Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

Chapter 325, Talk about Little Fairy on the line

This quiet space, the heartbeat is too obvious.

"Sir, are you going to Iceland, is it going to work?"

"Ok."

"The scenery over there is so beautiful."

"Ok."

“Are you traveling for so long every time?”

"Ok."

Asked and answered, Shen Qianshu wants to vomit, can you give me more words? I have tried to pull the topic, why can't you expand and diverge, so aw, how do we chat happily?

Every time I can talk about the sadness of the day.

Fortunately, she used to talk to him.

Seven years ago, seven years later, it was still.

"Sir, have you invited a stylist?"

"No." He concentrated on giving her medicine.

"Then you match it yourself? It’s very eye-catching. Every time you dress up, it’s very handsome."

The night mausoleum looked up silently and looked at her coldly. The little face of Shen Qianshu’s red flutter was all appreciated. The skin that had been bathed, the blown bullets could be broken, and people wanted to go up and pinch. The eyelids flashed and the simulation was good.

"Sir, are you not feeling well? The face looks very bad." When I saw it in the warehouse that day, it was a cold face. She was always in the heart of a childish painting, and she didn't care much about him.

The nightlings handed a meal and said faintly, "I didn't sleep well."

"Why don't you go up and see a children's picture?"

"What can be seen."

He is lying down, how do you think? Also play a soothing agent, huh, huh, not a little princess!

"Looking good." Shen Qianshu said, "He has suffered bitter this time. It is also a coincidence. How can Jonner have a bodyguard with a lung cough, and he is not afraid of getting sick?"

"If you have a lung and cough, I won't dislike him."

"If the bell is heard, he will be very pleased."

Night Mausoleum, "..."

He snorted and didn't answer. He was a dark guard for him for more than ten years. If he got sick, he was abandoned. Didn't he feed the dog for more than ten years? Speaking of this matter, Shen Qianshu himself began to expand the topic. "Mr. I am really embarrassed to say it. I didn't expect to identify a piece of jewelry. I can still cause a big disaster with my own true ability. There is no sign in advance."

"You can rest assured that he will pay the price." Yuling said that no one can go unpunished after hurting him.

"I heard that he...will not be convicted."

"I won't be guilty, but he will still pay the price!" Yuling said, he raised his eyes and held her ankle in one hand. He said, "I have a way to let him pay the price, you can rest assured." ”

“Is it going to be troublesome?”

"No!" The sound of the night mausoleum was cold, and the kind of indifference that was dismissive, almost broke the barrier.

Shen Qianshu settled down a few times. He said that he can solve it, then he can solve it. He is very trustworthy! She hated Jonah, and the children's paintings almost disappeared. When she abandoned the warehouse, she was frightened and frightened. She couldn't wait to hate anyone. Whoever blamed, only had a distressed son.

Now that I have revisited this matter, I hate it.

Why did it be evil, and with its own status, it will be able to go unpunished, and the prince will break the law and sin against the people.

The touch of the cotton swab was slightly poked to her wound. Shen Qianshu slightly licked her teeth. The night Ling frowned and glanced at her, gave up the cotton swab, rubbed some ointment with her fingers, and gently applied her wound.

Shen Qianshu's wound was filled with electricity, itchy and itchy, and he hurriedly held his wrist. "Sir, let me come."

(End of this chapter)