Chapter 356: Warm treasure, I am hurting 6

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The childishness was really real. She sucked her nose and looked at him straight. She seemed to be waiting for a reply.
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 墨 墨 墨 墨Don't tell your mother, is it good?"
The child looked at the big round eyes and watched him not respond.
晟 Thousands of inks whispered to her: "The next time I bring a gift back to the childish, will you?"
Qing Ji finally squinted at the eyelashes and it was a response.
Seeing the situation, Qian Qianmo also faintly slaps the lips, and the eyes are filled with gentle smiles. He stretches out his fingers and wants to hook her.
Qingzi looked at the slender fingers that he had stretched over with some ignorance. After a short delay, he finally extended his little fingers slowly. The little finger bent and was hooked by the gentle uncle's fingers.
Pulling the hook is the meaning of the promise.
Qian Qianmo smiled at the little girl, and the eyebrows of the young and delicate eyes also bent. Although the little guy still didn
The heart of Qian Qianmo is warm and warm.
......
At dawn, the rain finally stopped.
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Very familiar.
Qian Qianmo went out and saw the doctor staring at the door panel that was smashed by him.
Qian Qianmo gave the doctor a silver gift, thanking him for his timely treatment last night.
Chu Dafu took the silver two sincerely and feared him. "The son has to take care of your wife and children. The little girl is very poor. If the weather is bad, don't take her out to play, and your wife." When I gave her the pulse, I found out that when she gave birth to a child, it was probably difficult to produce, and the bottom of the body should be taken care of."
晟 Thousands of ink thin lips moved slightly, but slowly pressed down, holding the thin lips.
The smell of the cold was completely annihilated in the heart.
He has to say, he does not even know that the number of warmth is difficult to produce the childish!
She is difficult to produce...
At that time, she was just a child who needed to care for her loved child... She was difficult to produce! The number of warmth is dystocia!
How much pain she will have!
It’s not so young, but I can’t talk... How did the warmth stay?
He knows nothing...
When she was most painful and most in need of him, he was as far away from her, not even close to her.
The heart of Qian Qianmo was sore, mixed with the pain that was nowhere to be released, and suddenly coughed up, and the heart was slowly delayed like a knife.
"Don't you, are you okay?"
Thousands of ink slowly sank and breathe, and mutely said: "Nothing."
The street outside was cold and cold, and the cold wind blew.
Qian Qianmo went out to hire a carriage, and by the way handled the body of the person killed last night, and did not want to give the warm belt any unnecessary trouble.
When I hired the carriage back, the number of warmth was already awake, and I was holding the childish child who was still asleep on her shoulder.