第1491章 我說的是嘴

            

            
            
            
            
            
                王悍摟著三七。
                
            

            

            
            
                “說了沒？”
                
            

            

            
            
                “說了！”三七點了點頭。
                
            

            

            
            
                王悍心滿意足的拍了拍三七的肩膀，“小夥子有前途！以後我罩著你！”
                
            

            

            
            
                三七仰著頭衝著王悍笑道，“師叔，你那麼厲害，以後能不能教我點功夫？我也想像你一樣打敗二師兄！”
                
            

            

            
            
                王悍愣了一下，“你為什麼要打敗他？”
                
            

            

            
            
                三七嘟囔著嘴，左右看了看，趴在王悍的耳邊小聲道。
                
            

            

            
            
                “二師兄特別壞，他喜歡小巫師，但小巫師不喜歡他，他為了追求小巫師，拋棄了結髮妻子，害的我都恐婚了。”
                
            

            

            
            
                王悍的重點完全不在韓隸做過什麼，而是在最後一句。
                
            

            

            
            
                打量著三七。
                
            

            

            
            
                “你今年幾歲？”
                
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                “七歲半了！”
                
            

            

            
            
                “你特麼才七歲半就恐婚？”
                
            

            

            
            
                王悍黑著臉，狠不得給這小屁孩踹一腳。
                
            

            

            
            
                三七像是個小大人一樣蹲在王悍邊上拿起來一根樹枝假裝吸了口煙的樣子，“唉，師叔，婚姻是愛情的墳墓！你不懂！”
                
            

            

            
            
                “屁大點人你懂個錘子！”
                
            

            

            
            
                “師叔你結婚了嗎？”三七仰著頭想要和王悍反駁一下。
                
            

            

            
            
                “結了。”
                
            

            

            
            
                “結婚有什麼好處？你給我說說！”三七又問。
                
            

            

            
            
                王悍想了想，“你跌倒了，能扶你一把的是你朋友，能扶你兩把的是你家人，能扶你幾把的是你老婆。”
                
            

            

            
            
                話剛說完
                
            

            

            
            
                王悍屁股就捱了一腳。
                
            

            

            
            
                直接給蹲在地上的王悍踹的飛了起來。
                
            

            

            
            
                言素素吃著東西怒視王悍。
                
            

            

            
            
                “我還是低估了你當狗的能力！
                
            

            

            
            
                三七，你別聽他瞎說！這人不正經！來，吃點師叔秘製的蛋黃包。”
                
            

            

            
            
                看到言素素黑乎乎的蛋黃包。
                
            

            

            
            
                三七拔腿就要跑被言素素一把摁在了原地。
                
            

            

            
            
                言素素捏開三七的嘴巴塞了進去。
                
            

            

            
            
                “好吃嗎三七？”
                
            

            

            
            
                三七眼淚鼻涕一起流。
                
            

            

            
            
                “好吃！”
                
            

            

            
            
                言素素摟著三七的脖子。
                
            

            

            
            
                “我剛做出來就給你吃了，你感不感動？”
                
            

            

            
            
                “不敢動。”
                
            

            

            
            
                “嗯？”
                
            

            

            
            
                “感動！”
                
            

            

            
            
                言素素這才滿意的鬆開了三七，三七捂著嘴轉頭就跑。
                
            

            

            
            
                王悍揉著屁股蹲在旁邊，言素素遞過來一個蛋黃包。
                
            

            

            
            
                看到黑不溜秋的東西，王悍往一邊挪了挪。
                
            

            

            
            
                “不餓！”
                
            

            

            
            
                “沒福享受的王寶釧！”