Chapter 400: Warm treasure, I am hurting 50

Qingzhi was gradually softened by the little milk cat. It was originally a principle of heart, but the little milk cat looked up and looked at her with the pair of pitiful round eyes. The childish hesitantly looked at it. After a while, I finally couldn't get rid of my heart. I held out two small hands to hold it. The little milk cat consciously jumped on her little palm. After she got it, she threw herself into her arms. The sorrow trembled and screamed at her, as if complaining that she was freezing outside for too long, but Qingzhi just had to carry the kitten in, suddenly felt the kitten's claws a bit sultry, bowed, watching On the claws of the little things, wrapped around a piece of paper tied with a string, opened, is a beautiful handwriting that has never been seen before, which is beautiful, beautiful with the word of the mother, the childish age is small, describe not Come out, it is a word that is particularly powerful and particularly discouraged.
However, the paper is written...
- Youthful, no place to sleep.
This pitiful tone really ruined such a domineering word.
When the childishness is taken seriously, it will not go deeper. I only know that the childishness and the number of warmth are not to be embarrassed, and I am going to be on the streets.
I don’t want to be so pitiful.
Therefore, the young child holding the kitten and picking up the tip of the foot and looking out of the door, the left and right can not see people, the young child could not help but carefully stepped out of the threshold, the black and clear big eyes turned a few laps, looked around, and did not When I saw the person who came to see her in the daytime, I stood by the wall of the courtyard. I was still tall and tall as always. The little guy was holding a kitten and looked up at him. His expression was a little confused.
Oh...
He said that he is awkward.
The child did not know how, the nose was a bit sour.
晟千墨本 is just a sympathy for a prostitute. I didn’t expect the little guy to sprint out in a thin dress. He gently raised his eyebrows and stepped forward to say something. The youth suddenly turned back and came from the house. A few warm voices: "Children?"
Qing Qiaotou did not return and went back.
Back in the yard, the two young hands of Qing Zhi took a small belly, and looked up at the eyes and looked at the number of warmth. It seemed very nervous.
A few warm eyes frowned and put the hat on her to put on her head. "How come out?"
The childish body is tight and stiff, shaking his head, his eyes are still very big, and the hair is shining and shining.
The warmth of sight finally fell on her little belly. "Is the stomach sick?"
Qingzhi still shakes his head. Originally, he was very afraid of a few warmths. But when he saw the warm expression, he gradually became stagnant and lost. He was so reluctant that he had to take care of the little milk cat in his arms. Come out and look at the number of warm, indicating that I am going out to lick the cat.
A few warmmen saw a kitten coming out of the blue-eyed arms and came out for a while. What happened to him, "Is the young child coming back?"
The young child looked at the clear eyes and nodded.
But I dare not tell the number of warmth, this is the cockroach given to the childish kitten.
The little milk cat hurriedly shook his tail and yelled at the number of warm calls, indicating that he needed to feed.
A few warm look at the kitten, and looked at her family, the young child, and finally sighed.
......
The number of lights warmed up and went into the kitchen.
During the period, the little milk cat smelled the smell of meat and was excited to circle around the mother and daughter.
A few warmths while getting a cat food while glanced at the little green child who was waiting for him, but he said: "You will go back to the house first."