MTL - Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories-Chapter 94 Pamukkale Cry
Chapter 94: Pamukkale Cry
A few people got along, Shen Qianshu found that this group of black people is very honest, that is, when they are quiet bodyguards, there are not many people talking, and they will not deliberately embarrass them. The demands on them, as long as they are reasonable, all agree.
Won the heart of children's paintings.
Izmir is a city next to the Aegean Sea. The style is completely different from that of Antalya. Shen Qianshu and children's paintings are still living next to the Aegean Sea. They are very simple everyday, carrying backpacks and wandering around the city. When you are tired, you will rest, the depths of the city, the language is unreasonable, and no one in the group will speak Turkish. Many people in Turkey do not speak English, but they do not affect the fun of children's paintings and Shen Qianshu.
Children's paintings are their own Raiders, they are played all over the city, and they are delicious.
The black man found that this young master looks like a delicate bag. In fact, he is not squeamish at all. He is a type of people who talk a lot. The smile is a good face, but it is not good at all. Compared with Miss Shen. The temper is simply too good.
Except for the first day of being unfamiliar, in the next few days they were rotated by one person, or two people, not so conspicuous.
The children's painting even bought them four sets of clothes and ordered them to change.
When they put it on, the look is very humiliating.
"You call me a young master, I am your master, the master let you streaking, you have to listen, let you change clothes, what opinions?" Children's paintings are young, but the momentum is enough, the black people have no choice but to change leisure. clothes.
"Miss Shen, from tomorrow, we have to follow you all the way." A black man said.
"Why?" Shen Qianshu was puzzled, and all four followed them, which was really eye-catching.
"In the past few days, I think someone followed us." He frowned. "It may be that I have a lot of heart, but in order to prevent it, just follow it."
Shen Qianshu and Tong Pu looked at each other.
They are simply traveling.
Do you want to play so much?
Can you play happily?
She can offend anyone, that is, one or two men every day to confess to being rejected, and at most, the children’s paintings are just a few fights with a few child stars.
After Izmir’s journey, I went to Pamukkale.
Shen Qianshu and Tonghua are planning to spend a day in Pamukkale. Pamukkale is like a paradise. It is incredibly beautiful. The natural hot springs are light blue, which is connected to a large terrace. It is beautiful.
It is a pity that there are too many people.
Shen Qianshu and Tonghua took off their shoes, put them aside, walked along the cliffs, and stepped on the hot spring water, but it was comfortable.
The hot spring pool is a cliff path, a simple path, basically no protection, the other side is a steep landslide, it is very beautiful to see the hotel under the mountain. Four black men followed behind them, occasionally taking pictures of them and recording videos. The two men were always watching the passing tourists and guarding them steadily.
Shen Qianshu and Tonghua went halfway, took some very beautiful photos of the children's paintings, and sent them directly to Lin Xiaojuan, letting her send a draft to the children's paintings. When she was halfway through, she took the children's paintings and went back. When she reached halfway, she suddenly became amazed.
A young man accidentally slipped, and there were many people returning to the city. Shen Qianshu took the children's picture and waited behind him. This path can pass a person, not anxious. Suddenly she felt that there was a brute force behind her. Shen Qianshu did not stand firm, his feet slipped, and he panicked and pushed the children's paintings to the inside.
"Mummy!" The children's drawing screams.
Let's take a look at the first chapter, good night, when you come back for three days, the tragedy, you can finally turn over. If you like this book, remember to collect your message, (*^__^*)
Night neuropathy islanding...
(End of this chapter)
