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Yang San found out that he forgot to buy something for the meat bun after he bought it. Roubao followed her, his clothes were not good, and it was her face that was lost. She also put a few amulets on Meat Bao, just in case, after all, cubs at this age are the ones that need the most care.
Roubao has a silly and sweet temper, and has no understanding of the ways of the world. He eats and sleeps all day long, sleeps and eats when he is full, and has become the look that Yang San envies most. Speaking of which, although Roubao is young, his cultivation is not low. He looks like he is only five years old, but his cultivation is two thousand years old. It is just that he has not been awake for a long time and has not received the system's training. Teach, so act on instinct.
Yang Sanjue's, seeing that the day when he will become a teacher is just around the corner, remember now, and he will honor her when he makes money in the future. This one is also a potential stock.
"Look, which of these three sets of clothes do you like?" Yang San held Roubao's hand and let him choose by himself, after all, she is very democratic.
Roubao subconsciously wanted to bite his finger, but Yang San put it down.
"Is it delicious?" He looked innocent, but his eyes showed that he was sincere in asking this question. Fortunately, in foreign countries, other people can't understand what he said, otherwise they would feel in their hearts, such a lovely child, it hurts the brain like this.
Yang San also told him seriously, "It's not delicious! So don't let me find out that you ate your clothes."
If you really eat it, then use spells to conjure clothes yourself!
I bought a few sets of Roubao summer clothes (considering that the child grows fast, Yang San specially chose one size bigger), everything is almost bought, and they are going to go back, and they will fly tomorrow back home.
When entering the car, Yang San sensed that something was wrong. There was a smell of strangers in the car, and there was a little more smell.
She directly reached under the seat, where there should have been empty places, but there were some places that shouldn't have appeared.
Yang San grabbed it with one hand and moved the things below to the seat.
After Yin Wenjue saw it, he immediately went to hell.
"When did I have these things in my car???"
A few guns, and a few packets of white powder-like things, Yin Wenjue's hairs stood on end at the thought of a certain possibility.
Yang San said casually: "Probably when we were shopping in the mall, the other party only had this time to make a move. Well, what is this bag, flour? Is it edible?"
Roubao, who was drowsy at first, heard the word "eat", his eyes lit up instantly, his energy was refreshed, and he looked at these things eagerly.
Yin Wenjue flew from the front to the back seat, and frantically stopped her. He had never been so agile before, because the arc of his movements was too large, and his head hit the roof of the car, causing his head to swell from the pain.
"Can't eat!! This thing is contaminated for three generations!"
He has been reminded of him since he was a child, no matter how he loses his fortune, he is fine, but this thing and gambling cannot be contaminated.
"This is a drug." Yin Wenjue's face darkened, even taking out these things, who is so cruel. Veins popped out on his forehead, and he had never been so angry when he heard that he was being cuckolded.
Yang San is also a person who often surfs the Internet, so he naturally knows the dangers of this thing.
Yin Wenjue's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, "I'll take these things down first and destroy them."
Yang San gave him a supercilious look, "And then he got all the stolen goods? The other party must have arranged it. If you dare to take it out, they will dare to shoot you."
Yin Wenjue's sweat was about to drip, "Then hide it?"
Roubao raised his hand, "I can help eat it!"
From this point of view, he and Yang San are indeed of the same clan.
Yang San warned him, "This food can't be eaten indiscriminately, it's easy to cause diarrhea."
Roubao lowered his head wearily.
Yang San directly put these things into the mustard seeds, and it was done once and for all. Those people can't go to her mustard to search.
Since the journey of driving the clouds, no matter what Yang San does, Yin Wenjue doesn't find it strange. So after seeing that she really disappeared the things, she just breathed a sigh of relief.
"Boss, are there any other dangerous items in our car?"
"No."
Yin Wenjue felt relieved to drive. After driving for less than ten minutes, he was stopped by a policeman with a gun and an arrogant look on his face.
[Get out of the car, we want to check. We have received a report that you are carrying illegal items]
Yin Wenjue recalled what he saw just now, and his face sank: Sure enough, I was right with the boss, waiting here??Looking at the amount, it's enough for him to get through jail. Even if he could be released on bail because of the Yin family, he wouldn't be able to survive in China. Huaxia has a deep hatred for drugs, and if he has anything to do with this thing, he can't even try to turn himself around.
Yang San shook his head, waiting for Yin Wenjue to deal with this matter, the flowers will all be thanked.
She directly called Bishop Andre, saying that someone wanted to frame her and even kill her. If she hadn't heard the Lord's reminder, she might have fallen into the pit.
After throwing this matter to the church, Yang San was fine.
Yin Wenjue's hands on the steering wheel trembled a little, and his voice trembled, "Boss, who did you call just now?"
Yang San said calmly, "Bishop Andre, you have seen it."
"You, you're letting a cardinal handle this for you?" His voice cracked.
Yang San frowned slightly, "Well, you are right."
Before Yin Wenjue could breathe a sigh of relief, Yang San continued: "Or should I call the archbishop? It should be faster for him to come forward, right?"
"Or to the Pope? Which is more appropriate?"
Yin Wenjue almost went to heaven because of being frightened. In comparison, he who just sent out the lawyer's letter was weak. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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