Chapter 408: Warm treasure, I am hurting 58

On the early morning of the next day, after eating the early morning meal with Qingzhi, the number of warmth changed the white child's white shirt with a simple white hair, and combed a simple bun, half of the black hair fell down, and the younger temperament green bamboo was clean and clear. Hey, a few warm and help the childish wearing a hat, while rubbing the small broken hair behind her ear, said: "Mother kissed you to the school, and later you told the mother who is the classmate who threw your book, do you know? ?"
I thought about it, but I nodded.
However, when I went out, I was waiting for a carriage outside.
The carriage that the thousand inks got.
"Youth, I will pick you up."
A few warm look at him, screaming at the inexplicable red face, I don’t want to take the childish turn and leave.
Don't want to see this bastard!
But she soon realized that the child couldn't keep up with her. When the number of warmth stopped, the childishness was a little bit violent, and the number of warmth squatted down and stroked her back. "I am not good, is it better?" ?"
The young child nodded and turned his head and looked back. The carriage had already driven over...
The number of warmth followed the little guy's gaze and looked at it. He paused and opened his mouth slightly: "Childly, do you want to ride the car?"
The young child shook his head.
I really don't want to, all things that will make the number of warmth and sadness, no matter how young.
The number of warm heads touched the head of the childish, did not say anything, but still accompanied the child to wait for the carriage to come over.
After the carriage stopped, the number of warmth did not talk to the person, and he took the niece up, and then pulled the curtain to prevent him from watching.
Despite this, Qian Qian ink is still very satisfied.
"Warm, wait for the school to leave school, can we go to Meiyuan?"
"Not good, winter is over."
"What does it matter?"
"The plum blossoms will not look good in winter."
"But we are taking the childishness to appreciate the plum."
......
The number of sitting in the carriage was warm.
She didn't talk anymore, just looked down at the childish.
Qing Zhi also looked at her with big eyes, it seems a little bit of a bird.
The number is warm and whispered: "Was the child want to go?"
The childish hesitated for a little while, still obeying his heart and nodding.
The number of warmth licked the lips and held the little things into my arms. I didn’t say anything more.
After arriving at the elementary school, Qian Qianmo first got off the carriage, and waited for the warmth to take the child out of the curtain. He had already stretched his arms to hug his little niece. Hehe hesitated and he let go. Let the youth go.
Qing Qing carefully fell into the arms, subconsciously hugged his neck, the corner of his eyes could not help but bend, very beautiful arc.
晟 Thousands of ink gently put the little guy down to the ground, and reached out to hold another little girl down.
When the number of warmth suddenly reddened his face, he bitten his lip and was annoyed: "Go away."
"Go down, not afraid of treasure."
"……Myself."
The number of warm and dead lives refused to give him a hand, and more shame, she did not want him to hold on.
晟 Thousands of inks: "Youth, you are your mother."
晟 千 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

That word seems to be the tone of learning to be a thousand inks.
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(Five more! You will ask, today's sugar is not good! Is it super sweet! The value of the tears that have fallen is not worth it! I am going to be crying and crying myself to the number of warm and young children who have been wronged by death. That singer gave me a cute death~ For a better sugar, vote!