Chapter 188: Deceptive Uncle 92

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A few warm scorpions coughed.
For so many days in a row, I was locked in a cage and experienced violent snow. I was sick and no one was in charge. I had already coughed my throat.
The doctor opened the medicine and squatted down. Don’t let the warmth try to talk for a while, you have to raise the donkey first.
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 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨He likes to listen to the sound of her talking softly on her neck, but now she can't even talk to her.
She...however, she always stayed by her side, and he said everything.
She clearly told her that she didn't, why didn't he believe...
Is it necessary to give the public a confession, or her relatives, Achi, let him lose all his reason...
Even thinking about it now, when he asked her if she liked herself or not, she was thinking about that person.
That is probably the most deadly point for Qian Qianmo.
He even thought about how to punish her after going back, but she was speechless and indifferent. She was so bruised and bruised that he couldn’t keep his heart.
Su Huang asked him, knowing what kind of person, but also to plant it?
He didn't think he was planted in, just, he didn't feel free.
The number of warmth woke up in the night.
The aunt Acai followed the instructions of the king, and when he waited for a warmth, he came up with a light meal.
The number was very hungry, and he sat down and was about to reach out. Acai said, "The girl's hand is inconvenient, and the slave is waiting for you to eat."
The number was warm, and the movement was slightly stiff. She looked down at her injured right hand. After a while, she held the chopsticks with her left hand, and clumsily and forcefully picked the vegetables. Despite falling from the chopsticks, she still managed to eat the meal on her own.
After using the meal, the number warmed back to the temple.
Suddenly she paused and saw her book bag still on the couch. She looked at the book bag for a while and slowly walked over. She picked up the bag of the book bag with her left hand and put the book pen. Paper was taken out and placed on the case.
You are a dead female slave, it is useless to learn more words...
The number is warm and the pen is written on the paper, and the hand is shaken, and the pen falls from the left hand.
The number of warm words is very beautiful, and the warm left hand does not write.
The number of warmth hangs, and calmly looks at the slanting handwriting on the white paper.
When Qian Qianmo came back, he saw this scene -
A few warm clothes looked at the paper pens on the case.
When Qian Qianhan walked over and reached for the books she had placed on the case, the number of warmth finally raised her head slowly and looked at him with no expression.
"This king will cure your right hand as soon as possible."
The number of warmth faintly regained his gaze and got up and left.
Qian Qianm reached out and grabbed her waist and pressed her into her arms, staring down at her. "You said, you are not? You nod your head."
Nothing reacts to the number of warmth, just forced to look at him, his eyes are quiet, harmless and indifferent.
"The number is warm." The eyes of the thousands of inks became colder and colder, and the voice was soft and softly asked: "Do you want this attitude?"
A few warm eyes licked the eyelashes, still nowhere to describe.
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