Chapter 1195: 2.631 suffering

Chapter 1195 2.631 Suffering
Wei Ziqin gave the young couple a white look, and poked at his daughter's head with annoyance. "You know how to use Xiao Mo as a shield."
"It's okay, ma'am, I like to block Jojo, you can block anything."
Wei Ziqin glanced at his son-in-law silently, "That's fine, but remember to come back quickly. You must move home to live with your mother after four days at the latest!"
"Know it."
"Mother, mother, my sister is back." Jorin and Joson ran into the front hall one after the other, followed by a tearful little monk.
As soon as he saw the tree, he cried, "Women, you left me and ran away."
Qiao Mu was too late to talk to his siblings, so he quickly left the seat and hugged the crying young monk. "Little monk, how old are you monks who like to cry?"
"A monk is also a person. When people are sad, they always cry." The little monk wept with trembling.
With that said, Qiao Zhongbang could not help but twitched his lips.
There are more and more wonderful things in the house, what should I do?
"Little monk, you cry when you see my sister, do you think we treat you badly?" Qiao Lin put his hands on his waist and threw angrily to him.
"You are good, but after all, there is no female donor." The little monk spoke honestly, raised her sleeves and wiped her tears, "I and the female donor, there is suffering when you are young. She is old It ’s because I left and ran alone. Is n’t it okay to see her cry?

"You!" Qiao Lin stared at the shy little monk with a smirk, whispering a small mouth, "It's no wonder that my sister is going to lose you and run away. It is really a little monk who is Su Su."
"Okay, don't cry." Qiao Mu pulled his sleeves and wiped his tears. "You are no longer a three-year-old child, you are four years old, but you are five years old. Should not Crying nose. "
Qiao Zhongbang: ...
Wei Ziqin couldn't help giggling, and raised his hands lovingly and touched the little monk's smooth head. "Empty is missing my sister."
"It's okay. When my sister comes back to finish the work, the president will live at home for more than a month." Wei Ziqin said with a smile. "Empty, have you finished your homework today?"
The little monk nodded his head, "It's done. The little monk has finished tomorrow, too, female donor, can you take me on the road this time."
"No!" When Mo Lian heard this girl wanted to be a candle, how could that be, she immediately rejected it.
"Female donor." The little monk's eyes were filled with poor tears, and he couldn't drop them.
"Well, let's do this, it won't work to take you on the road. But my sister can take you to play tonight." Qiaomu patted the young monk's head. . "
"Where is my sister going to play?" When Qiao Lin and Qiao Sen heard it, they were full of energy, and they asked Qiao Mu curiously.
"There is a newly opened Jumbo Place auction house. There will be an auction in the evening. Molian and I are going to take a look. Do you want to go?"
The three little heads brushed together.
Molian on the side couldn't help but asked, was it necessary to ask? How can these three little guys refuse if there is any excitement.
You do n’t need to ask such things.
"You can go out, but be obedient and don't give your sister trouble." Wei Ziqin whispered.
"Mother, we are good."
(End of this chapter)