Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

Chapter 344 I am not calm

"I have not calmed down!" The child looked at Shen Qianshu with a blank expression. The night mausoleum came out from the master bedroom and wore a big swing. There was no conscious self-consciousness. The eyebrows were like the early autumn days, cold and frosty. The fitted casual wear lined him up like a jade, which is very beautiful.

The child painted heavily on the cup and stretched a small face. Shen Qianshu patted the palm of his hand. "You want to live together peacefully!"

Shen Qianshu was quick and easy to pick up his bag. "I am at work, two grandfathers, eat slowly!"

She sneaked faster than the rabbit, and sneaked deep quintessence. She did not give them a chance to respond to the father and son. The man left the door. By the way, he left a key to the night cemetery on the shoe cabinet. And the children's paintings, both look tired.

"No wonder the little man made a nightmare, it turned out that the family really entered the big devil."

"Boy, I saved you."

"With such a big man, I’m still swearing, I’m not a shame!”

"Knowing the report, the basic principle of being a man."

"Oh, hey, you don't please me, I want to chase my mommy, look at my little girl, think beautiful!"

"Zhong Burning has helped you find an expert in the heart of the United States. You will be in the country in a few days. You will arrange the itinerary and vacate the time. He will give you a comprehensive inspection."

The children’s paintings are awkward, aren’t they very happy? Why are you suddenly coming to such a serious statement, making Xiaoye a little lacking?

Can you follow the routine! ! ! !

The child painted his finger and clicked on the table. "Is the bell burning so good to me?"

Xiaoye is a little scared.

The night tomb is cold, and the children’s eyes are sinking. “Jona, what are you going to do?”

"What do you want to do?" The night mausoleum leaned back slightly, and the two slender legs overlapped slightly, and the posture was elegant and calm, with a pair of stable and victorious appearances.

The child painted a sigh of relief, "I want him to die!"

The night mausoleum was slightly sinking and did not answer.

The child painted a cold smile. "I can't live much. I don't want to leave a hidden danger to Mommy after I die. This person is a tough guy. At the same time, he must report, the grass does not remove the roots, and the spring breeze blows again!" ”

This is not like a seven-year-old child who would say something. It would be like a person who has been in power on the gangster for many years. What he did, the style of his work is slanted, and his face is also strong.

“Sink Qianshu know your nature?”

Ping fashion is cute and easy to fry. It is a child's appearance, but it is a little demon. He is smart, hard-hearted, and will be a sly character when he grows up. If you were born in the underworld, it would be a small demon who killed the fruit.

This is in line with his expectations, the soft and cute little princess is set to leave the world.

When heirs, it is not bad.

The children's drawing slowly put down the chopsticks and smiled at the night tomb. "Hey, what are you talking about? People are still a baby!"

Night Mausoleum, "..."

Turning your face is faster than flipping a book.

Sure enough, I hate it! ! !

Zhong burning and Ada waited downstairs, seeing their father and son go downstairs together, the bells burned the face of the old father, and there was a kind of big and small to finally get the comfort of the young master. The next second child painting poked his dream

"Zhong burning, your family's temper is not good, you can't wait, you will be thrown into my house, you are doing beautiful!"

(End of this chapter)