Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

Chapter 530 My son is still very soft

Shen Qianshu couldn't be stunned at night, the bell burned almost a pack of cigarettes, and the hall was extremely quiet. They were waiting for the news anxiously. Shen Qianshu couldn't imagine what happened to the night mausoleum. The bell suddenly asked, "Miss Shen, you have seen the lady. Is it a portrait?"

"Yeah!" Shen Qianshu is absent-minded.

Bell burning, "I will show you a photo of the old gentleman."

On Shen Qianshu’s cell phone, there was a photo of the age. Shen Qianshu slightly widened his eyes. The face and the night tomb of this person are very similar to the mother of the night tomb. At first glance, the three people almost look the same. The temperament is not the same.

"This……"

"Mrs. and Mr. Old, they are almost the same."

“Is this accidental?” Shen Qianshu felt that the amount of information was slightly larger and his head was blown up.

The bell swayed and shook his head. "It was the lady who turned herself into the old gentleman. He saw the portrait of his wife in Luther's sketch. Her original looks are more national and fragrant."

Shen Qianshu, "..."

To what extent is this going crazy, will you turn yourself into a lover?

This lover has lost her.

What is it like to make up his appearance?

Hate, or love?

Thinking is extremely fearful.

Shen Qianshu is also the first person to encounter such obsession and madness. It is a bit scary.

If the night mausoleum was raised by her, she was a terrible thing.

"Miss Shen, the bell is burning, there is news, the auction house in Johannesburg publicly auctioned our original diamond." A black man hurried.

"What?" Zhong burning stood up, "Who is the holder?"

"Jona!"

"How could it be Jonah, isn't he already dead?"

"He used gold cockroaches to shell, and people are still alive. This time, the original diamond was that he was robbed. The disappearance of the big and the young is related to his estimation. What should I do?"

The burning of the clock is cold, "Get your hands ready!"

"Wait a minute!" Shen Qianshu suddenly said, "Mr. is in the hands of others, can not act rashly."

The child's drawing slowly descended from the spiral staircase, faintly said, "Mummy is right!"

The bell turned to look at the children's paintings. He slept and his spirit was much better. "Little Master, Miss Shen, do you have any thoughts?"

"There are a lot of people who are interested in this diamond. It is a lot of fire. You have to check it out. What kind of people will participate in this bidding." The children have a well-thought-out picture. "We have to follow this line and find 爹Ground, hard fight doesn't make sense!"

Others are small, but speaking is very weighty.

After all, it is the heir recognized by the night mausoleum.

Although he did not know that the people around the night tomb, they were tacit.

The child painted a sneer, "I said, weeding to remove the roots, otherwise the spring breeze will be born again!"

Shen Qianshu, "..."

She looked at her completely strange son. She had a feeling that she was not real. She couldn’t help but smile and pinched on his face. Well, my son is still very soft, so it’s good, um, that’s very it is good.

"Jonner alone, it is impossible to take it away so easily and smoothly. There must be other forces behind him. Now the city is looking for us. Going out is killing, the bell is burning, Johannesburg is so big, he wants to hide one. It’s not so easy to be a big living person who is not very obedient. I always find clues. As for me and Mommy, let’s go to the auction house in person!”

The children's paintings are cold and compelling, with a sense of persecution of the prestige.

The clock is burning, "Would you like to go to the auction house?"

(End of this chapter)