Male God Is Always Targeted - Chapter 1222

[1222. Chapter 1222 Uncle, we don’t make an appointment, we don’t make an appointment 28.32]

there is a photo above at 28.32.

A kissing photo.

The boy’s brows and eyes were gentle, as if he was pampered like water.

The girl can’t see her face.

But I can feel the two people in this photo, the atmosphere is very good.

Mu Zheng’s back veins appeared on the back of his hand.

I want to delete the information.

Pause again.

I stood up, took my coat, and walked out of the office quickly.

‘Hache, Hache’

Luo Mio touched her nose.

Is someone counting on him?

“Is Luo Mio here?” A

gentle voice suddenly sounded at the door of Class C.

Luo Mio looked up.

One is wearing a white shirt and slacks.

A beautiful young man with a refreshing energy stood there.

Gives a very mysterious feeling.

It’s like, a weak and harmless little white rabbit.

But…

Luo Mio’s eyes flashed slightly, and she leaned back against the back of the chair.

He raised his chin lazily, “What is the matter with me.” A

rather casual attitude.

The person at the door was stunned for a moment.

The look that was a little embarrassed at first became even more shy.

walk in.

Standing beside Luo Mio, he hesitated to speak.

“Student Luo Mio, Yifan loves you very much, can you please not be with others.”

Luo Mio looked at the person in front of him calmly.

He turned the pen in his hand and didn’t answer.

On the other hand, the other people in Class C, looking at the person who came, turned a little sneer.

Yi Wen felt everyone’s attention.

Confused explanation.

“I didn’t mean it that way. I just thought that Yifan was also very rich. He was still so young and much better than the older ones. You don’t have to worry about the future.” The

words ended.

Class C fell into a sudden immersion.

His eyes fell on Luo Mio.

Luo Miao looked at the person in front of her without frowning, and sighed softly.

“Tell me, how much did my son give you.”

?

“Son?”

“Man, why do you have a son?” “Where did

you get a son, man.”

The people in Class C were stunned.

Looking a bit wanton in his demeanor, and surrounded by elegant air, he doesn’t look like Luo Mio who has been infected with those feelings of love at all.

Everyone just feels that their brains are not enough.

This should be a joke.

Yes.

However, Luo Mio’s next sentence directly caused them to think to pieces.

“My son, you all know Mu Yifan.”

! !

Mu Yifan.

Mu Yifan!

Mu Yifan! !

“Fuck you, god, are you kidding me?” The

classmates in the class shouted in disbelief, their faces collapsed.

Mu Yifan is obviously a few months older than the male god!

Luo Mio shrugged innocently, “No, if you don’t believe me, ask him, oh, just in time, my son is here, son, come to see Dad?” He

straightened up.

He smiled and greeted those who came.

His expression was as natural as a father and son.

Mu Yifan, who had just come in, held his breath in his chest.

Suddenly a piercing cough sounded.

“Cough…cough…cough…”

Luo Mio, who was sitting, stood up immediately.

With an anxious face, he bypassed Yi Wen.

Walking to Mu Yifan’s side, he raised his hand and patted his back vigorously.

Help him get comfortable.

“You’re already such an adult, why are you still like a child? Even if I’m happy to see my father, don’t be so excited.”

That full of grown-up kisses.

Hearing a group of people froze for a while.

Rao is Mu Yifan, and he was almost stunned.

He coughed twice, and yelled at him angrily.

“Go away!”

Luo Mio’s eyes were instantly hurt.

He patted Mu Yifan’s hand and took it back.

Sadly bowing his head, he spoke in a volume that only the two of them could hear.

“In another week, I’m going to enter your shepherd’s household registration book, and you…”

Mu Yifan slammed into the forehead, raised his hand and hit.

It looked like it was about to fall on Luo Mio.

——It

‘s Monday again, tickets, tickets, tickets, tickets, come to the bowl!

(End of this chapter)