Chapter 105: Deceptive Uncle 2

I was thinking about it, and I hit it again.
The number of warmth could not help but grasp the quilt in his hand, biting his lip and not screaming.
"Don't you say that?" Behind him was a man's cold voice rang on his head.
The number of warmth still does not make a sound, but the thousand inks are not light, but after hitting her twice, I feel that the number of warmth feels the burning pain in the butt, but I refuse to scream.
晟千墨 is not intended to be soft, so it is really hard to beat her dozens, but this little girl who is weak and can't help but keep her mouth shut, refuses to ask for mercy, even a soft word Reluctant to tell him, then he endured the pain without a word.
晟 岂 岂 岂 岂 岂 岂 岂 岂 岂 岂 岂 岂 岂 岂 岂 岂 岂 岂 岂 岂 岂 岂 岂 岂 晟 岂 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟 晟
It is said that it is not intended to be soft, and thousands of inks have stopped. After all, this little sheep is still awkward.
He whispered her: "warm."
The number of warm closed eyes closed, buried a small face in the bedding, or not talking.
"Is it really angry with the king?" 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 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨
However, the number of warmth still did not scream.
Qian Qianmo stared at her silently for a moment, turned and left.
But not long after, the book's door opened again, and Qian Qianmo took the medicine and came to give her medicine.
During the period, the number of warmth still obediently squatted on the couch, clenching his lips, and did not move until the thousand inks put down her skirt and left.
I haven’t talked to the number of warmth from beginning to end.
......
It was night, and Qian Qianmo pushed the door of the bookstore and saw the number of warmth lying on the couch. In the past, she patted her ass. "Is it still hurt?"
The number of warmth is afraid that he will fight himself, and he will learn to be honest. He gently shook his head on the couch.
As a result, the next moment, Qian Qianhan stretched her arm and took her to her lap. The warmth of a small face was wet, the beautiful peach blossoms were covered with water, the long eyelashes were stained with tears, and the nose It’s also red, as if it’s a sin.
晟 墨 墨 墨 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一Own?"
The number warmed while sucking the nose and said: "No grievances."
Obviously, it was so pitiful and small, but Qian Qian couldn’t help but gently hooked the corner of her lips and slowly wiped her tears and said: "Ji Xi is just to tell me something, finished the king. I sent her away. Did you see it outside the military camp?"
A few warm mouths screamed, looked up at the big eyes and looked at him, the scorpion was sly, it seemed unclear how Qian Qianmo would know this, but soon realized that his reaction was too obvious, and he was very guilty. Shaking his head, "The number has not gone to the military camp..." Then the voice went down a little bit, "Wang Ye... don't have to explain this with a few warm..."
Qian Qianmo did not argue with this naive little thing, and reached out and pinched her little face. "Look at the little girl who is awkward, this is a small amount."
A few warm red faces took his hand and twisted the beginning, refused to show him her expression.
But Qian Qianmo still made fun of it, and touched her lower abdomen. "This stomach is really small."
The number of warmth is even more blushing, but it is a little shy to look up at the smog of the misty scorpion, and breathe shortly: "I...have not..."
"nothing much?"
The number of warmth did not know what to say to him, simply dropped his head and did not speak.