Chapter 413: Warm treasure, I am hurting 63

And Qian Qianmo is still very serious, it seems that he only pays attention to this problem.
The number of warmth is still small.
The number is only 20 years old.
There will be a lot of young boys in Huai Chun outside.
What if his little girl can't resist the incitement of the young boy...
At that time, the number of warmth did not know that someone was thinking about these messy things. She concentrated on eating dumplings, eating and eating someone suddenly asked her: "Warm, I look good?"
The number of warmth has been picked up again, probably never thought that there will be such a side, because in the warm impression, Qian Qianmo has always belonged to that kind of calm person, especially after four years. What is reflected is the mature meaning that can't be ignored. It can be such a person, so that the young people are admired by the admirers. He will not ask the superficial and childish problems of warmth.
She couldn't help but laugh at the table.
"Seriously." Qian Qianmo is not like a joke, but also took her little hand seriously, and asked him to answer this question seriously.
The number of warmth has to be honestly lifted up, and this is a very serious look at the thousands of ink.
Justify it.
Uncle Uncle is really handsome.
She still remembers that when she first met him, she didn't even look at the thousands of inks at that time. She really noticed him, and she met again after he was brought into the palace.
Uncle Uncle’s eyes are the kind of very dazzling Dan Fengyu. She knows that if the eyes of this pair of dark and deep eyes look at her, the feeling of swaying the heart is what she can’t resist, his eyebrows. Eyes, obviously watching is a very aggressive, indifferent gesture, but she only knows that such a pair of eyebrows, tenderness, will teach people to die in the deep pool of his eyes.
Even his outlines are so sharp and clear, no more charming than the outline of such a face. The warmth of his eyes slowly moves down, his tall nose and thin lips. .
He squinted in his eyes, staring at her intently, inadvertently giving people a temperament that was above the common customs.
The number of warmth did not know how to describe such temperament, and later realized that it was the of war from the moment.
Because of my heart, when I look at her, even the little love is so pure and clean.
It seems to be able to accommodate all the beauty of the world.
The number looked warmly at him for a long time, and quickly lost the god. When he reacted, he gently rubbed his eyes and looked at Qian Qianmei seriously. He replied: "Uncle Uncle is very good."
Even, it is even more handsome than four years ago.
晟 Thousands of ink: "Is it the best?"
The number of warm heart can not help but can not help but seem to be serious on the surface: "It is the best."
This squatting thousand inks can be considered satisfactory, and the eyes seem to be flowing at the moment with the glamorous glamour of the glass, faintly hooking the lips and corners, and feeding her a mouthful of dumplings with confidence.
The number of warmth looked at him like this, and could not help but bend his lips.
how to say.
No one can believe it...
The general of the Northern War Gods will catch a little girl and ask him if he is good or not, and he has to say that it is the best to see, otherwise he will not eat dumplings.
More childish guys.
After a few warm and full drinks, he said that he would not let him carry it. He took the first step, and Qian Qianmo paid the money and followed it.