Chapter 432: Warm treasure, I am hurting 82

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Beichuan.
On the night of the New Year's Eve, the tens of thousands of lights slammed, and the heads of the lanterns floated in the night sky, dazzling and bright.
At this time, the palace.
"Is the paper cut big?"
"I feel that it is still a success."
"What is still going on, you ask if the youth is not successful? How can there be such a big hole lamp?"
So Qian Qian ink turned to ask Qing Zhi, "Youth, I am going to make you a Kong Ming lamp bigger than others?"
The child was sitting on a small stool, holding a group of yellow furry little milk cats in his arms, watching the mother-in-law squashing and making a kongming lantern, and hearing the sly words, screaming, nod.
Qian Qianmo took a look at the daughter-in-law with a look of inspiration.
The number of warmth is too lazy to take care of him, smashed the ink, took the paper and put a few words on the case, and said that writing a blessing wish, a few warm heart is still quite emotional, she still remembers when she was brought back to the palace by the thousand inks. The fear of uneasiness in the night, when he was taken out to watch the Lantern Festival, she was only pleased to write a prayer for the joyful and joyful life of Qian’s life. But today, she will write these words again. At the time, it is from the bottom of my heart, I want them to be happy and happy throughout their lives.
Although the Qianming Lantern made by Qian Qian Mo is not so refined, many details are relatively rough. It can be seen that this guy really won’t do anything, but only one thing is undeniable. It is.
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"Childly, do you like to watch the stars?"
Qing is very happy to nod.
"You can see more stars in your hometown. Do you want to see what it looks like from a young age to a big life?"
Qingchun almost no hesitation, then nodded.
The number of warmth saw this scene, and it was not surprising that it was a fake. She never dared to imagine that the Youth League would accept that she suddenly appeared in a completely strange environment. However, Qian Qianmo only asked the childish sentence, the childish accepted.
She should say that she is very young, or that Qian Qianmo’s influence on the child is far more important than he imagined...
After the little guy is tired, he can be honestly squatting on the warmth, and the number of warmth licks her head. "Is it young?"
Qing Qing held her neck and whispered with a small milk voice. "The number is warm..."
"Well, yes."
"With the childish, sleep, and, oh." Qing child was very embarrassed and said in a few warm ears.
The number was warm and stunned, but I understood it. Qingxian wanted her to sleep with her.
Next, Qingzhi has been looking forward to sleeping, but when she really wants to sleep, the little guy can't help but sleep.
When the number of warmth was making the bed, Qian Qianmo took the sleeping sweet child back, and the number whispered warmly, "Is your niece talking to you?"
"I want to sleep with us, I said yes, I haven't slept with warmth for a long time."
Numbers of warmth: "...what are you talking about?"
晟 Thousands of inks put the child in her arms, leaned over and kissed her cheek, breathe with a sigh of hot air, and looked straight away: "It has been a long time since I fell asleep."
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