Wei Shengmo raised his hand, and the ice-blue light flashed slightly at his fingertips.
"Who sent you here?"
His voice was very cold, like the wind and snow raging on the endless ice field, with a trembling chill.
Frost spread rapidly from under his feet, the temperature around him dropped sharply, and snowflakes slowly floated in the air.
Snow in summer - this strange scene has an inexplicable sense of mystery, magnificent and dangerous.
The several assassins did not speak, but took a few steps back slightly. There was a little more fear in their eyes when they looked at Wei Shengmo.
The wind and snow seem to have become bigger.
In the hover car not far away, Morrison wrapped his small blanket tightly and complained with a baby face: "How many waves of assassins are there? Is it over?"
The sleepy Chu Chi was so shocked by the blown snowflakes. He rubbed his eyebrows: "Boss is you angry again?"
This temperature is too low.
"If I were the boss, I would be angry, and I wouldn't even sleep well."
While listening to Morrison's complaints, Chu Chi watched the situation not far away.
Dong--
It seemed that something hit the snow hard, making a muffled sound.
Chu Chi's eyes lit up: "Okay, it's time for us to collect 'popsicles'."
The wind and snow suddenly dissipated, and a familiar figure appeared under the bright moonlight.
"Boss!"
Morrison rushed over happily.
Weisheng Mo dissipated the cold air around him and nodded to him and Chu Chi: "They are left to you."
Chu Chi slowly handcuffed the "popsicles" and said: "Boss, don't worry, we will 'take care' them well!"
This is the culprit for making them work overtime, and they can't live a good life!
The smile on Chu Chi's face was very "core".
"Boss, it's not a solution to continue like this," Morrison looked at the popsicles all over the floor and sighed sincerely.
Wei Shengmo looked east, where the Round Table House was located, and smiled softly.
“There won’t be another next time.”
Seeing Weisheng Mo's expression, Morrison and Chu Chi both obeyed a second of silence for the people behind the scenes.
It seems that the boss is really angry this time.
"By the way, this is what Ah Xu asked me to bring to you." Wei Shengmo took out two paper bags from the space and handed them.
"What are you doing with my sister-in-law?" Morrison happily took the bag.
Chu Chi had already started to crack.
Well, it smells so good!
Seeing their expressions like this, Wei Shengmo's mood improved a little: "It's a cookie."
He looked at the time and patted the two of them on the shoulders: "I've been bothering you these days, so you can go back early."
"Boss, you should go back early to rest!"
The two of them were satisfied after eating the delicious food and happily pulled a bunch of "popsicles" toward the hover truck.
In fact, it's not bad to come for a few more nights.
Chu Chi thought while clattering.
Overtime pay is secondly, mainly because of my sister-in-law’s late-night snack, which is really undeniable!
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"Are you back?"
The little white bird flapped its wings and flew over and landed on the palm of Wei Shengmo's palm.
Wei Shengmo gently stroked her soft feathers: "Why aren't you sleeping yet?"
The little white bird rubbed his cold fingers: "I'm waiting for you."
Wei Shengmo couldn't help but rub her little head.
Meng Nan talked about him for a moment.
Why are you rubbing my head? I'm not a cub.
There was a little more anger in her amber pupils, which made Wei Shengmo feel itchy.
Yes, you are not a cub, but you are as cute as a cub.
"Don't worry, there will be no more assassins in the future."
The low but not heavy voice of Weisheng Mo sounded, and his tone was full of confidence and determination.
"What did you do?"
Meng Nanxu's voice is crisp and nice, and it is a bit more ethereal than a human figure.
"Just just reciprocate," the micro-grown ink turned into a white tiger cub, and the little white bird carrying it slowly walked towards the villa.
These days he has completely mastered the power left by his brother, and now he can finally free up his hands to give the people behind the scenes some color.
The little white bird found a comfortable angle to nest: "It seems that you have caused trouble for them too."
The breeze blew at night, and the little white tiger put its furry tail on the little white bird to block the chill for her.
Meng Nanxu, who was not afraid of the cold, hugged her big tail happily and chirped twice.
