Chapter 93: My little girl 87

Qian Qianmo put her into the whisper of whispering in her arms. Although she still didn't say anything, her attitude gradually softened.
In other words, there is no temper in the number of warmth, and there is nothing to be angry with him.
However, Qian Qianmo saw her thin skirt inadvertently opened. He knew that her skin was tender, but she did not expect to be bullied by him, but she thought that she would be drunk and only had nothing to do with herself. It will be no weight, it will hurt her in the process.
晟 墨 墨 墨 拿 拿 拿 拿 拿 拿 拿 拿 拿 拿 拿 拿 拿 拿 拿 拿 拿 拿 拿 拿 拿 拿 拿 拿 拿 拿 拿 拿 拿 拿 拿 拿 拿 拿 拿 拿 拿 拿 拿 拿 拿 拿 拿 拿
But the number of warmth is even more embarrassing, because the place where the ointment is applied is more concealed, and the thousands of inks are watching, and where can she do such shameful actions in front of him.
The number of warmth hesitantly looked up at him with a sad look, a small mouth, wanting him to go out, but the look of Qianmo’s look made him look at her, and there was no intention to avoid it at all. Just throwing the ointment to the bed, he bowed his knees and silently did not speak.
It’s a bit sulking when I look at it.
Qian Qianmo knows what she thinks, but he just doesn't want to go away in this section. Seeing that she has a small temper, she smiles lightly: "How do you get angry with this king?"
The number of warmth holding the knees does not want to take care of him.
But soon, Qian Qianmo sat down at the bed, picked up the ointment that she had thrown next to her, and took her slender ankles. The number of warmth was sulking, but she did not disobey him, or she was soft. Let him be at the mercy.
Fortunately, this time, I just put a cool ointment on the place where she was rubbed red, and then put down the warm skirt.
"Not too early, let's go to sleep."
The number did not talk to him, took his two calves off his lap, rolled over and fell on the quilt.
However, a few warm and stuffy quilts for a long time did not hear the action of Qian Qianmo to get up. After a long while, she slowly pulled off the quilt, revealing a small white face and seeing thousands of inks. The eyes just bumped over, deep stunned eyes, so that the number of warm and can not help but hang down the eyelashes, licked a small mouth.
Naturally, Qian Qianhan served softly. She reached over and rubbed her hair and whispered to her: "Isn't it mad?"
The number of warm eyelids was red, whispered and a little angry, and the sullen voice said: "Wang Ye will not drink so much wine next time."
Qian Qianmo nodded, and the body leaned over to cover her small body, took her into her arms, and continued to slap his little pity. "This king promised you, not angry with the little ancestors."
The number of warmth heard this in his arms, and the mouth couldn’t help but slightly curled up, soft and soft: "Who is the little ancestor..."
晟 嗓 嗓 嗓 温 温 温 温 温 温 温 温 温 温 温 温 温 温 温 温 温 温 温 温 温 温 温 温 温 温 温 温 温 温 温 温 温 温
Such a gentle and gentle tone is like caring for her as a baby.
No woman can refuse such gentleness, not to mention that the number is still a young girl. When she hears this, she is afraid that she will fall into such a love, and she will forget what she is in a short time. The identity, as if it is really like Qian Qian said, she is his little ancestors careful liver.
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The next day, Ji Zhai.
When Jixi woke up, the whole person had a terrible headache. She held her head and slowly got out of bed. When she opened the door, the wind blew into the yard. Jixi was a little clear from her mind. She I vaguely remembered that she was sent back by a person after being drunk last night, and she was still with that person...
Is it... 千千墨?
Ji Xi was slightly stunned from his lips, silent and didn't know what he was thinking. At this time, a man came in outside the yard. Ji Xi looked up and saw that Ji Xubai came and threw something over. Ji Xi It was a piece of jade from the lightly frowning eyebrows and reaching out accurately.
Ji Xi is even more frowning: "What do you mean?"
Ji Xubai said faintly: "The person who sent you back last night fell."
Jixi's centrifugation head tightened, gently rubbing the jade in his hand, so calmly asked her brother: "Who sent me back?"
Ji Xubai looked at her calmly and said: "Nature is not the person you want."
"Ji Xubai!" She stared at him coldly, her fingertips pressed against the corner of the jade, and some force.
Not him?
"It’s the five kings." Ji Xubai left after he finished.
After Ji Xi’s hearing of this sentence, he lost his soul and stagnated for a long while. He took a look at his eyes and held the jade in his hand. His fingertips shook slightly.
晟 晟 ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ......
Ji Xi is only ridiculous.
Although she is only one year old, she has always regarded her as a younger brother. It can be what happened last night. Although she is not awake, she is sure that she will kiss him...
It was her dissatisfaction after drinking that became a sinister ink... or she was obsessed with her...
No matter which one, Ji Xi is unacceptable.
If it is the first one, she doesn't know how she would think about her. After all, everyone grew up together, and they all know that she likes to do so. She doesn't know that she was drunk last night. The wine will not say anything with the swearing...
But if it is the second...
Why do you want to kiss her?
Ji Xiyi quickly found a reason, and he was drunk.
What the two drunk people should do should not be taken seriously.
Maybe, you can't remember this thing yourself.
Thinking of this, Ji Xi was only slightly relieved.
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On the day of the assessment, everyone went to the ranks of the Yulin Academy to see the results.
Some people are happy that someone is jealous.
The number of warmth is being overwhelmed by the enthusiasm of them. In the words of Yu Yue, "There are a few warm people who support us and we can't get anywhere!"
So they have a good score in the past few people, Yan Yue and Su Hai's scores have stabilized into the 9th class, and one has crossed the eighth class.
Su Hai excitedly grabbed a few warm shoulders and shouted: "Fuxing, I will be admitted to the class nine for the first time in my life!"
The number of warmth was a little painful by his excitement, pushing his hand away and letting him press his excitement.
The sooner, the more intense her performance, because she didn’t see the warm name when she swept away. He couldn’t help but whisper:
Will you count the warmth?

The number did not speak, looked up at the rankings.
Su Hai followed the tension after he heard the words of Yue Yue. "You are really warm when you are counting. When you take the exam, you will hand over the paper so quickly. It is not good to check and check...",
The voice did not fall, Su Hai heard a loud voice, "My uncle!"
Su Hai was scared to scream, "What are you doing!"
"My uncle!"
"Your grandfather is coming?!"
"The number of warm uncle!"
"The number of warmth is your uncle?!"