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,

here for a few years already. Although it’s considered to have helped me escape the strict control of my family,

Francisco was getting up, the man asked, “Where are you going?” He replied, “I’m going back to the dorm to take a shower. I stink like a pig

to the ground floor of the dormitory

him was standing very close to

saw Francisco from the corner of his gaze, and his eyes tumed slightly cold. He pulled down the brim of his cap to

Leach took two steps backward stiffly, his posture seeming

balance. Instructor Leach fell all of a sudden, so Francisco dashed forward

into Instructor Leach’s abdomen, and his hands were covered

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

your way back now? And are you driving

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

indeed at 100

know you’re very loyal, but I can’t place my bet on the

Summers, what… What do you

on Stone’s forehead, and he noticed something subconsciously as he