Chapter 139: Deceptive Uncle 38

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The number was warm on his shoulders. Hearing his words, he gently licked his throat. After a while, he was very light and light: "Ah."
On the way, Qian Qianmo did not talk to her again. The number of warmth also licked her lips and opened her head. Her eyes gazed at a certain part of the river bank. What kind of water condensed slowly in the eyelids? Turning around, slowly filling up a piece of water vapor, she raised her head and looked up for a while, trying to swallow the tears back, but the eyelashes could not stop shaking, the hot tears flowed from both sides of the eyes, she Raised his hand to wipe away the tears, and some pushed his shoulders hard. "Let me down!"
Qian Qian Mo noticed that her voice was crying, and turned her head to ask her what she was saying, but the number of warmth suddenly struggling hard, kicking him to death, but Qian Qianmo could restrain her, but he was afraid of himself. Without any pain in her, she could only put her down with her intentions, but just put down the number of warmth, and even the shoes were not worn, and he ran away with bare feet.
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 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨I didn’t obey the little things, but I saw a few warm eyes with tears, and the scorpion was stained with water, and the water was shining, but I could look at him with a cold heart and a straightforward look.
晟 千墨墨 looked at such a number of warmth, even a trace of anger can not come up, but can only lower the voice to marry her: "What?"
"Wang Ye has known for a long time, isn't it?" The number of warm bites biting the lips, but can not restrain the breath of swallowing, that is, feels aggrieved, tears continue to fall down, "You and the Empress Dowager know that it is not Poisonous wine, I don't know... If I drink it, you will say, look, this little girl slave is still sincere to the king, and it is a pity to die! If I don't drink it, you will say, count Warm for the sake of one's own life, betray the king, always a slave who is unfamiliar..."
The more the warmth, the more unstable the breath is, the more difficult it is to breathe. She raises her hand and licks her own eyes, while she cries and laughs: "I, I have been playing with it from beginning to end, what I am. neither……"
Qian Qianmo did not expect that a few warm will cry like this, but she did not expect that she would think of herself like this.
He sinks and sinks, picks up her little face and stares at her.
After a while, I reached out and gently wiped the tears on her face, and slowly said: "You don't know what you are, then the king will tell you."
The number of warmth was pinched by his chin, and he was forced to stare at him with tears. He clearly felt the warmth of his man's fingertips and stroking his cheeks, and his deep and quiet dawn.
Qian Qiann stared at her calmly and said: "You are the first girl to be brought back from the battlefield. You are the first girl to live in the palace. You are the only one who can make this king like now. So marry your little girl."
晟 Thousands of inks said, slowly spit out a few words from the thin lips, "Little white-eyed wolf."
A few warm and tears looked at him, his lips bitten tightly, letting tears fall into her lips, biting her lips and teeth for a while before she opened her head, not wanting to face the thousands of ink, but Qian Qianmo put her again The little face twisted and focused on her, whispering: "This king is waiting until you have finished choosing."
The number of warmth hangs his head, suddenly grabbed his hand holding his chin, then raised his head and hated and said: "I am not a little white-eyed wolf!"
It is clear that the watery peach eyes are still in the tears of the moment, the little looks very pitiful, but they make such a fierce expression, it looks not only scary, but also very cute.
Qian Qianmo was bitten by her, and it didn’t hurt. Instead, she smirked and smiled: "That is the little wild cat?"
The number of warmth sucked his nose, and he twisted his head very convincingly, but then he was hugged by the man, face to face, bowing his head and staring at his little wild cat, with unremarkable love in his eyes. As a result, the little wild cat stretched his claws and grabbed his neck. "Don't hold it."
Qian Qianmo not only hugged, but also bowed her head, and her voice was low and soft, low and low, so nice:
The number of warmth also turned to the beginning, but Qian Qianmo did not rely on her this time, holding the person in his arms, and the dark corner of the wall, only a slanting silver splatter, reflected in this pair of shadows on.
Finally, Qian Qianmo took her to the stone not far away to let her sit down, then he leaned down and took her white ankle and put on her shoes.
A few warm heads looked at him wearing shoes for himself, his eyes were stunned, and he couldn’t help but touch his own lips.
She stared down at him and whispered: "Wang..."
Qian Qianmo looked up at her and looked at the little girl. She would look at herself with a sly look. The voice was as soft as ever. He squeezed her lips and was very soft. Say what?"
The number of warm and hesitantly looked at him for a while, and finally did not say anything.
Qian Qianmo did not ask her, and pulled up her hand, "Go back to the palace with the king?"
The number of warmth still looked at him: "The book bag is in the shop..."
"Let Li Yuan take it in the morning."
The number of warmth did not speak.
Thousands of inks back her back.
"When the king first learned about this, he planned to be self-defeating, no matter what you are."
The number of warmth was buried in his neck, and he was wronged.
"But you are not honest. If the king does not care about you, you are afraid that you will be lawless."
"The number is not warm."