Chapter 342: Because I like warmth, 146

Qian Qianhan couldn't help but touch her head. "I heard that day, are you called Qingzhi?"
Youth is still nodding.
"how old are you?"
Qing child used two small hands to compare the two, especially cute and soft gestures.
Qian Qianmo only felt that the throat was stunned by something, but he smiled softly: "I am four years old..."
He slowly knelt down and looked at the little girl, his eyes were mild: "Why is a person on the street, you... mother?"
The young child has a small mouth and has no intention of opening.
晟 墨 墨 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不
Qing looked at him and had to take out his handwriting and write it - I can't talk
The little guy just told the uncle to tell the truth, but she wouldn't know that the five words she wrote were enough to make the thousands of inks cut.
He pretended to breathe calmly, but mixed with the painful intertwined emotions could not hold back coughing, clutching the little guy's hand, slightly force.
The childishness hurts and wants to break away.
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 墨 墨 墨
The childishly shook his head and said nothing, then waved at him and wanted to go.
"Children..."
Qing Zhi looked back at him.
晟 Thousands of inks lightly open the lips, want to ask her, how is your mother kissed...
But the final question is: "Can you hold you?"
Qingxin took the initiative to walk over and hugged him, then quickly loosened his hand and looked at him.
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 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨
Qian Qianmo also smiled at the little girl.
Is there a kind of pain, which is that others think that you are invulnerable?
Qian Qianmo is in the midst of such pain, watching the departure of the little girl.
And he has to go back to his current position and do what he has to do.
Beier opened a box in the restaurant, and saw that the thousand inks were late, and he did not say that he was full of wine, and that the thousands of inks were unambiguous. When he drank three cups, he sat down.
"Thousands of ink, where have you been, how come now..."
"I have a lot of beautiful people in Beichuan, and I am afraid that I am fascinated by the beauty here." Beier joked.
I didn’t expect that a thousand inks nodded and my eyes were light.
If you don’t see it, you can’t take it for a while, hate and glance at your brother.
You don’t talk nonsense, you are not the kind of person!

If you don’t say it, see Wen Youyi pouring wine on his own, and he will take the initiative to hand over his glass.
Give me a cup!

The warm clothes had a pause, but she still poured wine, but it was not full.
"Well, it’s a serious matter. I’m going to visit Beichuan on the past two days. I found something very interesting. I didn’t know it before. Beichuan has a very large business, and I’m going to The weapons are very novel and very different from the weapons of Nanxun, but many of them can be applied to the battlefield."
The action of Qian Qianyin’s drinking was slightly, and he looked at him faintly:
Do you want to cooperate with that business?

Beier nodded. "I feel very good. Good weapons are also twice the result with half the effort on the battlefield."