Chapter 68: My little girl 60

Qian Qianmo waited very late in the military camp before returning to the palace. In exchange for the past, this time the little girl should go to school and read the book while waiting for him to come back.
Qian Qianmo waited back to the big hall. No one handed him hot tea, no one gave him a dress, and there was no soft voice to talk around.
It took a long while for Qian Qianm to stand in the temple for a long time before he remembered the warmth of his whole day in the bookstore.
He went to the bookstore, and when he opened the door, he frowned. There were still a few warm clothes on the ground, and the thousands of inks sullenly walked over, and it was not clear that the little things were still naked. The legs are still squatting, but half of the body has been tilted to the seat, I do not know when to sleep.
The small face was covered with paper white, and even in the drowsiness, he frowned tightly. It looked as if he was squatting under his horse and asking him to adopt him.
Thousands of inks frowned, and they undressed their clothes on the body, draped over the little things, and hugged her up.
I don’t know what it’s mad at me, and spit out a few words from the tight thin lips.
Stupid.

He took the little guy back to the sleeping hall, changed her bedclothes without any rules, and let the people below immediately call the doctor.
Unsurprisingly, the number of warmth launched a high fever that night, the doctor opened the prescription, to drink the night when the warmth, can be fed a few times, can not feed, and always flow from the warm mouth.
It’s not good to see a thousand tempers. Seeing her getting hotter and hotter, she doesn’t even drink medicine, how can she not get angry.
After thousands of inks were fed a few times, they had pinched her eyes and threatened to stare at the number of slumbering eyes: "You dare to spit it out, and the king will throw you out, then Also don't want you."
After so scared, I don’t know if I can feel it. In short, when he feeds her, the little guys are licking the mouth of the dog with a small mouth, although they still spit it out from time to time, but better than before. A lot of it is to watch her as she feels uncomfortable drinking medicine and tears, as if she suffered a lot of grievances, and looked at it, and her heart was also faint.
It’s hard to feed, and Qian Qianmo wiped the water stains on her lips. While wiping her tears, she whispered the little guy who was crying in her sleep.
Cheat warm, the king didn’t want to be warm.

A few warm or tears, tears dampened with tears, he wiped and touched over and over again.
The number of warm sleeps is not honest. It will be sick again, and it will be tossed. The night is holding his arm tightly and catching the same as the life-saving straw that is gone at any time. He was crying with him, and it was useless to know how to make a thousand inks. He had been tossing until the middle of the night, and the number of warmth was a little bit steady. Some of his waist was buried in his arms and slept.
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(I say so, for now, it’s obvious that warm and uncle Uncle can’t get along with each other equally. Let’s see it this way. Uncle Uncle has a high weight. Warmth is a adopted slave country. Uncle Shu thinks she fits her mind. Putting it around as a pet, this is the uncle's current feeling of warmth. Similarly, the warm identity is destined that she can only bow down in front of her uncle, in order to live well, she can not rebel against her uncle. In the plot that didn’t take long to start, don’t treat their relationship as equal, there’s nothing to believe in, and both of them need to work together slowly, and the feelings need to change slowly. I don’t listen to her explanation. I’m going to check my body directly to see my own eyes. Uncle Uncle’s thoughts are very simple. Just make sure that she hasn’t been touched enough. The rest is not important. Ah, I’ve said a lot, I hope not. I suspect that I have to talk nonsense~ I remember to remember the vote~