Chapter 623

The little rabbit not only likes to drill into people's arms to find food, but also has a modeling momentum of throwing milk bottles. He likes to howl twice when he has nothing to do. He puts silk in his mouth when he catches something. Even now... His ability to destroy his important documents is set by set!

"Rong Shuai! Tell me what you're doing?"

The gloomy handsome face spits out low words, and the green veins on his forehead burst faintly. Rong Yan looked at him with great forbearance and restraint. He just went to have a meeting and came back. He has already sat on his desk, spilled coffee on the table, and the documents are scattered all over the ground. The survivors left on the table are hardly spared from being polluted by coffee.

The little guy stared at Baba, holding a corner of the contract to be signed in the afternoon and stuffed it into his mouth. The two white front teeth on the pink gums looked at him slightly open because of surprise.

Silence——

Nursery teachers and secretaries are in danger and dare not breathe.

They can't help it either. The Young Marshal yells to play at the desk. They think about it. Rong Shao loves the Young Marshal so much. It's just sitting at a desk. It'll be fine, won't it?

Unable to withstand the Martian offensive of the Young Marshal, they finally took the Young Marshal to the desk to sit, but did the Young Marshal be obedient?!

Why wait for them to come back from the tea room, squint on the sofa for a while, and the desk is like a looted battlefield?

God, who will save them!

Rong Shao had a headache. He reached out and rubbed his forehead. Feng's eyes narrowed sharply and looked at the immature child. The little guy looked at him all the time when he saw Baba. His dark eyes were unwilling to show weakness and looked at him.

They were big and small, standing and sitting, just looking at each other.

The little guy took the lead in breaking the skill, "eech!"

"Have you made a mistake?" Rong Shao frowns.

The Young Marshal stared with round eyes and a small mouth: "ah ah..."

"Admit your mistake!"

"... Yee Yee..."

Completely unable to communicate!

"Take him to bed. Go up and don't let me see him for ten minutes!" Rong Shao drank low, so he asked someone to come in and clean up the mess.

As if granted amnesty, the nursery teacher rushed forward, hugged the Young Marshal, nodded hurriedly, and sent the little guy to the shaking table Come on.

Wary of being swept to the end of the typhoon, the secretary came to the shaking table to wait for his life.

The cleaner soon came in to clean up and asked Li Qi to print out the contract and all the materials again. Rong Shaoduan sat at his desk, bending his fingertips on the desktop and tapping.

When he heard the sound, the little guy suddenly turned his head and looked at him with special attention. Rong Shao saw it and snorted coldly.

"Bring him here."

The nursery teacher didn't hesitate. He immediately picked up the Young Marshal and sent him to rongshao respectfully.

He reached out to take the little guy who had caused him trouble, put his hands under his armpits, raised his heels slightly and looked down at himself.

"Who on earth are you making trouble like?"

The little guy's ruddy little mouth grinned, and his voice was clear and pleasant.

Rong Shao bent up his lips and rubbed the tip of his tall nose against his small nose: "still have a face to laugh? You feel very proud to say you're making trouble, don't you, huh?"

The little guy kept laughing and suddenly felt itchy. He also stretched out his little hand and patted Baba's face.

"Little rabbit, stop it! You can shoot my face too? This is the face for your mother. No one is allowed to touch it, including you, okay?"