MTL - Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories-Chapter 74 The style of painting becomes like a tornado
Chapter 74: The style of painting becomes like a tornado
Yuling looked at the little baby in front of her, she was beautiful and smart, and her little age was very calm. After all, she was still a child, and she could not pose a threat to him. However, he had a subtle suspicion.
Really not his kind?
Looking left and right, it is his genetics.
Forget it, the clock has been checked, there is nothing to doubt, perhaps because of the heart, a person's heart has affected too many things, after all, he has the heart of his little princess in his body, so think, just accept it.
The servants retreat from the house, no one is close, the black bodyguards stand far away, and the living room has only the night tomb and children's paintings.
"I don't like you," said the children's painting.
The night Chu looked at him coldly. "Coincident, I don't like you either."
Look at the two looks tired!
Anyone who takes away the attention of Shen Qianshu, he wants to destroy.
Except his little princess.
"Mummy's favorite person is me."
"Kill you?" The suffocation of the nightling body is even stronger. The little fart boy in front of him is really unsightly. He has no heart to poke his pain, and he can’t wait to throw it out and shoot two shots.
"You do not dare."
"Kid, wait for you to grow up, come and call me again, now... you are not qualified, I can't touch a finger." The night mausoleum looked at him indifferently, since it was not a little princess, just abuse.
"You are a bad guy." Tong draws a normal child mode for a second, with a packet of tears in his eyes, full of complaints. "You will bully Mommy as soon as you appear, scared Mommy to hide from you, you don't I know what day we have lived. There was only one girl in the poor dinner. Mommy was reluctant to eat. All of them were given to me. Fresh vegetables were left to me. She could only eat leftovers. She was sick and didn’t dare to see a doctor. I have to spend a dollar on flowers. I am in poor health. I have always needed money for treatment. Mommy is being beaten by people for me. It is very hard. She is so poor, you still bully her..."
The children’s paintings cry when they cry, and the tears are falling.
Night Mausoleum, "..."
This picture, there is a mystery.
"Bad boy, played." Night Mauss pierced the misfortune of child painting, perhaps the event is real, but it is definitely not as terrible as she said, Shen Qianshu, this character, definitely not to suffer, but also beaten?
The children painted a tear and screamed at the night. "You are such a mean childish ghost, my mom will not like you."
"I don't need her to like it."
A child's drawing, hey, isn't he chasing Mommy?
"She just needs to return the little princess to me."
"..." The child's round eyes glared at him, very angry, and he thought that this violent man liked Mommy. He also planned that if Mommy liked him, he would endure peaceful coexistence, who knows that he actually It is for children.
Slag!
"You won't do it."
Too slag.
The night tomb and the children's paintings are big eyes and small eyes. The atmosphere is the same as the mystery. The children's paintings are burning with flames. They only complain that their strength is too small and they can't protect them from tearing him.
I am so angry! !
This is the most annoying man since he has remembered.
Shen Qianshu’s ex-boyfriends, he hates, can be good, can live in peace, this hateful man, he can not stand, can not coexist peacefully, he is not really true to Mommy, just want Mommy to have a sister.
Slag male.
Bastard!
The children's paintings took a deep breath and set aside their legs. They decided not to talk to the night mausoleum. They were angry when they saw the night mausoleum. They were angry when they talked. They were very glaring and detrimental to his gentlemanly manner. He is a good son of the people. How can such a person be set from time to time? Fried hair.
At the end of the event, you should also keep a good habit of making regular book reviews. The qualified babies go to the top post to find the administrator. Everyone can write a small theater. Hey, fly home tomorrow, and get home at two o'clock in the middle of the night. ,╮(╯▽╰)╭
(End of this chapter)
