Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

Chapter 488 The Temperament of the Night Mausoleum

"Yes, it’s not clean, people are not..."

"How do you treat the night mausoleum, I can't control it, Shen Qianshu mother and son, you can't move." The man said faintly, "You can be a warning!"

The old lady’s face changed slightly. “You... still care about the life and death of Shen Qianshu’s mother and son?”

"She is a ghost town, born in a ghost town, died in a ghost town, and can't get outsiders to intervene." The man got up and his thin body looked sick. "I am leaving."

The man walked away lightly and did not attract anyone's attention. He left the other path and there was already an armored car waiting outside. The man told him, "Remove everyone back. Thousand trees are in, don't start." ”

"Yes!"

The man narrowed his eyes and turned the ring on his hand slightly. The cold white face was extremely indifferent, as if there was no one's emotions.

The New Year’s snow is fascinating and it’s been a day.

From the night house, the snow is getting bigger and bigger, they are almost the last group of people to go, after the lively banquet is a cold silhouette, everywhere is a plain sky.

Shen Qianshu stood under the snow and couldn't help but reach out. "The snow is getting bigger."

"Go, go home!"

Back to Roeburg, the warmth of the children's drawing, while taking off the clothes, I can't wait to kneel in front of the closet, and the red-hot nose is always better. "This weather is best for growing mushrooms at home."

Shen Qianshu can't smile, "Mummy goes to give you a bath, you take a shower."

"it is good!"

The night mausoleum holds a photo album in his hand, which seems to be taken back from the old house. The children's paintings are somewhat curious and reach out. "Well, can you watch?"

That is a photo album that is not too thin.

"No!"

"stingy!"

Night Mausoleum took the photo album back to the study room. This is a locked album. He has a slight password lock. This is his photo album when he was three years old and eight years old at night. He was locked after he was eight years old. Almost no longer opened, the bed at the bottom of his room has been hidden, he treasured, but resisted.

Those dusty memories, never-ending pain, have been blocked in memory.

Such as this album!

Night Mausole put the photo album on the shelf.

After Shen Qianshu put water on the children's paintings, he wanted to go to the warm room to pick a bunch of flowers and put them in the room of the children's painting. However, he encountered an English short in the warm room. The weather was too cold. He was pitifully frozen and gave a poor jealousy. Sound, Shen Qianshu was taken aback, hurriedly picked him into the house, the kitten was dirty, very poor, Shen Qianshu wrapped it in a sweater to warm it, put it in front of the fireplace, it relied on the palm of Shen Qianshu, Shen Qianshu The heart is soft.

Zhong Rong saw that she brought back a cat, was shocked, her face changed, and hurried past, "Miss Shen, hurry to throw it out."

"Why?" Shen Qianshu is puzzled. This cold winter, this cat is obviously a small milk cat. It must be frozen to death. This cat is so cute, how can she bear it.

Zhong burning greeted her condemned eyes, a little embarrassed, "big and small do not like pets."

"I don't like it, I don't have to throw it out. I didn't say I have to raise a cat."

"In short, you must throw it out, don't let the big and small see it."

The sound of the night tomb came from behind, "What does not let me see?"

The bell burns back and the back is stiff. Shen Qianshu smiles brightly and holds the little milk cat in the sweater. "Sir, I have a cat outside, is it cute?"

The little milk cat has a glazed eye, but I don't know why, looking pitifully at the night tomb.

The night of the mausoleum changed greatly, and he screamed, "Whoever let the cat come in, throw it out!"

(End of this chapter)