Chapter 575: Warm treasure, I hurt 225

However, for a long time, the childishness still hurts, but this time, the childishness did not shout out. She saw that the number of warm eyes was red, and she was even more afraid than her. The younger brother could not let the number of warmth worry so much. Then he bite the small mouth and endure the pain. He said with a few warmths: "No pain, a few warm."
The number of warmth gently let go of the childish little hand, and hugged the little one up. "Is it good for the mother to comb a beautiful hair?"
The young child brows screamed: "But for a while, I have to go to school."
"This time, I didn't go to school, I was in the palace, I was wounded, I was hurt, let's go to the elementary school, okay?"
Qing Qiao was very embarrassed and took a breath, sucking his nose: "So, little Jane brother?"
"Little Jane is going to school."
Qingqing listened, a little lost, but still let the warmth to comb the hair.
The number of warmth combed the young child with a pair of braids, from the side of the forehead to the back of the ear, revealing the forehead of the white, and the small auricle, it seems that a small face is more and more jade and snow.
In particular, the big eyes that were born with a few warm images were more and more clear and translucent.
Qing looked at himself in the mirror, and suddenly the small mouth was upturned and said softly: "Hey, he also wrote a braid to the child."
A few warm smiles: "You will not make a braid."
"But the mother said, I will do something very powerful."
The number of warmth dropped his head, and his breathing was trembled, but he still pulled out a smile: "Yes."
"The number is warm, I am so sleepy." Before the Qing, he was happy to raise the shackles with the number of warmth. At this moment, he lowered his small head and rubbed his eyes, and wanted to sleep.
The number warmed up the little guy and hugged her softly: "Would you like to eat something and sleep?"
The young child was stubbornly slouched like a bunny pulling his ears. He went to the hall to use the morning meal. He warmed and asked Li Yuan: "Is it useful to go to school?"
Li Yuan nodded. "Wang Hao is relieved, Wen Jian Xiao Gongzi is very embarrassed, is very worried about the childish."
A few warm heads smiled and looked at her little green child, but the words were told to Li Yuan: "You didn't say anything to make Xiaojian worry?"
She always knew that Xiao Jane was a very sensible child, and she was afraid that he really knew that the childish poisoning would be difficult. Therefore, he did not intend to tell him the truth. After all, Xiaojian is just a child. How could she be willing to let Xiaojian a child follow her fear.
Li Yuan was a heavy place and nodded. He naturally took care of Wen Jian according to the instructions of the warmth. He did not let Wen Jian a child to be a childish thing.
However, the number of warm voices just fell a long time, and the youth suddenly felt uncomfortable and picked up his eyebrows and couldn’t help but vomit.
Qingchun not only can't eat anything, but also spits on the ground, spit in the end, the whole little man's face is pale, softly and weakly clutching the mother's hand, whispering pain.
A few warm eyes held her thin and childish, and the voice trembled and called Li Yuan to call the doctor.
However, after the doctor came, the only medicine that can be used to give medicine to the child is to relieve the pain of the soup.
At that time, Qingzi himself was sitting on the bed and curled up into a ball. The eyes were faintly looking at the soups that came from the warmth. The nose fluttered twice and whispered in a hoarse voice: "When the number is warm, can I not drink?" ""
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