Chapter 12: My little girl 2

晟 搂 搂 搂 人 人 人 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂 搂What should I do?"
At the beginning, the number of warmth still stunned the scorpion. After a while, I remembered the words that the woman had said to her, and then I said what Qian Qian’s words had just said, all of a sudden, the ears were red, not even things. Will eat.
晟 墨 墨 难 难 难 难 难 , , , , , 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟
Shibuya was in a hurry to follow the thousands of inks behind them. From a distance, he saw a thousand inks licking a few warm heads and bowing ears. Where can she be fun, but the body is getting more and more uncomfortable.
Fortunately, at noon, the four uncles finally met her, and took her to a restaurant for lunch.
The most important thing is that the four uncles also bought a gift for her, which proves that the four uncles still remember her, and think of it here, Shibuya's mood is finally a lot better.
After using lunch, 晟千墨 took into account the body of Shibuya, so people first go home, and then come out after dinner.
Shibuya listened to the arrangement of Qian Qianmo, knowing that the four uncles still understand themselves and feel better.
It was night, and the night sky in the city put up fireworks.
Shibuya took a look at Shiqiao and looked at the fireworks in the night sky. He turned his head and went back and walked under the bridge. He said, "Four uncle, it’s so good!"
晟 Thousands of ink: "Go down."
Shibuya nodded and walked down the stone bridge very happily. When he saw the thousands of inks talking to the boatman who was on the boat, but did not see the female slave who was next to Qian Qianmo, Shibuya turned his head and looked at it, only to find her. I didn’t know what was slamming on a stone. She glanced over.
What are you doing?

A few warm eyes looked up at her and said, "The lanterns make a wish."
Shibuya understood and looked at her and said, "I want to make a wish."
The number of warmth had to take out his wishing paper and gave the lantern to her.
The boat rented by Qian Qianmo is very large. There are colorful lanterns on the boat, as well as flying red ribbons. The red is clear and beautiful.
Because it was a Wishing Festival, many people were on the shore to put on the lanterns, so when the boat drove to the center of the lake, the number of warmth was intended to put the lanterns in their arms down.
"Wished?" Qian Qianmo glanced at the lantern in her hand and asked casually.
The number of warmth was so dare not to put the lanterns on, and the nasal sounds "hmm".
Qian Qian ink caught her other little hand and pinched her soft fingers, "greedy."
The number of warmth knows what he is pointing, but hesitantly took the lantern back, but before he said anything, Qian Qianmo asked casually: "What?"
A few warm hands grasped the petals of the lantern, licking a small mouth and dare not answer.
But Qian Qianmo's patience is not so good. He stretched out his hand and opened the flower of the lantern. He took out the wishing paper and took a look. It was a small handwriting of Juan Xiu.
May the king rejoice in peace.
He has to admit that he has heard many good words, but just a few words written on paper make his heart soft.
晟 千墨 re-folded the wishing paper and put it back in the lantern, faintly: "Let it."
The number of warmth was so sincere and fearful that the lantern was placed on the lake, and the eyeballs were stunned until they saw the lanterns go far away from the wind, and they couldn’t see it completely, and they were willing to take their eyes back.