However, knocking on the door?! Jian'er subconsciously scratched her head and according to what they said just now, shouldn't the person coming from the underworld be like this? Knocking on the door, such civilized actions make people feel so inconsistent.

"Come in." J's chin tightened and his teeth bited.

With a slight "click", the door was gently unscrewed.

"Mr. Nehru, please!" A slightly attentive voice sounded. The person who opened the door opened it and hurriedly moved away from his position, and then made a "please" gesture.

"Yeah." A nasal sound with the B effect of the Jiju suit sounded, and then a figure of Pang appeared outside the door.

"Damn it~ Dad~~~" A voice with a sense of grievance sounded. The bent and curved tune made people shudder. Not to mention the hair, even the root of the head exploded. Mill girl, the sound of this girl calling before made people feel so sore that she wanted to spit out overnight dinner together. Now this scream is deeper and deeper. It turns out that this person was still a subordinate before, and it is wrong. He should have already given mercy.

"Baby, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying so badly? Who is it? Who bullies you? You are so brave! Tell your godfather, you are standing up for you and vent your anger!" He stroked the little model's head with a thick palm. If you just listen to this voice, and this way of speaking sounds like a parent who is overly spoiled to his children. But if you ignore this person's words, just look at this person's expression, it's not the case.

"These two are really heavy-hearted! They are so perfect." Jian'er couldn't help but mutter in a low voice.

That's right? Before, Jian'er and the others said that they didn't know who was so heavy, but they actually fell in love with the real body of the little model who was "fake" on their bodies. Now it seems that these two people are really in line, right?

I won’t talk about the little model anymore. Mr. Nehru’s appearance is really distinctive.

First of all, this person is not tall. Although he is in this romantic city of "experts" everywhere, his height is still a little far away even if he reaches the standard physical standards of our southerners. I won’t say that this is not tall. It’s given by his parents. Even if he wants to force this thing, he will force it. But kiss me, we can work hard elsewhere, for example, your weight...

Oh my God, kiss you, I want to tell the world that people can grow to height and width can use the same size? It is probably not easy to grow into this spherical shape, right? Especially when this person hugged the little model, the feeling of humor is heavier. A tall and thin, coupled with the scary high heels under his feet is that the girl is twice as tall as a man, and her body width is only half, or one-third of that person?

Let's take a look at this face again.

If this person is fat, his facial features will naturally be affected, but he cannot be fat enough that the five views squeeze each other, and then let the whole face frown. The eyebrows are okay, but it looks normal, but the other five views are just right, haha...

Because there was too much flesh on the cheeks, the existence of the eyes was naturally plundered. Fortunately, it was still possible to leave a crack for the eyes for this person to be blind (although his eyes were really good, he still had eyes to see them, right?). There was a wind ear on each side, and the nose was a standard combination of garlic nose and rosacea. The bright red color, the thick and fleshy nose wings, the naturally slightly upturned nostrils, and the habit of sucking noses from time to time...

Your sister, this image and action are really too fucking like a creature who is unhygienic and loves to sleep. Is it good? Thinking of the transformation that the demon cultivator mentioned, Jian'er really wanted to pounce on her and interview her if this person was formed by the cultivation of transformation.

A perfect match, it's so fucking perfect match. If God doesn't let these two people get together, it would be a shame to the people of the whole country and the party!

"Godfather~~" the young model raised her head with tears in her eyes.

"Ah--Ghost--!" Fat pig, no, it was Mr. Nehru who subconsciously pushed the little model out directly.

Unprepared, the little model twisted her legs and slapped directly to the ground again. However, this time, this person was not so lucky (Is it still a blessing to fall his nose before?). Originally, this person was sure that his center of gravity was all on Mr. Nehru, and he was not a professional athlete. Suddenly, he could not react and adjust his center of gravity. It is especially important to note that in addition to being huge, Mr. Nehru also had a strength that was not inferior to that huge size, so the little model fell so solidly.

"Broken, broken, my feet..." The little model at this moment no longer had the heart to think about anything else. In addition to the benefits of making her taller and more graceful walking, her high heels also have a very important hidden danger, which is prone to sagging her feet, especially under such a strong push by Nehru, so it was a tragedy! In just a short time, the little model's feet were already swollen higher than the swollen steamed bun.

This is probably going to hurt the bones! Jian'er's face changed. As a doctor's instinct, she subconsciously wanted to go forward to investigate. Before Jian'er could take a step, she felt her waist tightened and was snatched by Lei's iron arm.

"What's wrong?" Jian'er asked softly.

Lei didn't say anything, but just shook his head with disagreement. Jian'er immediately woke up, shrank her head, and stuck out her tongue embarrassedly at Lei, and indeed stopped moving.

"You, who are you?" Nehru stretched out his fingers about the same thickness as a carrot, and pointed tremblingly at the little model who was still lying on the ground, holding his feet and screaming with a ghost. Although it had changed a little, the sound should sound like his own little heart, but that face... Nehru was not calm. Why did this ugly monster learn from his precious voice? She wanted to use her heart to confuse him, let him relax his vigilance and then stab him in close proximity (Little Haikou: Dear, your imagination is too big, right?)

"Godfather, it's me..." The young model raised her head with a sad face.

I'm a mom!

Seeing this little face, the person couldn't help but gasp in a cold breath, kicking, kicking, kicking, kicking three steps back... No wonder Mr. Nehru had such a big reaction and shouted that there was something wrong. This person's current image is really, he resisted the urge to run away, and everyone retreated without a trace, just to be able to distance himself from this person. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!