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Lan Se raised his eyebrows, grinned, took out a document from his pocket and said, "Divorce certificate, huh...does a beautiful woman appreciate you?"

The Russian beauty was stunned, and continued to say without changing her face: "Please put out the cigarettes, gentlemen, smoking is not allowed in the restaurant, if the gentlemen can't help but want to smoke, you can go to the bathroom next to the bathroom specially set up for smokers." smoking area.”

"Oh..." Lancer narrowed his eyes and said, "You want us to go to the toilet to smoke? No, beauty...the smell is not very good there!"

"Sir, you..." The beautiful Russian woman said angrily, "It's our boss, whoever smokes in the store has to be fined 250 US dollars."

Lancer exaggeratedly made an expression of sudden realization, "I know your boss, it's that so-and-so Sky... Well, if you get fined, you'll be fined!" A man with style and style has money, and the two of us add up to two hundred and five dollars for one person and five hundred dollars."

Wen Renliang took a puff of his cigarette, controlled his facial expression and went to pick out his pocket.

Zhan Yu gloated and said, "Hey, it seems that the superstar effect doesn't work in New York!"

With a pretty dark face, Little Cheese snatched the cigarette from Lancer's hand first, and then snatched the lit cigarette from Wen Renliang's hand, and politely said to the waiter, "I'm sorry, both of them are from the village. Come down, don't know the rules of New York! Sorry!"

The beautiful waiter smiled and said, "I don't discriminate against country people, gentlemen."

Wen Renliang and Lan Se looked at each other depressed, and then burst out laughing.

Little Cheese had a serious expression, as if preaching, "May I ask you two to pay attention to the influence? Lancer's little things are still very small, but you must not let them spoil you."

The black-haired little guy in Lancer's arms smiled shyly at Little Cheese.

Wen Renliang smacked his tongue with a smile and said, "That's not it, the ages of Lancer and I are both in their sixtieth year. It's really... ah, time makes people grow old!"

Lancer frowned in distress, and lowered his head to ask the baby in his arms, "Baby, come and see if Dad has any white hair? Ah, let's see if there are any wrinkles?"

Little Lancer blinked, and leaned into his father's warm and firm arms dependently: "No."

Wen Renliang also went to see Little Cheese, "Come and see my little one, do I have any?"

Little Cheese pursed her mouth, and whispered angrily, "Leng did it on purpose, hum!"

When the meal was on the table, Little Cheese turned away his face and ignored the man who was trying to grab his hand under the table, and buried himself in the knife and fork to eat.

Wen Renliang put on a broken expression, and went to help Xiao Cheese cut the steak in a fawning manner. Little Cheese pouted and pushed the plate to Wen Renliang. The guy reached out and pulled the dinner plate in front of him again.

Zhan Yu, who was on the opposite side, looked at Lan Se and Wen Renliang, shuddered suddenly and said, "You are all too tired, I really can't stand it!"

Lancer took a fork and stuffed a piece of steak into his son's mouth, smiled and said, "Are you envious? You can go to Zhan Yi and get this kind of treatment."

Zhan Yu roared furiously: "I beg you! Be nice to me!"

Lan Se said angrily: "Why am I not treating you well? Mr. Zhan Yu, who snatched the game console from my son yesterday, huh?"

Zhan Yu stared: "I just want to play with little Lancer and enhance our friendship."

Lancer said in a deep voice: "Your relationship enhancement is to make my son so bloody and blue in the game that he can't stand up?"

Zhan Yu said impatiently: "The skills are not as good as others, so it is only natural that he was blown up by me."

Little Lancer blinked aggrievedly to look at his father, "Well... Dad, I'm very smart!"

Lancer gently comforted his son with a loving father's appearance: "Dad knows, you are great!"

Zhan Yu raised the corner of his mouth and said sarcastically: "Oh yes, it's great, it's so good that you can't even pass the first level of Super Mario! Ooooh!"

Lan Se closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said to his son, "Good boy, stay away from this person from now on!"

Little Cheese swallowed the steak, and seeing Lancer's difficulty in breathing, he said with concern: "Do you need to prepare an oxygen mask for you and call 911?"

Wen Renliang didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Baby, you really failed at learning!"

Little Cheese wrinkled his little nose coldly, "It was all taught by you!"

Lancer surrendered: "Can we finish this meal peacefully? Thank you all!"

Little Cheese nodded, wiped his mouth with a napkin, looked at Wen Renliang and said, "Can I order an ice cream?"

Wen Renliang smiled and said: "Please pay attention to the current climate baby, this season is not suitable for eating that stuff."

Little Cheese snorted unhappily, and continued to eat honestly.

After Lancer fed his son, he focused on filling his stomach. Wen Renliang poured him a glass of strong vodka, and Lancer called the waiter to order a few small dishes.

