C2 Your Son

This Little Milk Bun was actually holding a real gun.

Linn Chenchen's chubby little hand couldn't hold the real spear at all. He was holding it with both hands. Moreover, the spear he was holding had a very strong force. He had to use a lot of strength to pull the trigger. If this annoying old lady kept arguing, he did not mind letting her eat the bullet.

Although his big round eyes still had the innocence of a child, it didn't lose its sharpness. There were also two small lumps of meat on his face, but this didn't affect his seriousness at all.

If not for his appearance, it would really be hard for people to define his actions and aura. It was for a child.

From beginning to end, Linn Nanfeng only looked at this scene with an expressionless face. His eyes were fixed on Little Milk Bun. When he saw Little Milk Bun's face, his pupils, which had not changed at all, suddenly widened. Why? Why did he feel that this child was so familiar?

"You. . . Stand up!" Linn Chenchen felt that his hand holding the gun was starting to get tired. He said to the yellow-haired woman, asking her to stand up.

Although the voice was still childish, if one listened carefully, one could still hear the seriousness in it.

That yellow-haired woman also did not dare to slack off, because she knew that the gun at her waist could take her life at any time. . . Just where did this little brat come from, to actually use a gun? She thought hatefully in her heart, then slowly stood up.

A sudden change occurred. The yellow-haired woman's eyes suddenly became sharp. Then, she turned her body to the side and avoided the position where the gun was pointed at her.

Linn Chenchen's reaction was very quick. Very quickly, he held the spear and wanted to change his direction. However, his hands and feet were too short, so he couldn't keep up with the speed.

"With a loud bang, Linn Chenchen was sent flying by the kick. The gun in his hand, which couldn't be held tightly, was also sent flying.

Just as the small ball was about to hit the glass, a figure suddenly flashed to the front of the window. Linn Chenchen was held in a wide hug.

The yellow-haired woman thought that she had already grasped the situation. But at this moment, when she saw the tall and handsome man in front of her holding the child with one hand and pointing the gun at her with the other, her face was filled with disbelief as if she was going to freeze to death.

Wasn't Linn Nanfeng poisoned? Wasn't he unable to move his entire body? But why was he still standing there so quickly?

"You weren't poisoned!" The yellow-haired woman's expression became distorted.

However, Linn Nanfeng did not intend to answer her question. How could he let it happen again when he suffered a loss five years ago?

When he entered this room, he had already noticed that there were people here. But he just wanted to see what the other party wanted to do. Just now, he pretended to be poisoned because he wanted to lure out a second person.

However, even though Linn Nanfeng had expected this to happen, he had never thought that this second person would be such a small Little Milk Bun. Furthermore, he could sense a familiar aura from Little Milk Bun's body.

At this moment, the door was opened and a man in a black suit walked in. Behind him were many men in suits. He glanced at the yellow-haired woman not far away and signaled his subordinates to take the woman away.

When everyone was taken away, Han Yubo looked over at Linn Nanfeng and said, "Boss!"

However, just as he finished his words, he was completely stunned. His eyes were fixed on the Little Milk Bun in their chief's hand.

Why was there such a Little Milk Bun in their boss's hand? Was this the same person as the woman just now?

However, Han Yubo quickly denied his guess because he saw Little Milk Bun's face clearly in the dim light. Then, he had a very strange thought. That was. . . This. . . Little Milk Bun was simply a miniaturized version of their boss.

Not only did he look like a superhuman, but he also looked like a superhuman. Not only that, but he was also wearing a miniaturized version of the uniform. He also had a serious aura that didn't belong to a child! Wasn't that the indifferent aura of their boss?

"Boss, this child. . . " Han Yubo's tone was hesitant because he didn't know what he was thinking. He didn't know if the boss would kill him because he clearly remembered that no woman had ever been able to get close to their boss.

"If you have something to say, just say it!" Ling Nanfeng said to Han Yubo in a cold tone.

Since their boss had said so, he did not need to worry about it anymore. Han Yubo made up his mind and said, "Boss. Is this child your child?"