Chapter 77: My little girl 70

The number of warmth sucked the nose: "No crying."
The number of warmth is not crying, but the eyelid powder is pink and red. In the view of Qian Qianmo, it is not quick to grieve and cry.
Qian Qian Mo touched her wet eyes. "This king does not bully and warm."
The number warmed and hugged his neck, the soft lips pressed against the skin around his neck, whispering and uneasy. "There are things, the number of warmth is afraid of the prince angry, have not told the prince..."
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
The number of warmth said that the cause of the accident in the college today was repeated with the thousands of inks. The little hand slowly slipped down his neck and looked up from him and looked at him and said, "I was angry at the moment and married the princess's neck. ......"
Qian Qiank tightly held her hand on her waist and listened to the warm words. Then she realized why she was depressed and went back to the palace. She went alone to the lake and sat alone. Watch the book...
He occasionally said that she could redeem the number of warmth in both sentences. If the tone is heavy, a few warm tears can give him a fall, and a few warm skins are thinner than others, and they can't say anything, let alone 晟Valley humiliated her as many people in front of the college. It’s strange that the number of warmth will not be angry.
However, what Qian Qianmo did not think was that this soft kitten would also stick out his claws.
Probably, being bullied is awkward.
I can't help but stick my claws out to scratch people.
Qian Qianmo was silent for a while: "This king will give you an explanation tomorrow."
The number of warmth stunned, it seems that I did not expect that thousands of inks are not angry, but also give her gas, she bowed her head, licking her mouth and saying nothing, not to say anything for Shibuya, just because, for Gu's temptation to deceive, she is indeed angry.
In the same way, when she thinks about Jingfei’s affairs, she has five flavors in her heart. What is the taste?
The love of Qian Qianmo is too cloudy, she is afraid of when she will be pushed down by the abyss.
However, the thousands of inks at that time could not be known. The number of warmth was around him, and there was no sense of security.
Qian Qianmo took the man back to sleep on his couch. When he lay down, he touched her head and said, "If you have a good test this time, the king will reward you."
A few warm holding his arms, some confused: "What... reward..."
晟 墨墨墨勾: "You can do whatever you want."
The number was warm, and the end of the eye was slightly upturned. The beautiful peach blossoms seemed to have small flowers, clear and blurred, with a hint of sparkle.
Whispered and excited: "Thank you, Grandpa."
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
The little girl's eyes are confused, reacting to something, and lowering her head and biting her mouth. It seems that I just want to think that the man around me is staring at myself, especially in this man's eyes, with a touch of light, think of these, small The girl's breath is a bit soft.
But then thousands of inks were incomprehensible and asked her a question: "Was the king of the Qing Dynasty, how can you leave your daughter cold?"
Obviously, in the view of Qian Qianmo himself, the number of warmth is impeccable, and her chess and calligraphy are all proficient. On the contrary, there are few delicate and talented women like her in the North.
The number of warmth heard this sentence, the eyelashes trembled, the subconsciously touched the tears of the corner of the eye, and said with a low mouth: "The father said it is unknown."