Chapter 207: Little dimples, help me

Time passed minute by minute, and three generations of the Wen family continued to compete for favor.

Wenjiu sat calmly on the sofa, looking at anyone who spoke, with a gentle look, a smile on the corner of her lips, a hint of indulgence.

After they all finished talking, she smiled and said, "If you don't go out, just show off your talents at home."

"Showing talents?" Everyone was stunned.

What does this mean?

Five minutes later.

Wenjiu's mobile phone was cast on TV, so that everyone could watch her play games.

Everyone: "………”

Although, it looks pretty good.

Wenjiu played a game, and in addition to herself, she also had sixteen eyes staring at her and helped her find someone.

"Auntie, I just saw a head in the grass!"

"My aunt, there are people in the southeast direction of 120 degrees."

"Dimples, are there no bullets?"

“………”

Half an hour passed, Wenjiu took fifty-three heads and successfully ate the chicken.

"yeah--"

A burst of joyful cheers broke out in the hall.

Wenjiu curled her lips and praised her without hesitation, "Everyone is awesome."

"Little dimples, let's play together." Mr. Wen took his mobile phone, boarded the game, and invited her sister.

This game is quite eye-consuming. Wen Jiu doesn't really want Mr. Wen to play this game.

Others also want to think so, after all, Mr. Wen is quite presbyopia.

But it should be fine to think of so many pairs of eyes helping you see.

Five minutes later

"Little dimples, help me!"

"Little dimples, I'm hit again."

"Little dimples, help me..."

Every time Wenjiu kills all directions, she has to retreat to save Mr. Wen.

She was not annoyed yet, and the others had already begun to dislike Mr. Wen.

"Dad, if you don't know how to play, don't play, it will affect your aunt's performance."

"Grandpa, don't think about living when it's time to sacrifice."

"Give up struggling, grandpa."

"Auntie, don't help him next time dad."

Mr. Wen frowned, and his presbyopia eyes no longer dared to think about finding the enemy, and shot them in the heads.

Instead, he was anxious to find where there was no enemy, and then squatted in the corner to hide.

Although his teammate was a vegetarian chicken, Wenjiu still successfully ate the chicken.

Mr. Wen also took a picture of this chicken chicken and sent it proudly to him and his old friends to show off.

When Wenjiu was about to start another game, everyone opposed her team with Mr. Wen.

Just now, when Wen Jiu was playing by himself, he shot a child at a time and brought Mr. Wen with him. He was always stuck and he didn't have fun at all.

Mr. Wen was so angry that his face turned green, "I began to doubt whether you are my own son and grandson!"

"Okay, then I won't play anymore." Wenjiu played for two games, and felt it was a bit exhausting, so she planned to take a break.

Mr. Wen calmed down his anger and smiled at her kindly: "Little dimples, do you want to drink milk tea?"

Hearing this, Wen Jiu raised his eyebrows, his eyes lit up slightly, "Is there any?"

"Yes, I'll do it." Mr. Wen raised his cell phone and said with a smug tone, "I've learned to make milk tea online recently."

After the words fell, they were unanimously opposed by the younger generations.

Bai Canwei: "Does my aunt want to drink milk tea? I know there is a very delicious one. Do you want to go?"

Jiang Ruoying: "It is better for my aunt not to drink milk tea made by my dad. It will probably make you never want to drink milk tea in your life."

Mr. Wen: “………”

Do you think he dare not scold his daughter-in-law???

OK, he really doesn't dare.
Chapter completed!