Chapter 70: My little girl 62

晟 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 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨Pointing at the lip of her water, "Look at you."
The number of warmth was pressed by his warm fingertips, inexplicably remembering the scene where the fingers of the thousand inks were inserted into the mouth in the backyard that day, the little face slammed red, and he lowered his head and whispered something.
After she finally drank the medicine, Qian Qianmo put down the medicine bowl and said to her: "This king has helped you to take a day off, and I will rest in the palace today, do you know?"
The number of warmth did not say anything right, just nodded.
Seeing that he got up and went to the military camp, a few warm and courageous could not help but grab his half hand, lifted his throat and looked at him, and carefully asked: "Wang Ye, yesterday's business, you can listen to the warm explanation Yet?"
晟 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Slowly holding her little hand, wrapped in her big palm, a faint "hmm".
When I saw it, the number of warmers was relieved, and the things that happened yesterday were briefly told by Qian Qianmo.
After thousands of inks quietly listened to her words, did not speak immediately.
The number of warm people thought he didn't believe in himself, and couldn't help but say: "The number of warmth is really not deliberately not coming back..."
"You mean, someone kidnapped you to Jingfei's home, still not letting you out?"
The number of warmth nodded slightly.
Qian Qianmo was silent for a moment, and did not say much, just bowed his hair and licked her hair. "This king knows."
When I heard a thousand inks, I couldn’t hear any emotions. I didn’t know if he believed or not, and looked up at him and waited for him to talk.
"This king will take this person out." He picked up the martyr.
The number of warmth still stretched out the other hand and grabbed his hand. He shook his hand gently, with a bit of uncertainty: "Is the king's letter warm?"
Qian Qianmo looked at the little guy's clear blue eyes and looked at it for a while. He suddenly looked down and kissed her in the corner of her eye. The lips were warm and the voice was warm and low: "Yes The king is not good."
Thousands of inks have to admit that this time he is irrational.
Will be fined indiscriminately.
But if he comes again, he thinks he will still do that.
Just because his possessive desire for the number of warmth has exceeded his own estimate.
After a few warm nights and heard that she was going home with a companion teenager, his mind was gone, and some of them just dawned on her thoughts.
He thought it would be more straightforward. He was so careful in the first time to raise such a small and well-behaved little thing, and he was well-preserved. How could he allow her to betray, so she wanted to put her whole body everywhere? I checked it all over and knew that she was not defiled by other people, and that reason slowly returned to the cage.
The same, although the Jingfei did not contaminate him, but after all, he spent a night with a few warm and lonely men, and he also remembered this boy, the man who played the drama with the warmth, now Another thing that happened was that the thousands of inks possessed the desire to be almost abnormal, and they would tolerate this person to appear next to the number of warmth.