Chapter 133: Deceptive Uncle 32

Qian Qianmo did not expect that the number of warmth would be said by himself in one sentence, and he still fell in front of himself.
He frowned slightly, and the people were a little awake, and said: "Get up."
The number of warmth did not rise.
"Is this king letting you smash it?" 晟 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨
Countless warmth shed tears and talk back to him, the sound is broken: "The number of warmth has always been squatting, isn't it?"
晟 Thousands of inks coldly drink her: "This king makes you get up now."
The number of warmth did not agree, did not agree, or looked up at him and shed tears, tears and beads do not stop falling like money, and soon wet face, her tears vaguely choked: "They said Yes, the prince is also right. The wrong thing is the number of warmth... It’s a few warm and whimsical, it’s a number of warmths... I’m a slave to the country’s death...

Qian Qian ink stared at her coldly, and her thin lips poured out her anger: "Is this king saying you?"
"Isn't it?" The number of warmth pulled off the collar, revealing a large piece of spring, but the number of warmth did not care about pointing to the collarbone, while crying and said: "Here, here is a slave, I have been a slave in my life!

The eyes of Qian Qianmo became cold and cold, and he even smiled coldly. "What do you mean, you always think that the king treats you as a slave?"
The number of warm and sobbing looked at him did not speak, but admitted.
She can't afford to lick thousands of inks.
Two people are not in an equal position.
Just as he can sway to himself, but she has to be careful to please him for fear that he can't do anything to make him angry...
Her heart is very clear, such a humble relationship is only the relationship between the owner and the pet...
晟 Thousands of inks coldly overlooking her, slowly leaned down, bowed her head, quietly licked the little girl with tears in her face Her chin, staring straight at her for a long while, suddenly bowed her mouth and took a bite of her soft lips, and licked her lips again, licking her mouth and licking, tick I hooked my lips and smiled coldly: "If you like this squat, then you have been squatting here."
After all, Qian Qianmo got up and walked away.
He returned to the palace and gave a temper to the next man in the palace. He was all over his head and shook the little guy and pointed at his key bones and said something to him with tears...
The more you think, the more gloomy you are.
The more you think about it, the more you are... flustered.
He went to the bookstore and turned over the books that had been placed in the bookstore before the warmth and threw them out, not letting the people underneath.
After the venting, the night suddenly burst into the rain, and thousands of inks opened the door again. They went out and braved the rain to pick up a warm book, so that it was timely and not broken. A few warm books.
The guard outside the bookstore saw this scene: "..."
I always feel that they are suffering from the popularity of the king.
After Qian Qianmo took back the book, he looked at the rain outside the window and frowned. He called Li Yuan and told him the place where it would be separated from the number of warmth. Let him go out and see if the number went warm. No.
As a result, Li Yuan soon came back and told him that he was still warm and there...
Qian Qianmo looked gloomy: "Why don't you bring her back?"
Li Yuan: "...Yang Ye, you didn't say it." Then again, on this bone, who dares to bring a few warm back to the palace, and does not say that the number of rumors before the rumor is driven out of the palace by the king, tonight And "the heart is sick and crazy" like a warmth of things to throw out, who dare to touch the "number of warmth" this point ...