Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

Chapter 147, he is sick.

I thought that I was guilty of admitting my mistakes and reflecting on it. The night mausoleum was able to let go of myself. Who knows that the night tomb is more violent and more fierce, and the amber eyes are holding a storm, so I must drown her at any time.

Shen Qianshu was a little scared inexplicably, and almost glanced at the window.

The night is deep.

This subtle little movement is completely subconscious, but it is the most honest.

Like a knife, he poked the heart of the night tomb. Someone was holding the handle and twirling. The sharp blade smashed the heart.

The night tomb stood up suddenly, and the hurricane in his eyes set off a darkness.

A devastating darkness.

She regarded him as the devil in the night.

The night tomb kicked the table with a kick, and the tableware on the table fell off the ground and broke into slag. He was furious and arrogant, on the verge of collapse, more scary than in the small Turkish cinema that day. .

The living room is a mess.

Such as the earthquake scene.

"Shen Qianshu, you..." He couldn’t wait to unload the woman in front of him.

She really regarded him as a beast!

She subconsciously felt that he would hurt her.

damn it!

He worked hard, seven years, for what?

Just to control your emotions, no longer hurt her, will not hurt the little princess.

She always looks at him like a devil.

Shen Qianshu hurriedly stood up and gently blocked the children's paintings.

"Mr., Yang Xiaohua's business, I want to thank you and my children's paintings. If it weren't for you, my children's paintings may have to face a separation. If it weren't for you, children's paintings would not come back to me so quickly. So, I always wanted to be with Mr. Say thank you." Shen Qianshu stepped forward and took the hand of the night mausoleum. The palm of Shen Qianshu was very warm, like a light in the winter, shining on the snow.

She looked at the night mausoleum earnestly and sincerely, and the speed of speech was not fast or slow. Like a computer announcer, her hands clenched the hands of the night mausoleum. The night mausoleum held her hand and the force was almost big. Crushed her bones, hurting Shen Qianshu out of a cold sweat.

Children's paintings are scared.

what happened?

He is a sensitive and intelligent child. When he should not speak, he will never say a word.

The night mausoleum undulating, breathing heavy, eyes like to take a fire, Shen Qianshu also accidentally found the bracelet he wore.

To be honest, it is ugly.

In the middle of the black crystal is a small blue water like a mahjong stone.

I thought that the night mausoleum was just a fool of her to wear a day, but did not expect that he had been wearing it.

Shen Qianshu looked with a little smile, looked up at the night tomb, gentle and watery, "Mr., the bracelet is so beautiful, have you been wearing it all the time?"

Lalima stone is her heart to him.

Sir, I can't completely negate me because of an unconscious mistake.

When the night mausoleum touched the electricity, it broke the hand of Shen Qianshu. "Shen Qianshu, I really can't wait to kill you."

One hundred.

The night mausoleum fell violently on the door, and the floor was shaken. Shen Qianshu suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. The child painted around her, and suddenly saw the hand of Shen Qianshu's white hand, the red fingerprint.

That hurts a lot.

In the eyes of the child, there is a haze.

I only hate that I am too young to protect her.

"Children's paintings, don't be angry, it's Mommy's fault." Shen Qianshu said softly, "It's my fault."

The child's painting was distressed by Shen Qianshu's hand. "Mummy, what happened to him?"

(End of this chapter)