Ah, happy!
The micro-generated ink that noticed her movements:...
So do you like me or furry?
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The temperature dropped day by day, and the summer gradually came to an end.
Meng Nanxu began to busy preparing for the little villain what he needed to start school.
If someone else has a baby, they must have a baby too!
Meng Nanxu pulled his own big cat and indulged in the Starnet Cub Raising Forum every day.
[Owner - Birds and cats who raised cubs for the first time: The cubs are going to first grade, what should we prepare for them?]
Meng Nanxu posted on Star.com for the first time and felt a little nervous.
The micro-generated ink sits upright and is ready to take notes at any time.
Looking at the two of them who were very serious, Wei Shengbai sighed: "My uncle and aunt have not played with us for several days."
Meng Shanglu touched his head while reading the imitation book and said to him: "They are just too nervous to us."
Weisheng Bai held his chin and blinked his green eyes: "That's right."
When he went to kindergarten, his parents did the same.
Thinking of his missing parents, Wei Shengbai couldn't help but feel depressed.
Suddenly, a warm hand held him.
"Let's go, I'll take you to a place."
Meng Shanglu looked at the Weisheng Cypress, and stars seemed to flash in his eyes.
The two little villains held hands and walked towards the small hill behind the villa together.
The not-hot wind blows the faint fragrance of plants and trees, and the sunlight falls on your body, giving you a warm feeling. The micro-cypress walks on the path up the mountain and feels gradually getting better.
"Brother, where are we going?"
"Go to the top of the mountain, there is wind there," Meng Shanglu replied.
wind?
Weishengbo was full of doubts.
The hill was not high, and the two cubs quickly climbed to the top.
What appeared in front of them was the silver-white city that could not be seen at first sight in the capital star. Looking around, there was an indescribable shock.
The wind blew the corners of the two little villains' clothes, and then gently put them down again.
"My father said that the wind can go anywhere," Meng Shanglu said softly.
Weisheng nodded without understanding.
Meng Shanglu looked at his younger brother, and his dark green eyes felt an indescribable tenderness.
"So, tell the wind what you want to tell your parents, and they will convey your thoughts for you."
Weisheng Bai was stunned.
Meng Shanglu had turned his head and shouted loudly: "Uncle Weisheng, Aunt Han, Xiao Bai really misses you--"
This was the first time that Wei Shengbai heard Meng Shanglu speak loudly.
Can the wind really go to any place?
He raised his hand and let the wind from the top of the mountain caress his fingertips.
His lips trembled—
Mom and Dad, I miss you so much.
Weishengbai only felt his eyes sore, and tears were uncontrollably spinning in his eyes.
"Don't cry, the wind will hear it."
"Your parents will hear it too."
My brother's voice was so gentle and firm. Wei Shengbai bit his lip and wiped away the tears that were about to fall.
"Mom and Dad - Xiao Bai misses you so much-"
He shouted at the top of his lungs, as if the voice was a little higher, and his parents who didn't know where they were would hear it.
One after another, each sound was so hard.
Meng Shanglu held his hand tightly and did not let go at once.
He said, "Uncle Weisheng, Aunt Han, don't worry, my sister-in-law and future uncle will take good care of Xiaobai."
"I will take good care of him, too."
"Who wants you to take care of you?" Wei Shengbai sobbed and said disgusted, "I... I'm almost the same as taking care of you."
Meng Shanglu:...
Let's do whatever you say.
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After the two cubs left the top of the mountain, Meng Nanxu and Wei Shengmo slowly walked up.
"He didn't tell his father."
Meng Nanxu stood where Meng Shanglu had just stood and said softly.
Because he knew Meng Nangui, he could never hear it again.
"Brother Meng, the business committee has grown up well," Weishengmo suddenly said to the whizzing wind.
He took Meng Nanxu's hand.
"You can definitely hear it."
Just like I can definitely do it.
Meng Nanxu's eyes felt sour and she held his hand back.
Yes, Brother Meng, and... another "Meng Nanxu", we will do it-