Chapter 42: My little girl 34

Yan Lingyun sent some gifts to Shibuya, and asked for a warmth. This was the excuse for Yunfu to go wrong.
After Lingyun left, Shibuya looked at the gifts on the table, and he could not help but worry: "Is the seven uncles going to find her?"
Abi笃 is very certain: "Surely, the seven kings will know that the princess has inquired about the status quo of the female slave. It is obvious that she is going to find her."
Shibuya gently tapped his head. "I hope it is."
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At that time, as Abi said, Ling Lingyun went to the Chai room to find someone.
He looked around and saw that no one was guarding, he opened the lock of the firewood house and pushed the door open.
That will be, the number of warm and still dead on the wet and cold bed board, closed eyes, small face pale, because a large piece of injury behind the body, the body can not move, even if only a little move, the pain will be involved in the moment.
In the chaos of consciousness, he slowly opened his eyelids and vaguely saw a person coming into the wood house.
As he approached, it became clearer.
Yes... seven kings.
The number of warmth did not know why he appeared here, just staring at him closely.
Ling Lingyun sat down on the bedside. The first time she was so close to the number of warmth, although she could see that she was very painful, she couldn’t help but reach out and hold her little hand, soft and tender, more than expected. It’s better, maybe it’s because it hurts a lot, the little hand doesn’t have any strength, and a few small fingers are soft and let him hold.
"Let's let go... I..." The warm lips are cracked, and the mouth is hoarse and whispered...
But Ling Yun not only let go of her, but also tried to take her away. "The fourth brother can't come back temporarily. Xiaogu will have your anger again. Do you want to go with this king? This king gives you Treat your injuries well and let you feel at ease. How do you feel?"
The number of warm closed eyes closed, endured severe pain, and pulled out his hand from the hands of Ling Lingyun.
But just took the hand out, the next moment was caught tighter by Lingyun's hand. The number of warm and painful breaths was short, as if the flesh of the body was being torn apart.
When Ling Lingyun saw it, he had to lighten it a little. He looked down at the number and said with a low head: "You... with the king? This king is better than you for the fourth brother! Ge Shang still has to take into account the feelings of Xiao Gu, but this king does not need, Wang really likes you..."
The number of warm open scorpions, staring at Lingyun, the clear water of the scorpion will seem to freeze the cold, his eyes cold, the voice is still dumb, "Wang Ye, self-respect."
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Qian Qianmo was rushed back from Yandi overnight. According to Su Huang’s statement, he was worried about it, so he was so anxious to go back.
He did not admit that the number of warmth was in his heart, but he admitted that he was very concerned about such a small thing.
As long as he thinks about the rare smile of the little girl, thinking about her shallow pear vortex, she feels that her heart is very soft and soft.
When riding the road through the market, Qian Qianmo bought a book bag that was quite suitable for her back, so that she would not have to hold the book to go to school in the future.
After returning to the Lama Temple, Qian Qianmo went directly to the dormitory. He estimated that the number of warmth should be refreshed in the classroom. However, after entering the hall, he found that there was a whole number of warmth on the couch. The book, the brush rested on the side of the ring, but the people disappeared.