Chapter 395: Warm treasure, I am hurting 45

But the child said that he left, and the head did not return.
It seems that it is really not to be embarrassed.
A man and a kitten, looking at the little girl carrying the book bag, got into the carriage and left without returning.
Until the carriage drove far away, it finally disappeared into sight.
Little milk cat: "Hey..."
Qian Qianmo hugged the pitiful kitten, bowed his head and touched it, sighing: "Nobody wants an idiot, but also a good name."
The little milk cat raised his small claw and scratched a man’s long-sighted hand. He snorted again, who said who.
......
At that time, on the carriage.
A few warm looking at the carriage sitting on the carriage and bowing his head and unwilling to care for him, after watching it for a while, he couldn’t help but stretch out his hand and combed the little guy’s messy hair and said: "Mother is coming back. It’s a bit late, is it young to wait a long time?

The young child shook his head and extended two small hands to hug.
A few warmths took the little guy over, and the young child threw herself into her arms, slowly hugged the number of warmth, buried in a few warm arms, and refused to move.
The curtains of the windows fluttered, and the warmth looked out of the window. The street scenery outside was as familiar as ever, but she felt a bit dazzling.
She saw that person.
So there is no carriage.
She can't tell if she has no courage to face it again, or because of something else.
She didn't even dare to mention this person with Qing.
This person, how does this person have a face to appear in front of her and the child, what does he regard her as a thing, and what is the childish...
In particular, it is arrogant to warm up his own temperament, let alone to face what he is, what is embarrassing, how much he is afraid of self-deprecating.
She tried to talk about anything else with Qing, and opened her mouth. The scorpion was a little dry. "Isn't the child in the primary school still adapting? How about getting along with the classmates?"
Qing nodded, paused and nodded.
The number was warm but keenly aware of some strange things. He looked down at his niece and let the child look up at her. It was a long time before she was willing to lift her head.
A few warmths found that the little guy's eyes were a little pink, I don't know because the person was still not happy because he was in the primary school.
"How is it so young? Is there someone in the school who bullies you?"
Qingzi shook his head and had to take out the handkerchief. When he turned it out, he warmed up and saw that the page that had not been closed was written with five words - Qingzhi didn't want you.
The number of warm heart suddenly rushed into the five flavors, and it was not good at all, but after the child opened the handwriting, it had already turned over that page. The little guy looked flat, as if nothing had happened, and there was no feeling. The childish hand holds the pen and writes to the warm look -
Someone threw my book. I threw his book bag into the fish tank. The master criticized him. He also said that the child was not doing this right, and he would not do it after he was young.
Hearing the words, the number of warmth suddenly raised his eyebrows. Obviously, he did not expect that this was the first day of school. "Why should he throw a childish book?"
Qingchun shook his head, but his heart did not really reassure this matter, but the little guy can only mention this with a few warmth.
The number of warmth is still close to the eyebrows, and I plan to go to the school in person tomorrow, she can not allow her heart and mind to be a little wronged.
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(It’s a bit slower, but it’s better. I’m still sucking my nose, my throat is uncomfortable for two days, and I understand it. And there’s no end, the protagonist’s story is only halfway. Yes, try to update as early as possible tomorrow, everyone good night