"Go back? Why go back? You just came out today." Lan Ze couldn't possibly agree.

"Then I'll go back by myself." Xiaomai said decisively.

Lan Ze has a big plan. What will happen if Wheat is not there? They are two old guys and they are not familiar enough with the little fox.

"Don't make trouble. No one can go back."

"Dad, Mo Mo and Lan Shu can't do this at home. It's not like they're in school now, with teachers taking care of them. I don't care, you don't care, these two naughty kids are going to let themselves go."

"There are so many elders in the family. Don't worry about it."

Having said that, Lan Ze immediately asked Comrade Lao Jiang if he had time to go home and take a look.

There is a mecha group under Lao Jiang. With his authority, even if he randomly transfers a few people to the local area, he is afraid that he will not be able to control the naughty children?

"Okay, this round of inspection is over and I just want to go home." Comrade Lao Jiang replied in real time.

He also saw Mo Mo wearing a skirt, and he was very happy: "The way Xiao Mo Mo is dressed today is completely different from Zhang Lanyue's style. The charm is so lifelike!"

"Is this a matter of charm?" In Lanze's eyes, he is not a son, but a pervert.

What he is worried about now is what uncontrollable psychological changes have happened to Xiong's son. The Space City Cult is destroying people!

After all, Mo Mo was imprisoned for more than seven years; he escaped from imprisonment and hid for nearly a year before finally finding the opportunity to leave the space city.

What if... just in case. Mo Mo suddenly feels that wearing a skirt is also good?

He uses girls' clothes to dress himself up beautifully every day; his little face has real potential to slim down. His silver-white beard has been shaved off, and his face is smooth and clean, with no stubble at all.

It doesn't matter whether the knife is used to cut it or not.

"He is such a cheerful child, I don't think you need to worry at all." Comrade Lao Jiang comforted him, "He has adapted well to returning to Earth. I will pay close attention after returning home. However, I really didn't find this in him before.

There are signs of it. It doesn’t look like it since he was a child.”

Lan Ze sighed deeply. Mo Mo had never learned how to make a sound, and his roar was the sound of a little boy's Dantian, which was completely different from Brother Xiaomi's clear childlike sound.

Before today, he would never associate Mo Mo with a girl.

"Okay." Lan Ze greeted Xiaomai, "Uncle Jiang will go home as soon as he is done with his work."

"That's okay." Mai's expression softened a lot.

The next day, they still visited various places in the experimental city.

Three generations of people wander between various project teams.

The fairy is holding a string of little grandchildren, and Xiaomai is holding his wife.

Adults watch the doorway, while children watch the excitement. Every time you step into the open area of ​​the experimental city, it is like entering a big park. The supporting environment after work is carefully set up to be very beautiful, making walking through it enjoyable.

At noon, in the convenience restaurant of Experimental City, the fairy and her son and grandson sat around a round table, watching each of the children eating hard, as if they were having a family dinner. Xiaomai and the little fox sat side by side at the side table, and there was no room for any outsiders.

Lan Ze and Wei Hanyang also joined the table and sat across from each other. It was just a light meal.

Wei Hanyang placed the peeled shrimp tails one by one in a small butterfly, poured on the sauce, and pushed it to Lan Ze. "Don't worry about it, you eat this."

"Well..."

Mo Mo, wrapped in a skirt, singing and dancing, danced in Lan Ze's mind all night.

This morning, he wanted to forget about it, but his mind didn't listen to him.

Looking at the neat and beautiful shrimps on the plate, Lan Ze couldn't help but sigh: "Lan Shu is a good boy."

The person who stayed with Mo Mo all day long was Xiao Lanshu. It's hard to say how useful it was, but at least it was a comfort.

The little kid has a pair of dexterous hands, which can only be inherited from his male mother.

"Well, it's not bad." The male mother said modestly, "I'm not smart enough and I'm too slow to learn things. It's better to get lost."

"Oh."

Is Lan Shu not smart? It’s just that the person he’s comparing to is too outrageous.

Children have their own strengths, okay? Can Gungun know how to...for example, cook?

Lan Ze didn't want to admit that Lan Shu was not as good as Gun Gun.

"Why did I provoke you again?" Wei Hanyang whispered with concern, "Be good, eat well. Don't get into trouble with yourself."

Seeing Wei Yaojing being such a big pervert, Lan Ze was no longer at ease with Lan Shu.

What if the little kid is stimulated by his little brother and wants to cut himself?

"Here, have a rice ball." Wei Hanyang took clean chopsticks and wrapped a delicate little rice ball and handed it to Lan Ze.

"I feel sleepy after eating rice."

"Just go back and take a nap."

"Okay." Lan Ze bit the rice ball in his mouth obediently.

Affected by the psychological suggestion, he immediately felt that his eyelids became heavy.

After leaving the convenience restaurant, there were still three groups. Fairy and Xiaoxiao took their playful children to have fun outdoors. Xiaomai held his wife's little hand and went shopping alone. Lanze put his arm on Wei Fairy's shoulder, fascinated.

Followed in a daze.

Fairy Wei raised her head and glanced at the bracelet, then stopped. Lanze leaned his head over.

Wei Hanyang chatted for a while using quick gestures.

"Something happened at home."

"Huh?" Lan Ze raised his head.

"A few kids were causing trouble in a nightclub and are currently under police custody. Mo Mo injured someone."

Lan Ze suddenly woke up.

"Nightclub?"

It was broad daylight, and the sun was shining brightly in the sky.

"I'll go back and take care of it. You can't help if you go back." Wei Hanyang calmly arranged, "You continue to show them around as planned."

"Weren't you fine yesterday?"

"Ask Lao Zheng for details. He has already arrived at the bureau."

Wei Hanyang flew home in a hurry.

Lan Ze didn't feel sleepy at all.

There was a security team following him, so he was not alone, but he was inexplicably flustered. He glanced at his bracelet and found that Lao Zheng had contacted him a long time ago.

A group of children at home went out early in the morning.

The main reason is that Xiaomin wants to celebrate his adulthood. In fact, he became an adult in October last year, but only now does he have the opportunity to do some adult things.

Nightclubs are normally closed in the morning. They are lively and lively regardless of time. They are usually not far from the joint base. Because the biological clocks of those flying in the sky are messed up.

However, the management of the consortium bases in China is relatively strict. Nightclubs that professionally serve consortium personnel do not even provide alcoholic beverages. Sunflower seeds and peanuts are enough. They rely on various imaginative interactive performances to attract people.

Because there are irregular unannounced visits and random inspections, the program style is basically relatively healthy.

The direct or indirect harm to the human body is probably limited to the damage to the eardrum caused by the sound.

For older children who have just entered society, it is very lively and fun.

Therefore, there is nothing wrong with Xiaomin and the others going to nightclubs early in the morning.

Lao Zheng's handsome daughter chose a place. Momo went with Xiaomin to gain experience. Even the little kid Lan Shu went there - he just wanted to see if there was any chance to make money by performing arts.

Before the accident, Lan Shu had just finished playing Zhang Lanwei's "The Great Wave" on the high platform.

This piece of music by Xiaomai is not only full of energy, but also arrogant, and it perfectly matches the excitement of the entertainment venue. No one else except Lan Shu knows this piece of music. What’s even better is that Lan Shu has all the performance authorization for Zhang Lanwei’s works.

He came off the stage to return the instrument, and then came to the front to find the boy and the others. They were all on the edge of the low fence under the high stage, very close to the backstage.

I saw more people entering the hall, all from the federation.

Newcomers saw the lively atmosphere, and some people squeezed in front of the fence in order to be closer to the performance.
Chapter completed!