Chapter 2912: 4.512 The little monk feels pain

Chapter 2912 4.512 Little Monk Feels Painful
The little monk's face couldn't help but a big face, a cute face, turned to the tree, and blinked his big watery eyes, "Female, female donor?"
"Don't sell cute." Qiao Mu said expressionlessly.
Yes, that ’s the tone. This is really not a dream, but a real female donor is right in front of her eyes.
"The female donor really is yours, the female donor!" The child seemed to wake up like a dream, with a small palm down, and slap it on his thigh.
"It hurts, it hurts!" The young monk grinned with a grin, and suddenly stretched out two small radish hands into the arms of Arbor, tears falling down like gold beans, "Women, women Are you running out of time? "
Qiao Mu couldn't help but feel soft, but his face was still expressionless, but his little hand was involuntarily raised, and he patted him twice on the back. "
"Amitabha, the little monk is only five years old this year, and is not yet a manly husband in a strict sense."
"Sometimes the little monk will be able to fulfill his merits one day, report the four gratitudes, and be miserable three times ..."
Qiaomu reached out and covered the little monk's mouth.
I'm afraid the child's problems can't be changed since he was a child.
You'll have it, but you're still embarrassing those Buddhas and gods all the time, and you can't be too tired to bite the words and chew the words!
The little monk looked at the tree with and white eyes and slick eyes. "Female, female donor! If the male and female don't accept lightly, you, you let go of the little monk!"
Qiaomu had a brain crash on his full forehead. "Shut up."
The little monk flattened his mouth, pulled his head for a moment, and whispered wrongfully, "You have changed."
"You didn't look like this before."
arbor:……
"You used to hug me in a whisper," said the empty monk pitifully. "You will still help me comb my hair and put a braid on my head! It's as fierce as it is now."
Even Molian was speechless now.
Anyway, do you have hair on your head? What little braids did he make up? Bacheng dreamed of Joe again when he was dreaming.
Master Qiao Qiao, the child dreamed in his dream, feels that she is tender and watery like her mother. Ninety-nine percent has replaced Qiao Qiao as her mother ...
Qiao Mu was funny and lovingly touched the little monk's head. "Come and tell my sister, how are you feeling now?"
"The little monk's heart hurts. Everywhere is uncomfortable. You, the female donor, walk a long way with the little monk on your back!" The empty chubby little hand stuck in his heart.
arbor:!
Why did she want to shoot the child so badly?
Molian on the side felt even worse.
Why is this young monk so stubborn? I am afraid that this girl's skills are born with her. This is how old she is, so she will coax the little girl. The six roots are really not clean!
Before Qiao Mu moved, the boxer Molian flashed forward and came to the two of them. With a pinch of her finger, the little monk's plump body was pinched.
Give the young monk heartily, "Heavy."
Arbor twitched.
In fact, she also found that the young monk seemed fatter than before she left, but you can imagine how good her mother Wei Ziqin was feeding at home.
"If you get so fat, you will develop horizontally."
The little monk widened his eyes slickly, "Women, your husband is stabbing again!"
(End of this chapter)