Chapter 75: My little girl 67

Her mouth was small and she ate slowly, but she ate so slowly for a long time or finished eating a packet of dragon's toffee.
After eating, she sat on the stone and quietly looked at the sparkling water that had fallen from the setting sun. After watching it for a while, she looked down and pulled out a book from her book bag. She was so quiet and natural. Through a pure and clean book, the eyes are clear and bright, and the peach blossoms that are immersed in the center of the lake are generally beautiful and soft, but no one can think that she is reading the book.
And still look at the book with the demon and ghost colors.
The number of warmth was serious, and I didn’t realize that someone had come over.
At that time, Qian Qianmo was stained under the tree not far away, quietly watching her sitting on the shore and looking down at the book, from his point of view, she could only see her side, and swept her. The black and soft hair that hangs behind her, and her pair of clear and bright scorpions, reflecting the water, are clean, like washed by the lake.
From time to time, her eyes turn with the words on the pages of the book. The fingertips pull the upper right corner of the page. When turning the page, the long curled eyelashes will slightly move.
When Qian Qianhan walked over, the number of warmth was still undetected. Qian Qianmo stood behind her, faintly glanced at the contents of the book she read. The next moment, the number of warmth finally smelled the familiar and fearful atmosphere behind him. Look, scared to close the words, the book stood cold, and the words in the hand went back behind him, some of them told him awkwardly, "Wang, Lord..."
The look of a guilty conscience is the same as that of a child who sneaked out to play and was caught by an adult.
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The number of warmth hesitated and refused to give him.
However, the hand of Qian Qianmo still did not recover. The number of warmth finally had to be put on the scalp and handed the book to his hand, bowing his head, like a child waiting for criticism.
晟 墨 接 took over her words, slowly flipped a few pages in front of her face, and finally glanced at the number of warmth with a head down and no speech, he also noticed two warm hands It seems very nervous and uncomfortable to buckle together.
Looking at her, Qian Qianmo spit out a few words from the mouth: "Bear child."
The number of warmth and sorrow raised his head, but he heard the thousand inks and then coldly said: "I will leave home, is it?"
The number shook his head shyly and whispered, "No."
"Don't go back to the palace, run here to see these things? Didn't you say that the two days are the assessment?" Qian Qianmo looked down on her, and his eyes were quite harsh.
A few warm little mouths were slightly open, and they stopped talking. Finally, they whispered aloud: "The number is warm."
Qian Qianmo did not see where she knew the mistake, still indifferent eyes, with criticism: "I see you are courageous."
The number of warmth was stunned by him, his eyes finally red, and she lowered her head and silently, and one word did not dare to argue.
Qian Qianmo was also keenly aware of the instability of her breath. She lifted her chin and saw that she had seen a few warm eyes and two eyes with shallow red, and half biting her lips. It looked strange and pitiful.
Qian Qiank squeezed her chin tip and sighed: "Don't you say you two sentences, and you are wronged?"
A few warm and tears shook his head.
Qian Qianmo grabbed her little hand and leaned over in front of her. "Get up."
Qian Qianmo grabbed her little hand and leaned over in front of her. "Get up."
The number of warmth hesitated for a while, but was caught by the thousands of ink on the back of the small hand, which was back to her back to the palace.
The sunset splashed a piece, and on the way back, the number of warmth lingered between his neck, his eyes lowered and his eyes squinted at the light and shadow on the ground - Qian Qian ink carrying her shadow.
"The next time I run out again, the king will not come to you." A certain prince voice is faint, and the mouth is guilty.
The number of warmth couldn't help but hold his neck tightly and muttered: "The number of warmth is known."
Qian Qianmo: "Is it wronged in the academy?"
The number of warm lips covered without talking, and the attention was still on the shadow of the ground.
But Qian Qianmo pinched her again, and the strength was not small, and the number of warmth suddenly snorted.
Qian Qianmo did not hold back, turned her body over and held her face, and bowed her head and kissed her.
Just because this has not yet returned to the palace, Qian Qianmo is holding her at the wall and screaming at her.
When he finally tried to let go of her, he regained the little girl. This time, the number of warmth was directly buried in his arms, and he did not dare to look at him. He only felt that there was a button on him, hemp. Very good.
"You haven't answered the question of the king yet."
A few warm hands grasped the cloth on his chest and did not say anything.
晟 Thousands of inks licked her hair with her chin, "Is it angry?"
The number is still warm.
I don’t know how to say good things to her along the way. After returning to the palace, Qian Qianmo told the people underneath to prepare a table of dinner she loved. Fortunately, there was no warmth and no ambition. I don’t want to go to the stomach, or I am honest with him.
After using the dinner, the number of warmth will finally talk to him, but said that it is necessary to read the book for two days of assessment, and Qian Qianmo just went to the bookstore to handle government affairs, so she also went to the bookstore to read. learned.
Qian Qianmo specially moved out half of the space on the desk to show her, but the number of warmth put the bag on the table, thought of something, and ran out for a while before returning.