MTL - Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories-Chapter 35 I only want you to be born.
Chapter 35, as long as you are born
In the bathroom, Shen Qianshu constantly slammed her face with cold water. She was short of breath, looking at the woman in the mirror full of pain, and closed her eyes slightly.
Shen Qianshu, you have nothing to do with Mr.
He is a demon.
There are some things, even if I choose not to hate, I have no choice but to forgive.
She hates the night maid most. During the period after her child's death, she almost collapsed. She hated hate and hated the night to hate herself. It took me two years to self-treat. Later, she adopted a child painting. Improvement, but does not mean that she is willing to see the night tomb.
She is only willing to work with the night mausoleum... Yang Guan Dumu Tian.
These emotions are wounds that are smashed in the middle of the night. She never shows up in people.
Washed his face and packed himself up, Shen Qianshu changed his home clothes.
The night mausoleum stood in the living room and looked at the photo wall.
On the photo wall, there are photos of her and children's paintings. There are a few photos of her and Lin Xiaojuan, Tong Hua and Lin Xiaojuan.
Shen Qianshu opened his eyes and went to the kitchen to cook. Children's paintings were filmed today. The refrigerator's ingredients have always been very rich. She always buys them in time. It is said that the taste of children's paintings is similar to that of the night mausoleum.
The sweet and sour pork ribs that Night Ling likes are also the favorite of children's paintings.
Shen Qianshu was busy in the kitchen. The night mausoleum observed the room. The room of more than 170 square meters, four rooms, two halls and two bathrooms, was very spacious. The wall of the living room was made into a sinking bookshelf filled with books.
There are travel photography collections, humanities, modern novels and other reading materials. More are books on psychology, books on jewelry design and jewelry identification, and some parenting books and fairy tales. The classification is more complicated, especially for some psychology books. Almost all are original books, some are in English and some are in French.
“You went to the Art Institute of Paris and studied jewelry design.”
"Yes."
“Why not a jewelry designer, but a jewelry appraiser?” There are several collections of jewelry on the shelf, which is enough to prove her love.
Shen Qianshu has a stiff back.
After a while, smiled.
"As long as it is a job related to jewelry, I like it, and I also like jewelry identification."
Her tone is exceptionally sincere.
Shen Qianshu thinks of the fact that Guber has received the AG appraisal and hesitated slightly.
"Mr. Why did AG Jewelry come to Gublin to identify?" Shen Qianshu asked, some nervous, just regretted it when he asked. If Mr. said that it was for her, then how much, if it is self-love, then it is even more embarrassing.
Really... there is no common discourse between them.
I can only talk.
Shen Qianshu only wants to roar in the sky.
“After the opening of the international market in the year before AG, high-end jewellery was in a tight trend in Europe. Not all AG jewellery requires the Gublin certificate, private order and global limited. Some scarce goods require Guberal’s certificate.” The night faint said, “ The Gublin certificate is a double-edged sword. Inferior jewellery will naturally lower the price. If the purity is sufficient, Guberal can't pick anything wrong. The high-end jewelry market in Europe is eager for the Gullington certificate this year."
Shen Qianshu’s face was hot and hot, and her heart was dark. It’s really a lot of love for her. How could Mr. be for her?
Just thinking about it, the night mausoleum confirmed her charm.
"Of course, I chose Gublin, and there is also your reason." The night mausoleum looked at her indifferently. "I want a little princess, this is my sincerity."
"Sir, you want a daughter, and more women are on your bed, and they are willing to live for you for free."
Good luck, let me go, big brother!
"I only want you to be born." The night tomb was so angry.
(End of this chapter)
