Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

Chapter 121 has two bitterness in life.

The little boy painted in a small shop and teased the little turtle, knowing nothing.

He is a good student with different talents. The last time he kissed, he had no rules. He only knew that he had plundered wildly. This time he had learned the skills and temptations. With her, he fell into his breath, and Shen Qianshu was against his chest. Forced to push him away, the night tomb bite on her lips, Shen Qianshu suffered.

"Ah..." Her lips were bright and seductive, with water shining, causing sin, Shen Qianshu glaring at him, and her lips were numb, which was not bitten. "What do you bite me?"

very painful.

"It hurts?"

"nonsense."

"I don't hurt."

Shen Qianshu, "..."

What does biting her do?

do not know.

It is said that in the infancy, the human mind is not open, and it is a symbol of love that you like to hold everything in your hand and put it in your mouth.

The children’s painting came out of the shop and waved, “Mummy, Mommy...”

Shen Qianshu took a look at the night tomb and went to the children's painting. The night to see the bracelet with satisfaction.

Ugly is ugly.

Well, he doesn't want to give up.

The children painted some small ornaments and bought more than a dozen in one breath.

One of them is said to be an antique. Shen Qianshu feels that it must be slaughtering people. It seems that children are so stupid and rich, and children’s paintings like to go to the heart. The night mausoleum is in a good mood, brushed the card and spent 300,000 lire.

The group was so sullen, they were all in the small streets of the grandfather and grandmother, spending 500,000 lire and serving the full-time consumer champion.

"Thigh!" The little boy painted the thigh of the night tomb. "I decided not to marry you for an hour."

What is the festival, temporarily locked up at home.

This day has passed very fast, and the children's paintings have a good harvest and a very happy mood.

As soon as the night Mausoleum returned to the hotel, Zhong Huan took the phone and said, "Large and small, the phone of Major Mu Yuan."

The night Ling took the phone, Major Mu Yuan did not know what to say, and the night tomb was twisted. "I know, I will pass."

Night Ling hung up the phone, "Prepare the helicopter."

"Yes!"

The night mausoleum went very hurriedly. He did not say hello to Shen Qianshu's mother and son. Shen Qianshu knew that he was leaving. It was late at night. She was going to sleep. A text message was sent from the night tomb. I went to Greece.

What?

When Laozi takes a bath, do you cross the border?

The child painted today's physical exhaustion, fell asleep early, and quilted with a quilt, and Shen Qianshu could not sleep.

She gave an expression to the night mausoleum.

A **** expression.

Even if I leave, I will say a word to her, and I will leave without a word.

Do they still have a day of travel?

It’s true that friendship is as thin as paper.

The night tomb did not return to the news, Shen Qianshu simply shut down, the quilt pulled, sleep.

However, I could not fall asleep.

Over and over, a little insomnia.

It is like a layer of paper, so it is hidden in the heart, not wanting to puncture, she has always been blind, heart-stricken, night Ling did not marry her, and now, she still wants to pretend.

Love is not allowed, life is bitter.

Lost and lost, life is bitter.

She has tasted it.

Unforgettable.

Seven years ago, she fell in love with the night tomb, but brought her back to the country.

Seven years ago, she got the treasure of God's gift, but she was cruelly taken away.

She thought she didn't dare to touch again.

This is an old wound in old age. It has been **** for seven years, and it cannot be seen or touched.

For the rest of her life, she wants to take a child's picture and live comfortably.

She does not want to admit that she hates the night mausoleum. Once she admits, what she has lost and what she has lost will become a joke, so she pretends not to hate.

Pretending, pretending, for a long time, she took it seriously.

Shen Qianshu turned over and his fingers touched the cheeks of the children's paintings.

Mommy is enough for you.

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