Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

Chapter 620, you swindle, I am obedient

Shen Qianshu slept very unsteadily and stumbled. It seemed to have a dream. Someone held her hand. The familiar feeling made her heart, heart, and extra peace. Just like the night tomb has never left, just beside her, the pain on the chest seems to have slowed down. She and Gu Yuanli struggled, the guns lost their heads, hit the chest, but fortunately, they returned a Life, she only wants to make all the grievances and Gu Yuanli a knot, but I did not expect to lose my life, she still has children's paintings to take care of, but I don't plan to pay for the family of three for Gu Yuanli.

"Sir..." She muttered, her eyebrows were tight, and after the anesthesia, the wound was very painful. Shen Qianshu saw a familiar figure sitting on her bed. He gently stroked her wound, amber eyes. A pain, thin anger, Shen Qianshu instantly grievances, sore nose, could not help but hold his hand spoiled, "Sir, I hurt, you hold me."

The night of the mausoleum was so violent, it seemed that it was exhausted, and there was no explosion. She looked at her deeply. Shen Qianshu couldn’t help but fall down and grievances. "You refuse to hold me, do you hate me?" ”

The night sighed and sighed. It seemed to be a compromise. He lowered his body and hugged her. Shen Qianshu raised his hands and felt pain. There was an illusion in his dreams. Is it in a dream? Why is her wound so so painful in her dreams?

She hugged his neck, exhausted all his strength, and felt sad in his heart. The gentleman was in a dream, so warm.

"It hurts."

The night mausoleum took a deep breath, "It should be."

Shen Qianshu smiled and said something, but it was sour. "Value, you are willing to come to my dream."

After he died, he refused to dream.

The old man often said that if a person does not pay attention to his death, he will grieve and refuse to enter the dream.

She is afraid that the living beings will be riddled with grievances and their age will be reduced. She has never dreamt of the Lingling.

More confirmed one thing, he died.

Yes, there are no little princesses in my heart, how can I look at them.

"Sir, my wound hurts, you kiss me, are you?"

In the darkness, the night gaze was very deep. He looked deeply at Shen Qianshu. Her tearful appeal was unstoppable. He bowed his head and kissed her lips, adding to the strength, as strong and affectionate in memory. Returning the French kiss she once taught to her teacher, the tears in the corner of Shen Qianshu’s eyes, this dream, too real, true to her, she also has the illusion of schizophrenia.

A strong French kiss ended, the night mason slightly against her forehead, shortness of breath, and tried to restrain.

"I warn you, don't do stupid things."

His voice is very embarrassing, and there is no lingering after a deep kiss. This is a man who eats chocolate and is not so sweet. His words are like engraving on her bones. The threat of evil spirits, "Have you heard?"

Shen Qianshu has a pain in the wound, a distressed heart, and a nerve pain. Nowhere is it comfortable. It hurts to the extreme, and the bones are born. "Sir, you are dead, you can't manage me, you have the ability, you will swindle."

If you swindle, I will obey.

Otherwise, I will use my own way to avenge you!

"Shen Qianshu!" He angered and screamed, his voice cold, "You are looking for death!"

Shen Qianshu grievances and cried instantly. "Hello, you are dead, and you are bullying me!"

(End of this chapter)