Something strange happened in the military compound! Huo Zhanci, the "living king of hell" who made enemy agents so frightened that even female mosquitoes didn't dare to get close to him, was hugged by a dirty little milk bag on his thigh during the exercise!
Not only was the little girl not afraid of his dark face, but she also tugged on his belt buckle and shouted in a sweet voice: "Daddy, you have black hair, please loosen your belt, you are in trouble!"
The whole place was dead silent. Just as Huo Zhanci was about to pick him up, Xiaotuanzi took out a worn bullet case: "This is a token of love from your mother. Can it be offset by the hexagram gold?"
Huo Zhanci's eyes that were as affectionate as looking at a dog suddenly straightened up!
Since then, the serious style of military district painting has changed dramatically.
"Report! The young lady said that the wig of the cultural troupe's mainstay is about to fall off!" - It really fell off.
"Report! The little lady said that not only can you not sleep in the office tonight, but you will also have to pay public wages!"
Huo Zhanci looked at the delicate daughter-in-law who had just been picked up, his Adam's apple rolled, and he locked the door: "This hexagram is accurate."
Comrades: Chief, where is your aloof persona? !
