Chapter 1567: Except Wushan is not a cloud 118

Chapter 1567, except that Wushan is not a cloud 118
Qing child gently nodded and did not dare to look up.
"You have to be with Wen Jian, both families have stopped, and finally you insist on going together, are you?"
The childishness still nodded, and the eye was a little red.
The look of thousands of inks is still very calm. Because it is too serious, the number of warmth that can't be ignored can't help but reach out to the bottom of the table and gently pull his clothes. He doesn't respond, she goes to shake his hand again. As a result, thousands of inks were hard to listen to her, and stubbornly moved the warm hands away, and continued to ask: "What problems do you face when you are with Wen Jian? Have you told me one by one?"
Qingchun continued to lightly nod.
"In this case, if something goes wrong, it’s the face of the child, not the fear. You are the daughter of you, the general of the army. You are not afraid of the battlefield, you are not afraid of life and death, you must not be afraid of such things, what are you? I want to accompany you, don’t you understand?

The young child bit his lip tightly, and the tears flowed silently, but he tried very hard and tried his head, and then nodded again.
This is the ups and downs of the emotions.
When the number of warmth met, I was very angry and glanced at the thousands of inks, and quickly sat in the past and sat in the middle of the child, holding the young child in his arms and groaning. "Well, you know what to scare people, green." Don't be afraid."
晟 Thousands of ink sighed in a low voice: "Children, you are not scaring you."
In the warmth of the child, Qing nodded and nodded and said: "You know, the child knows what you mean."
The number of warmth still has to blame the thousands of ink, "all you ... and crying childish!"
晟千墨本 is holding a rational attitude and wants to be clear and reasonable, but in the end, he still cried his little princess, especially when he saw that the number of warmth was not happy, and Qian Qianmo regretted it. Nod and apologize to the child. "It’s not good, don’t cry."
Said, Qian Qianmo is still the same as before, went to take the star sugar bowl of the childish love, and looked at him warmly and looked at him with his own sugar cans that he thought he was very strict. It was really dumbfounded. It is.
Because she always loves to eat sugar, and Qian Qian said that this is not good, she is not willing to let her eat sugar. The number of warm faces is sly, but she still harbors sugar, but she did I found it easily.
Qian Qianmo walked over to her and whispered, "This sugar can first borrows me and then buys it again."
A few warm lips: "..."
What else can you say...
When she thought of Qian Qianming, she knew the place where she had the sugar, but she still didn't know what to let her secretly lick the sugar. She couldn't make fun of her in the back, and she was angry with nothing.
But because of the youthfulness, the number can’t really say what he is...
And Qian Qianmo took her sugar can and handed it to Qingzhi as compensation. "You are not crying, or your mother should be angry with you."
The number was warm and soft, and "you are too embarrassed to say."
"You see, your mother has already begun to get angry." Qian Qianmo quite helplessly sighed.
Qingqing and where she was willing to be awkward because of her own, so she took over the sugar cans that she handed over, turned her head again, and her eyes were red, and she looked at the number of warmth. "Mother is not angry with her."
The number of warmth and darkness squinted at the thousand inks, in the end, it is still young,
(End of this chapter)