Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

Chapter 473 National Little Son

The old lady took her around, almost sitting on her marriage with the night mausoleum. She was satisfied and proud, waiting for the night to come over and give her a good impression. I didn’t expect to be slap in the face and beat her. Turning his head and turning, he was almost angry and angry.

The old lady’s face was very bad. She gently patted Lu Mengxi’s hand. “You rest assured, I am the master.”

Lu Mengxi squeezed out a smile, without losing grace.

People whisper, don't know how many people, waiting to see jokes.

"Look, the children's paintings are coming."

"Wow, the national son, you said that the children's paintings have nothing to do with the night mausoleum. Is he and the night mausole a father and son?"

The night is holding the child's drawing and walking behind. If it is not that he is tall, he almost wants to hold him in the night, wrapped in thick, into the house, warm and warm, and the night is off the coat like a military coat. The jacket, this reveals a little gentleman dressed up in children's paintings, powder makeup jade, especially good-looking, the night a smile and half a squat, give him the snow on the collar, Yang Xiang, "Ginger soup?" ”

"Come on, come..." A maid came over with a bowl of **** soup. This is what the night told me on the road. The child's painting is cold. Holding **** soup is a little urgent, drink it. I feel that my body is warm.

Shen Qianshu touched his face. "Is it cold?"

"Not cold."

I have been staying in the car all the time, and I have to go a long way. The most fear is that the temperature difference is big, the child is squeamish, and the **** soup is always better.

The night's pets for children's paintings are at a glance.

In the splendid hall, it was quiet.

The night mausoleum holds Shen Qianshu, and the night is holding a child painting and greeting with the old lady at night. Lu Mengxi is the first time to look at the night tomb so close, the heart is mad, you can see the exquisite dressing of Shen Qianshu, and the heart will not endure. Live in anger and burn.

This sorrowful sinking tree.

"Grandma, happy new year!" said the night mausoleum.

The sound of the night is also very happy. "Grandma, happy new year."

At night, Feifei wanted to win over Lu Mengxi. When Shen Qianshu appeared, the eyes of Lu Qiming, who were so gracious, fell on Shen Qianshu. When she came back, she sang a fox in her heart and said with sneer, "Night Mausoleum, I am, you are It’s hard to let the old lady have a bad year. What kind of cats and dogs are brought to the house, don’t look at this place, can anyone come in?”

The night is always with a peach smile, a little cold, the child draws his hand, pulls the sleeves of the night tomb, and asks milk, "Oh, isn't this our home?"

"Yes!"

The children's paintings are shining with pure light. "Who is a guest, enjoying the host's hospitality, but pointing at the master, what is the truth?"

"I don't know how many!"

"Then can I chase her away?"

"can!"

Everyone, "..."

The guests almost doubted their ears.

The rhetoric of the outside world is hard to be true.

The child's painting screamed and shouted the effect of shocking the audience.

At night, Feifei was so angry that her face was blue and green. She grew up as the only daughter of the night family. She was favored from an early age, and she was favored by the old lady. She had never been so humiliated.

"What are you talking about, this is the night house, who are you, where are the wild children!"

The guests looked curiously at the lawsuit of the night house.

The night mausoleum was cold. "You have a bad look and your ears are awkward!"

The audience heard the children’s paintings shouting at the night.

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One in the morning! !

(End of this chapter)