Chapter 399: Warm treasure, I am hurting 49

I just smiled and didn't say anything.
Probably... Ji Xi’s thoughts from the youngest to the big one were on the fourth brother’s body, so he never noticed him, and naturally he couldn’t remember the little things about these sesame seeds.
But he remembers clearly that everything about her, about her bit by bit in his life, he remembers clearly, never forgot.
"I..." Ji Xi looked at the sly look, and felt that he was somewhat unhappy. He felt that he had misunderstood something. She tried to say something, but what can I say? No matter what is said to be related to Qian Qianmo, I don’t want to listen to her to explain it. He knows that she has a lot of ink from childhood to big heart, knowing that she likes to spend so much ink, otherwise it would not be four years ago. I will make such an impulsive thing for him, but do you want to explain these things with you?
That is unfair to the defensive.
She wants to say that she has married him.
She is the wife of his Ming media.
However, Ji Xi said that he could not export, as she did not know how to convince herself.
The reason for marrying him, the reason for staying with him, became very vague.
It seems that I am obsessed with what I want to do, and it seems that there are more things that I can’t tell.
Therefore, from the day of the wedding night, she did not know how to tell the truth.

Well?
He insisted on looking down at her.
Ji Xi also looked at him, his lips moving, and finally said slowly: "Let's go back."
Let's go back.
Then, try not to mention the thousands of inks around him in the future.
She knew that he was not happy, and he just didn't want her to be unhappy.
Therefore, she has been accommodating her.
晟 晟 揽 她 她 她 她 她 她 她 揽 揽 揽 揽 揽 揽 揽 揽 揽 揽 揽 揽 揽 揽 揽 揽 揽 揽 揽 揽 揽 揽 揽 揽 揽 揽 揽 她 她 她
He said: "Well, go back to the palace."
The cockroach gradually became cold, and the faint golden light shone down, pulling a pair of shadows on the ground long and long.
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Beichuan.
It is night, inside the palace.
Qing child changed a clean cotton scorpion, sitting in front of the window sill, the little feet licking a pair of rabbit ear boots that were warmed up to her before, dangling, holding the pen in the small hand, very old Looking out the window, she heard the cries of the kitten.
And it was the voice of the little milk cat that appeared outside the school in the day.
Qingxin suddenly couldn’t help but pull out the window, and looked at the lamp lamp that was still lit on the study room. I knew that the number of warmth would be settled in the study room. The childish hesitation for a long time, finally got the courage and put the case on the table. The dish of the snack was taken up and carefully left the courtyard.
Qing Zhi thought that the action was very light. She went to the door and secretly opened a door and put the snack outside the door. After a while, the little cat was clumsy with a small short leg. He ran up the steps, and the childish eyes stared at it close, and the corner of his eyes bent.
Qing was very careful to kneel and watch it eat, but this little milk cat seemed to be quite picky, sniffing the snack, then shaking the yellow tail, twisting his head in disgust. Calling her screamingly: "Hey~"
The young child looked at it with a serious look at the "children can't picky eaters."
The little milk cat scratched her bunny boots with her claws, and arched her calf with her small head, screaming and eating.
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