Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

Chapter 911 Shang Fang Baojian Little Princess

The bell burned cold and I saw the ghost look and stunned.

"Roll, roll..." The two personalities of the night mausoleum began to struggle fiercely. He was sorely twitching, and his mind was like a melee. Every second was like a knife. He was screaming at him, and the night mausoleum was in pain. .

The convulsions are amazing!

Shen Qianshu hugged his head and his eyes were cracked. She turned her head and screamed at the bell. "What are you doing!"

"Miss Shen, do you know what you are doing?"

Are you not afraid of hurting the young master?

The young master is so fragile.

He is not sure, the second person remembers the young master.

More uncertain, the second personality, when is caught in madness.

What happened when something happened?

"Zhong burning!" Shen Qianshu's eyes are fierce, and he has been replaced by a decisive killing of the superiors. It is like a female version of the night mausoleum, arrogant, "We are a family."

The family will bear it together.

Even if it is wrong, we will bear it together!

The bell burned and ran wildly, went to find the children's paintings, and the night mausole was like a convulsion by electric shock. He stood up and punched the wall, and the wall was pulled out by a hole. The sniper with the gun was very embarrassed.

Want to shoot?

He did not dare to shoot without order.

From his point of view, Miss Shen is really dangerous.

Shen Qianshu rushed over and hugged the waist of the Mausoleum from behind, preventing him from self-harm. "Sir, don't... don't struggle, let go...you guys."

The night mausoleum seems to be more painful. I can't wait to shoot myself down, solve my own pain, and then miraculously calm down, no longer roar like a wild beast, his voice is hoarse.

"Children..." The man shouted intently, his eyes flushed, and after the pain, his voice screamed, "My...child."

"He will come right away, he will come soon, don't worry." Shen Qianshu cried and reached out to touch his face.

The man was in a stiff position, raising his hand and knocking down the hand of Shen Qianshu. "You... bully me."

Bullying him to sleep.

They bully him.

"No, really nothing." Shen Qianshu’s voice was as gentle as ever, crying and hoarse, "Sir, our children are coming soon."

His face is full of blood.

On the body, it is the trace of his self-harm. The two are holding together, and she tries her best to give him warmth and confidence.

The first personality of the night tomb, gave up the struggle.

When Shen Qianshu’s voice just fell, he saw the night mausoleum looking straight ahead.

She turned her head.

The children's painting in the pink princess dress appeared at the end of the promenade, dressed in powder makeup, jade snow, lovely, very beautiful little braids, and wearing white gloves, a little escape from the fairy tale princess.

The child draws a sip of water and is sweating nervously.

He first saw... this depression.

The eyes are red, bloodstained, and the hair is scattered, like a beast that is widowed.

Very scary.

"Children's painting, come over, don't be afraid!" Shen Qianshu gritted his teeth, "Mummy is!"

The children's drawing came gently.

"Children...ah, children..." The man's eyes widened, like happiness, and despair. The **** eyes can scare the three-year-old child, the children's paintings and his daily habits. They almost didn't dare to look straight, but they didn't stop at all.

The security guards all praised.

It is a species of big and small.

This is not afraid.

Are they scared and shivering?

(End of this chapter)