"Would you like some drink?" Lancer raised his wine glass and motioned to Wen Renliang.

Wen Renliang also picked up the wine glass, tasted a little of the wine in the glass, and asked, "Has he been with his mother all this time?"

Lancer shook his head, rubbed his son's head and said, "Follow his aunt, his mother passed away."

Wen Ren sneered and said, "My personality is a bit introverted."

Lancer laughed loudly, and said, "Good boy, call someone."

Little Lancer looked up at Wen Renliang timidly, "..."

Lancer changed his face and said threateningly: "Call someone, hurry up! Otherwise, Dad will beat you up!"

"You are too violent!" Little Cheese interjected, "Children cannot be educated like this."

Little Lancer looked at Wen Renliang unwillingly: "Uncle."

He stretched out his arms to hug his father's neck, put his face next to Lancer's ear and whispered, Lancer's handsome face showed a smile, and said: "I'll go to bed later when I get home, and I'll go to sleep after I just finished eating." Don't sleep."

Little Lancer fell silent, nestled on Lancer's body and rubbed back and forth, Wen Renliang looked at little Lancer, then at Little Cheese, and said with a smile: "When I first met Little Cheese, he also looked like this , follow me wherever I go, like a drag bottle, but now I'm... not so dependent on me."

Little Cheese lowered her head, her curled eyelashes cast a fan-shaped shadow on her eyelids, she bit her lip and said nothing.

"This kid is also an oil bottle." Lancer smiled and said, looking at his son's brows with a faint look of attachment, the tall nose bridge rubbed against his son's forehead, and kissed his forehead.

Such loving expressions can also be shown on the faces of gangsters who have been in war-torn areas, which really makes people feel the greatness of fatherly love.

Superstar's Little Chef Volume 082: Little Cheese [-] Use a gun to shoot the stuffing of glutinous rice balls

Wen Renliang was driving the car, and melodious piano music was playing in the car. When the car drove through Queens to Manhattan, Wen Renliang hummed the happy Italian song in a good mood: One body, one soul .

Little Cheese looked at him sullenly, Wen Renliang gave Little Cheese a serious sideways glance, touched his little head and sang softly: "If we quarrel, we will make up again soon, you I am one body and one soul."

Little Cheese can understand Italian. When he was in Sicily seven years ago, Wen Renliang hired an excellent tutor to teach him so that he could understand Italian.

Of course, he would also be humming this very popular song in Italy that is now being sung by Liang Renliang. He pursed his mouth tightly and said, "Liao wants to explain, what does the oil bottle mean?"

Wen Renliang turned off the music, and said with a smile, "Oh, so baby cares about this!"

Little Cheese flattened his mouth: "I'm not a fool."

Wen Renliang turned the steering wheel, "How should I put it... Well, strictly speaking, the word "oil bottle" is not a compliment, but when I say it today, it is definitely a compliment, does the little thing understand?"

Little Cheese shook his head lightly: "Oh."

The car was driving fast, Little Cheese turned his head to look at the bustling urban area, and said, "I don't like that word."

Wen Renliang pondered for a moment, and then said: "If the baby doesn't like it, I won't say it in the future, okay?"

Little Cheese said uncertainly, "Then you promise."

Wen Renliang tilted his head and pinched his tender cheeks: "I promise."

The little guy twitched his reddened nose, and asked again in a low voice: "Did I drag you down, so I am a dragger!"

Wen Renliang was taken aback in surprise, and said seriously: "Baby, don't think so, absolutely not."

Little Cheese blinked her big eyes and looked at him, weeping sadly, she lowered her head and didn't look at Wen Renliang's expression, just kept crying.

Wen Renliang was really caught off guard, stopped the car and sighed, stretched out his arms to comfort him and said, "Honey, first...don't cry, listen to me."

Little Cheese whimpered softly, and said, "You are not allowed to say that I am an oil bottle again, woo hoo... the little guy is not an oil bottle!"

"Yes, baby is not an oil bottle, I apologize, baby don't cry anymore..." His scalp was numb, and he said again: "Is baby complaining that Liang has not been with you for the past few days? Sigh... outside There are some things that I need to deal with, baby knows, I have to find out the person who attacked us with bullets, baby, don't be angry anymore... Hey, Liang's whole body and mind are on baby, why do you feel like... I took out my heart and fed it to the dogs..."

Little Cheese stopped crying, and blinked at him aggrievedly: "...Hey the dog?"

Wen Renliang looked at him with a sad face: "..."

The little guy suddenly laughed heartlessly, "That's not true, feed the dog sincerely, Little Cheese is not a dog! Woooooo..."

He opened his small mouth and let out a sobbing sound, laughing and watching people being cold.

Wen Renliang completely surrendered, he leaned on the driver's seat, worried