Chapter 141: Deceptive Uncle 41

晟 Thousands of inks were slightly sunk, and they put down their hands and watched her not speak.
The number of warmth also felt that a thousand inks were a little angry. She was not as silent as before. She stretched out her hand and pulled his sleeves. He wanted to say something, but he said with a thousand inks.

The number of warmth still hangs his head. When he just wants to pull his hand back, he is caught by the hand of Qianmo’s hand and pressed back in his palm. She lifted her eyelids and saw that Qian Qianming was staring at her deeply, but said The words are to compromise with her: "That moved back to live."
She is not forced to resign, but she is required to move back.
The number of warmth does not start at the beginning, and the corner of the mouth has a slight upward curvature.
How could such a person, the fierce and fierce look to scare her, but to compromise with her.
She bent her eyebrows and turned her head back. The beautiful nephew looked at the thousand inks without hesitation. Instead, he did not answer him directly. Instead, he said, "Wang, I will make a lot of delicious snacks now, tomorrow night. Do you eat well?"
This is very obvious, and the eyebrows of Qian Qianmo have been slightly relieved. "Good."
A few warm feelings, Uncle Uncle is very easy to get angry, and ... very good.
She did not ask the question of what to do when the Queen Mother Empress Dowager, after all, this is not something she can do.
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Nothing to say about the number of warmth, he went to sleep with him.
After a few days of warmth, I went to work in Li Ji, and I was tired for a day. I would fall asleep and fall asleep quickly, but I didn’t fall asleep.
He stared at the man in his arms, and carefully looked at her little face. She was so beautiful and beautiful, and even the sleeping look was so sweet and pleasing.
Looking at it, Qian Qianmo stretched out and stroked the tears on her eyes.
When he stroked, the warm eyelashes fluttered slightly and brushed his fingertips, soft and itchy.
He began to think again, this little girl, what idea to hold close to himself?
Just to find a place to live, just to survive?
She will have so many things, she will even shoot arrows.
She still has a past that she does not know.
She yelled someone else's name in her sleep.
She called the man not to go.
Thousands of inks even tightened her little hand without even notice, and it was very hard.
He forgot to warm up while sleeping, glaring at her hand.
Just, in a short while, the little guy in his sleep was sorely snorted, his little nose was wrinkled, and he was convinced that he had hurt himself. He let go of his hand and looked at him with a warm hand. I took out a few red marks, and Qian Qianmo put her hand in her hand and licked it. As a result, he was so cold that he couldn’t help but see how many times he opened his eyes and his eyes were blind. Looking at him with tears, as if he suffered a lot of grievances, with a cry: "Why are you doing me..."
"...when did you wake up?"
A few warm hands raised his hands and licked his eyes, a pair of still not awake, grievously swallowing something, and after a while they became fascinated and closed their eyes.
晟千墨: "..."
He didn't even know if the little thing woke up and slept or didn't wake up...
I knew that she was asleep again, but she still took her little hand and put it to her lips to kiss her, and put the little things into her arms, and then she slept with her.