Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

Chapter 370 Her Large Pillow

A chicken flies and a dog jumps, Shen Qianshu pats a small palm to watch a play, and there is no meaning for a little help. Just look at the childish hands of the father and son. I have the cakes covered with each other.

The dreamy little princess birthday scene she prepared was jumped by their chickens and dogs, and the sofa was covered with cream.

Shen Qianshu stood up and put all the balloons on the wall. The balloons were all gathered in the ceiling. The dreamy space was romantic. She looked at the night tomb and the children's paintings.

The night tomb grabbed a handful of cream and suddenly fell into a thousand trees.

Shen Qianshu, "..."

Lying in the trough, I am a baby eating melon, watching the drama, why not let me go?

This can not bear the fish!

The three people in the living room came to me and spoiled a big cake.

Zhonghuan and Ada watched the surveillance side and revealed the kind smile of the old aunt. If it is the daily life of the big and the young, the Lutheran can give them double the salary, hehe! !

The ending of playing crazy is that Shen Qianshu packed up the living room, it is almost twelve o'clock, the father and son duo, one person to open an international video conference, one person screaming and sleeping.

She is also exhausted and can be regarded as a perfect birthday.

Just thinking about it, the bed next to him pressed the man down, and the nightlings took her into her arms. He had just taken a shower and had the same aroma as her, warm and very good, on the clothes. It was also a clear breath, and she closed her eyes slightly, and there was a heart that could not be said.

Both were silent, his hands on her waist, tightly tightened.

"Shen Qianshu..." Thanks for saying a word, he said that she was on her hair and gently dropped a kiss. "Sleep."

Shen Qianshu, "..."

Losing her, she thought that the night cemetery was open. If I want to say something warm, I really want to think more.

Hey, she is his big pillow.

The next day, always dressed, dressed handsome night Ling, chose a white V-neck T-shirt, pure black Burberry short windbreaker, waist tight, model figure is perfect, with a pair of white shoes, gone The casual style is more handsome and handsome than wearing a formal dress. The child painted his eyes and blinked his eyes early in the morning. He thought indignantly that some people used beautiful men every day.

Heart machine! !

Heart machine! ! !

The sleeve of this trench coat is a nine-point sleeve, not long, perfectly set off the three-year rope bracelet and watch on his wrist, breaking the stereotyped antique image of Shen Qianshu when he first saw the night tomb.

There are some classical temperament in the night mausoleum, perhaps because of the British sentigator Luther, the old butler always dressed him in the medieval gentleman, coming in the wind, with an old-fashioned atmosphere, but now it is hundred To change the image of a young man, the style of wearing is very fashionable, young, and he is more handsome.

How can a 28-year-old young man dress up to the medieval European and American gentlemen.

Too violent.

"Sir, you are so handsome today."

The night mausoleum faintly sighed, it was picked up her praise, took a small computer and went out, Shen Qianshu was deeply pressured, and a phone call to Lin Xiaojuan, "Baby, are we going shopping today?"

Lin Xiaojuan, "I have to talk about things in the morning and I have time in the afternoon."

"Shopping in the afternoon."

"it is good!"

The child was painted next to him, once again gracefully turned a white eye and said with anger, "traitor!"

(End of this chapter)