Chapter 86: My little girl 79

When I saw that I was asleep, some people opened the camp and walked in. The number of warm thoughts was that Qian Qianmo came back, and looked up from the case in confusion, but saw that Li Qi came in with a few snacks. Li Qi said: "Wang Ye asked his subordinates to tell the number of warm girls that he did not come back so quickly, let the number of warm girls hungry and eat something first."
A few warm nods, thanks to the air, thanked, and waited for the talent to go out, she closed the book, took a bunch of grapes, head down one by one and sent it to her mouth, she ate very slowly, but I was eating all the time, and the little mouth didn’t stop. When she had enough to eat and drink, she put down the cakes on the plate and sighed in a small voice on the case, as if... was used.
The number of warmth buried the small face between the two hands and breathed uncomfortably.
But soon a little face was suffocated hot, a few warm hands raised his nose and licked his nose, had to look up and continue to eat, probably feel that they are not happy anyway, or eat a little better.
On the other hand, Qian Qianmo finally dismissed the matter and retired his subordinates. However, Ning Chengyuan was still squinting with his side, and the wooden sword that led the drawings was picked up. He threw the knees in his knees mercilessly, and the throwing force was not light. Ning Cheng suddenly screamed and screamed, and one leg almost jumped to him. "Hey brother, I rushed to me." What fire is it!"
Qian Qianmo still has no expression.
"Well, I just think it's a bit magical. I thought you were a member of the young woman slaves for a while, but now even the military camp can make her come..." Ning Cheng far did not hold back "啧" With a cry, "Don't you be tempted?"
Perhaps the words "moving" made Qian Qianmo feel a bit stupid. He hooked his mouth and even felt ridiculous. His voice was faint: "You think more."
The number of warmth is good, but it has not reached that level.
It is easy, but difficult, for a man who has been fighting for a long time like Qian Qianmo to melt into a gentle town.
He likes to have a little thing around him that can hold him a hug, but that's all.
Ning Chengyuan said that "the temptation", these two words are too heavy, he does not feel that he will go to that extent.
When Qian Qianmo returned to his own camp, it was not unexpected to see that the number of warmth had fallen asleep on the case, and the small hand was still holding a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake that was bitten halfway and placed on the small mouth...
When he walked over, he saw a few small warm mouths, and he smacked a small bit of sweet-scented osmanthus cake. He stopped and looked down at her with her eyelashes closed, and her small mouth slowly swallowed. For a while, the corner of the mouth was gently raised, and she sat down beside her. She watched her slowly eating the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and her eyes still didn't open.
Qian Qianmo reluctantly reached out and gently grabbed her little white powder, wiped her little finger one by one, and wiped her small mouth with water, whispered: "Go back Go to sleep again?"
The number of warm eyelashes trembled, and the little finger slowly grabbed one of his fingers and said softly: "Good enough..."
Qian Qianmo heard her potential, stretched her arms and carried the little things back.
A few warm and soft lips pressed against his ear and whispered to him: "Is the king riding?"
"Want to ride?"
The number did not speak, but the little hand hugged his neck.