Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

Chapter 108 is the disaster of moonlight

This question, how to answer, is not very beautiful.

"You are so happy, I am not too cool." The night Ling did not mind that she would not answer, her eyes were cold like ice, and the meat at the mouth was gone, no matter who clicked the doorbell. It doesn't work.

"Sir, I mean, the little princess said that the moonlight is not good tonight, and it is not appropriate to reincarnate."

Night Mausoleum, "..."

Shen Qianshu holds the face of the night tomb, and his voice is sincere. "Sir, the XX who does not care for the little princess is a waste of energy. Let's talk again."

The woman under her body is like a fish to be slaughtered. I didn’t expect this salted fish to turn over. The remarks that made me sullen and shameless made him speechless for a few seconds. Then he was annoyed by Shen Qianshu. Shen Qianshu even rolled the belt. Climb out of the small theater.

The action is really agile.

Shen Qianshu opened the door, and Zhong Huan led the child to stand at the door.

"Mummy?" Mommy really was in the devil's room.

The devil must have bullied Mommy.

Zhong Burning said, "The young master said that he would go back to find you. As a result, you are not there. He can't open the door. I think you can be here at the big and small, I will bring him over to find you."

The night mausoleum came out of the small theater, and the bell burned long ago to see that the cat was greasy. Miss Shen’s lips were smashed at first sight. The lips of the big and the young were actually bitten by a person. You went to Greece to talk about business, really not afraid of Loss face?

"How big is your lips?" It’s not too big to watch the fire, like discovering the New World.

Shen Qianshu’s ears are red, and she bet that the burning of the clock must be intentional.

The children's drawing patted the little palm on the side. "Wow, it's so good, the shape is very chic."

Shen Qianshu, "..."

Bell burning, "..."

Little Master, your reaction is different.

The night mausoleum sank, "roll!"

Child painting, "Chameleon, great, the story you told is a lie, he looks like a very unreasonable tyrant."

Shen Qianshu hurriedly pulled the children's drawings and slipped away.

This place should not be left for a long time.

The night Ling narrowed his eyes. "What did you say to him in a mess?"

"Large and small, I am highly appreciating your heroic martial arts, trying to give you points, raise wages?"

"roll!"

The bell burned and slipped, and the night tomb fell to the door.

The world is finally quiet.

Shen Qianshu returned to her room with a child's picture. The heart beats fiercely. She is like a little fox caught by the jungle. She is obviously afraid of death. In the face of unfamiliar environment, she can only make calm emotions.

The heart has long been chaotic.

It’s strange that the moonlight is too charming.

Yes, it is the fault of the moonlight.

Oh no, it's the reed's fault! ! !

She wants to complain.

The situation of the night mausoleum is not normal?

Just why did she not go?

She almost died.

"Mummy, your face is so red, have you had a fever?" asked the child painting, the child painting is a play, but after all, it is a child, who can understand the undercurrent of the waves between the adults but does not understand why.

Mommy looks very nervous.

"It's a bit hot." Shen Qianshu lowered the temperature of the air conditioner, plunged into the bathroom, unscrewed the faucet, and then took the water to his face.

It’s really hot.

She is going to stay away from the night tomb.

The children's paintings took the mobile phone and brushed their own microblogs. Lin Xiaojuan sent some of his tourist photos. After the photos were processed, Shen Qianshu gave him the shooting of the street shooting.

The following group of fans are screened.

The child painted his lips and how to stroll around himself. He wants to marry Mummy and let more people see the beauty of Mommy.

Well, just do it.

Excuse me, I have a fever at night, I have a deep sleep, just got up, I am sorry to be late, I will ring the next time.

(End of this chapter)