Chapter 361: Warm treasure, I am hurting 11

He had already regarded this person as a poisonous wolf that could not be easily approached. Even, even if he had spent three years on his own, he could see what kind of man it was.
He clearly knows that Qian Qian has the blood in his own bones, and there are fierce and cold blood that everyone is afraid of, but...
Like this moment, mentioning a person, his eyes are warm and faint, without the slightest coldness, but it is a glimpse of Beier’s head.
He used to know that he had only his wife and children, but he only thought that he was just his wife and children.
Wife, and, lover.
It sounds no different, but the former is identity and the latter is love.
And Qian Qianmo has a wife, his wife is the one he loves, and when he loves to mention her, his eyes will become much softer.
"I believe that you are a wife, but you said that you still have children. I don't believe this. The little girl looks like it is not as big. You are separated for four years. How do you? There may be children..."
晟 墨 墨 微 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸
After all, 晟千墨 will ride the horse to speed up, no longer say anything.
His arms seemed to be still stagnation of the warmth and softness of the warm body. He had to come back to find her soon.
Beier stunned, and the guy started to show his daughter. He couldn’t help but scream and pick an eyebrow.
Thinking about this war, someone is afraid of a quick fix.
After all, women are still to see.
......
When the child awoke, the rain had stopped.
Outside the eaves, the raindrops are falling down in the drip, splashing under the stone steps, deep and shallow otters.
The little guy was lying on the bed, listening to the crisp, faint sound of the outside, and stayed for a long time. When he remembered, he just turned over and coughed up. The door was pushed open, and the child was covered with a quilt. The head, not letting yourself out of the head, nesting in the quilt, licking the eyes of the misty water, looking at the darkness without hesitation.
"Children, get up and take medicine."
Qingzhi holding the quilt and shaking his head in the quilt, thinking of the number of warmth can not see, and secretly sticking out a few small fingers from the quilt, want to follow the number of warm hands, but was warmly grasped by the warmth of the childish warmth The little finger pulled the little guy out of the quilt. The childish eyelids were light pink, and the clear scorpion glanced at the warm soup. The two small index fingers pressed the small nose and the nose and refused to sniff. Said to resist drinking medicine.
This is also a rare and rare temper, perhaps because it is still sick, the little guy is not willing to touch that bowl of medicine.
"Children, if you want to drink medicine, you won't get sick. Is it childish to get sick?"
Qing child pinched his nose and shook his head, or looked at the number of warmth, very wronged.
"The child who wants to drink medicine, how many warm feeds are you?"
Youth is still shaking his head, not good.
A few warm days do not know how to do the little guys, after all, the childish has been stunned, she said everything will listen, rarely anger like her.
The number of warmth had to put down the soup, changed a way, bowed and touched the little guy's hair, sucking the nose: "Children, I am also cold, but the child is not willing to drink medicine, then I do not drink medicine, anyway, the childish baby I don’t feel bad about it."