go of his hand, he looked at the woman who brought the little boy over.

This is a beautiful woman with an exotic style. The other party ignored Da Zhuang, but looked at Lin Jianshen, who obviously knew Lin Jianshen.

This woman is Wu Xiaoli.

"Tsk tsk, I really can't believe that you were the ugly and dumb cripple back then." Wu Xiaoli had a playful smile on the corner of her mouth, "With this appearance and figure, it's no wonder Wen Lian chose you. I always thought I was the same He is so familiar, he will choose me, he treats me well after all."

"Girl, what's your business here?" Lin Jianshen said, "Could it be that you want to experience the feeling of being thrown out again?"

Wu Xiaoli's complexion darkened, and he said with gloomy eyes: "You are only able to say such things to me at this time, and I will see if you can still say it later." Let me tell you that Wen Lian was with the young man for practicing kung fu." Da Zhuang pulled Xiao Tong, and dragged Xiao Tong to Lin Jianshen.

Wu Xiaoli said to Xiao Tong maliciously: "If you don't tell him, it's the same if I tell him. However, if I add fuel and vinegar, it's hard to guarantee that I will say something excessive."

The little boy glanced at Wu Xiaoli's expression of seeing the joke, frowned, and took out a pen and paper from his sleeve, intending to use the pen and paper to communicate with Lin Jianshen.

Lin Jianshen pinched the boy's chin with his hand, forcing him to open his mouth.

The boy gritted his teeth tightly, not wanting to show Lin Jianshen what he was saying.

"Open your mouth, you hid for a while, can you still hide?" Lin Jian said sharply.

The little boy frowned and opened his mouth.

Lin Jianshen saw the boy's tongue cut off neatly, lowered his hand, and said, "You really can do it, treat yourself like this."

Da Zhuang turned his back to Xiaotong and said, "It's convenient for you to write on my back."

After the little boy finished writing, he showed Lin Jianshen: I made a mistake, so I will be punished.

"Okay, I can't interfere with your own decision." Lin Jianshen said, "Then tell me, what kind of kung fu does your young master practice? Wu Xiaoli is next to you. I think you don't know how to do it." Beat the bush."

The little boy held the pen and didn't move it for a long time.

He frowned, his face full of embarrassment.

Although he had long thought that such a situation might happen, he still couldn't find the best excuse.

Wu Xiaoli flicked her bracelet to play, the beads on the chain collided with each other and made a crisp sound, she looked down at the beads and said casually: "I am impatient, boy, if you don't tell me, I just said it. When I opened my mouth, I could only say bad things."

The little boy finished writing quickly on the paper. Before the ink was completely dry, he showed Lin Jianshen the words.