MTL - National School Prince Is A Girl-Chapter 1755 First thousand eight hundred thirty three
Chapter 1755 First thousand eight hundred thirty three
Two in the morning.
The thick fog outside the window rises.
Outside the villa, under the street lights, the bats did not disperse.
The building fell asleep on the bed.
Shen did not realize that the person who was sleeping with her had disappeared.
The rose is very strong.
It seems to be mixed with the smell of rust.
One of them turned into a child's appearance, and one knee squatted in front of the thin body: "There are no fans on the 10th, and there is a fan meeting in Milan on the 8th. The lady has been added to the list."
Thin and concealed "hmm", spit out the blood bag on his mouth.
The child stood up and said: "Why didn't the king turn me into a look like a young master? In this case, the king will not have to explain it. The queen's memory is gone, and the king can make a paragraph for her. After all, No human being can accept that he is no longer a personal class. This is what the king said."
The thin, pale, slender fingers clasped the black umbrella. Unlike the daytime, at this time, he had no temperature at the bottom of his eyes. It was born.
He smiled and faintly evil: "Only nine can't, that's our child."
"What about the memory?" The child raised his cheeks, and he still didn't understand.
Thin hidden throws the blood bag into the trash can: "Not even better."
“Why?” The children have been killed by killing people. For them, human beings are just food, not to mention human memories.
Thin and invisible, black windbreaker, floating in the wind: "Because she has me in her memory, the memory made is fake."
The child knows a little, but he always doesn't understand why Wang loves a human being so much.
He used to say that it was because of body temperature.
Can be a resurrection of a human.
Let yourself wake up to this kind of thing.
Absolutely not just because of body temperature.
Thin is also not required to explain his feelings to anyone.
Bloodlines.
This has always been the case.
What's more, he is not someone else, it is thin.
If there is no such thing as his home.
Perhaps, there will be only one person left in this world.
Now, she just lost her memory.
It is clear that the last second is still under the street light.
It will appear next to the bed in the next second.
This is also one of the abilities of the blood family, teleportation.
Such a person, willing to cover up all for one person.
Thin is not clear what human love is like.
As early as she took him back.
He didn't want to let go of this person again.
Thin hidden quietly back to the bed, reaching out and hugged her from behind.
I thought she was still saying.
But I heard a message from the ear: "So late, are you not going out?"
Thin hidden fingers, then opened her long hair, smiled: "It's very cold, when did I find out that I didn't see it?"
"Just." The building looked over.
The thin hides the person and the voice is lowered: "I am afraid that you are hungry and cook it for you."
I thought it was just his rhetoric.
When the floor was taken to the table with a thin man, it really had a bowl of noodles: "Boiled?"
"You don't like it?" Thin hidden let her sit in her arms.
"No." The building is not very accustomed to such relatives: "You go to the opposite side?"
"The opposite is too cold." Bo Yin took the chopsticks to her: "Try it?"
The floor is smiling and shallow: "Are you not only cooking noodles?"
"Yes." Bo Yin put her chin on her shoulder and said carelessly: "If you want to eat something else, I can learn."
The heart of the building moved, and took a sip of soup: "No, it's good."
(End of this chapter)
