MTL - Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories-Chapter 76 Shen Qianshu and Night Mausoleum
Chapter 76 Shen Qianshu and Night Mausoleum
"Oh..." The children’s paintings screamed arrogantly, dug the pits to the younger brother, and the doors did not.
Shen Qianshu hurried to the villa, and the black people outside occupied the posts. No one blocked her. She entered the villa without any hindrance. I thought that the children's paintings and the night tombs would be in conflict. The children's paintings are not a good character. It is even more violent, her baby son will be bullied.
Who knows that she is worried about breaking into the living room and seeing the children's paintings holding the mobile phone to play the game, the dried fruit dried fruit is constantly rushing to the mouth, and the teammates are full of enthusiasm, and the little fan of the side is asking him to play the game, being painted by children. Ruthless rejection.
It’s a hard-to-find picture.
"You look like a stupid teammate, I only take my mommy position, no pit goods."
"Your mommy must also be pitted."
"I will endure my mommy, I want to lie on the king. Now I have to work hard to get one. Maybe after seven years, the game has not closed down. I am optimistic about you."
Bell burning, "..."
Shen Qianshu, "...children's painting!"
"Mummy!" The children's painting lost the mobile phone, ran over, and appropriately became a frightened meat ticket. The small abacus was screaming and screaming. Zhong Rong took his mobile phone and played the game.
He is so smart, watching the young master play for a while, feeling the essence.
"Are you OK?"
"He is so fierce." The child's painting reveals a poor look. "He yells at me, yells at me, and threatens to kill me, Mommy, he is terrible, let's stay away from him."
Shen Qianshu caressed his son's face, and the fear in his heart finally dissipated. She could not understand the character of the night mausoleum. He was too volatile.
He doesn't like children's paintings even more.
If the children's paintings say that, if there is moisture, 80% must be true.
Night Mausole... What do you want to do?
"There is Mommy, you won't have anything to do." Shen Qianshu said that he was very distressed. In just ten days, he was tied twice because of her.
"Mummy..."
Shen Qianshu was thinking about how to deal with the night mausoleum, but could not think of a good way.
It's too tricky.
All the cleverness and routines are based on the same strength.
If the strength gap is too big, all the routines, cleverness will no longer exist.
The rest, only crushed.
"Zhong burning, is your family small?"
The boy burned into a net addiction teenager, his head did not lift up, pointing to the upstairs, "study room, turn left and go left, the second room."
Shen Qianshu got up and went to find the night tomb. The children's drawing was a little scared for Mommy's loss. After all, the night tomb seemed so fierce.
"Your owner..."
"Little Master, you can rest assured that this person is good and does not kill."
Child painting, "..."
You seem to tease me.
The children's paintings were not written in the eyes of me, I heard you crap, and then saw the clock burning in his game, fluttering past, just his Di Renjie was cut to death by the orange right Jing, suddenly angry, "You are stupid. How can you be killed by Orange Right Jing, and so on, 9-9? That is to say, you didn't get a single head and sent the other 7 people?"
The bell burned over the ass. "Little Master, don't be excited."
On the second floor, Shen Qianshu went upstairs.
The villa is very large, there is a small overpass, connected to a small villa, there is a room for the maid's room and bodyguards. The night mausoleum stands by the hand, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the lake outside, Shen Qianshu knocked on the door. Knocked, went in.
"Night Mausoleum, what do you tie the children's paintings?"
(End of this chapter)
