Charming Mommy of adorable triplets

Chapter 390

At the training camp…

“Mr. Boucher, your little goddess left so long ago. Are you still thinking about her?”

Francisco had just finished playing basketball with a few of his friends, and his body was still drenched in sweat. He was sitting on the bench drinking water while taking the ridicule of his friends head-on. He then waved at them. “Go away, stop making fun of m

e.”

Someone stepped over the bench, sat beside him, picked up the water bottle at his feet, and unscrewed it. “You’ve been rather absent-minded ever since your little goddess left the training camp. You haven’t been playing with us very diligently either.”

He took a sip and then asked faintly, “Have your soul left the training camp together with her?”

Francisco let out a sigh. “My soul has left the camp your *ss! I’m trying to be serious now so that I can go home earlier.”

The man did not believe it. “How can you still be a bully when you go home? Your parents will still keep an eye on you, won’t they? Isn’t life in the training camp rather happy?”

don’t want to get into top management, so I’ll be able to go home in a few more years. Thus, instead of waiting for my time here to end, I might as well

or wait for the end of my term to return home. I’ve stayed here for a few years already. Although it’s considered to have helped

asked, “Where are you going?” He replied, “I’m going back to the dorm to take a shower. I stink

walked to the ground floor of the dormitory and

while the man in front of him was standing very close to him and had his hand placed on Instructor

eyes tumed slightly cold. He pulled down the brim of his cap to cover his face, tumed around with his hands inserted into his pocket, and

two steps backward stiffly, his

was wrong, trotted toward Instructor Leach, and saw that he had lost his balance. Instructor Leach fell all of a sudden, so Francisco dashed forward

onto the dagger that was stabbed into Instructor Leach’s abdomen,

he saw Rowena’s call, he put on a Bluetooth headset

now? And are you driving at 100 miles per

was startled. “Yes… How do you know that, Ms.

current speed was indeed at 100 miles per

murderous intent, “Stone, I’m sorry. I know you’re very loyal, but I can’t place my bet on

Summers, what… What do

something subconsciously as he heard the