Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

Chapter 815, I want to be cold war with you.

The night is quiet.

Today's Roeburg, the atmosphere is exceptionally unusual.

The night tombs are cultivated during this time. Most of the time, they will read in the living room. Their family of three is very tacit. There will be several hours of gathering time in the evening. The night to read books, children's paintings, and Shen Qianshu look at the design.

The hamburger cat is at the foot of the children's painting, and occasionally the night lingering over the hair. The father and the son will talk back and lift the bar. In short, it is very lively.

The living room tonight is cold, not a bit popular.

The children's drawing sleeps early, his work routine has always been very regular, he has been asleep at 12 o'clock, Shen Qianshu can't sleep, and he looks at his son's sleeping face, how can he not get tired, but fortunately, she has been around her for several years. Keep him so good.

The burger cleverly squatted on the pillow of the children's drawing and snorted.

Inside the castle, it was quiet.

There is a floral fragrance in the air.

The night mausoleum opened the door silently. Shen Qianshu picked up his eyelids and glanced at him. His eyes returned to the children's paintings. In fact, she lied with the children's paintings. She was a little angry. She had a child painting in her life. Raising him safely, she almost hollowed out her mind.

But in exchange for him did not like it.

She knows that the feelings of the night mausoleum are indifferent, and the only warmth is on her body. For the night, the night court brothers are not so affectionate, but she still does not understand, and she does not get a trace of soothing.

He likes their son.

The night tomb came over and looked at her condescendingly.

"go back."

"No!" Shen Qianshu looked up at him. "Sir, I am not kidding. I am really angry."

She just doesn't want to let the children's paintings know.

“What can be angry?”

"Why don't you like him?" Shen Qianshu asked, "I have been raised like a heart. Over the years, even if I have given up a little, he will not live today. Do you know how scared I am? With my own self-esteem, I have no desire to ask for a person. Maybe I can't live without a child's painting. If I had a bad thought in the past, I really didn't give in. He died unfortunately. Today, I know the truth. Do you think I can still live?"

The night mausoleum is silent, and it radiates a cold air. Except for Shen Qianshu, he does not like it. Even his son is the same. He hates all the people who will take away the love of Shen Qianshu. Lin Xiaojuan, child painting, he does not like it. .

Reasonable, in these years, Lin Xiaojuan and children's paintings are everything for her.

However, the reason is not here to him.

Shen Qianshu stared at him deeply. "If the child painting is a girl, would you like it?"

"do not know."

He is not!

He can't answer the hypothetical question.

"Sir, you don't like children's paintings, is it because..."

Have you never thought of children's paintings as your own son?

You are thinking about living, because the little princess, but you have not thought about it, it will be your child, you even hate the child, isn't it? But she didn't dare to ask, and she couldn't ask.

This is the scar of the night tomb, and it will also make the night tomb.

He doesn't like children because he thinks... children are not his, they are another night cemetery. They are two people, two people who don't recognize each other, but this is contradictory in itself. For Shen Qianshu, they are A person.

This topic is a taboo. She hastily lowered her head and did not dare to let the night to see her emotions, but she was also sensitive to the turmoil in the air.

(End of this chapter)