Xingjue came in sideways, closed the door, and passed by the paper-cut man.

When he looked back, he saw that the paper-killed man's head had turned in a direction.

Why do babies keep such strange things...

"Where is the baby?" Xing Jue took off his coat and placed it on a chair.

"upstairs."

Xingjue was about to go upstairs immediately, and the robot jumped down and called him: "Carry him up too, why are you so blind?"

Xingjue: "..."

I usually go up and down the stairs and don’t see any obstacles.

Xing Juezhe came back and held the robot up in both hands: "What were you doing just now?"

"Hehehe, I'm dancing." The robot twisted: "How is it, am I dancing well?"

“…”

Xingjue really couldn't judge the dance just now.

But under the expectant gaze of the robot, he gritted his teeth and asked, "What dance?"

“Street dance.”

“…”

I really didn't see it.

Xingjue went upstairs and smiled and screamed: "Baby?"

"What did you bring it up?" Chu Zheng pointed at the robot: "Take it down."

“???”

The robot rolled down from his hand and turned into a ball, rolling into the bottom of the cabinet.

"Catch me, catch me! A little bit..."

Then, under the cabinet, there was a raucous music.

Xingjue: "..."

It’s not that you can’t get up with feelings, it’s that you don’t dare to get up with feelings.

Chu Zheng raised her hand and pressed her forehead, and she wanted to sweep Xingjue and the robot out.

This guy was obsessed with drama some time ago, but now he is suddenly obsessed with street dance again.

It was raking all afternoon today.

She still has to judge.
Chapter completed!