Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

Chapter 928 is weak and helpless

Shen Qianshu’s sports car ran on the road.

The security team behind, "..."

"Miss Shen is really a cow, I saw a girl for the first time, driving so fiercely." All the way to see the needle, just let go of the self, although it attracted the snoring of several owners, but fortunately, the technology passed, no touch, quickly On the outer ring high speed.

Then all the way to the bus.

The security team behind was forced to stop at the traffic lights several times along the way, watching her on the high speed.

The heart is very tired.

Shen Qianshu returned to the castle and hurried upstairs. After three minutes, the security team came quickly. A **** face. "You should go to practice the car skills. Even Miss Shen can't keep up, what do you want." ”

If someone is on the way to Miss Shen, it is not good.

They are too late to protect.

The security team is very wronged.

"A big, there are many red lights in the city. After several times, Miss Shen stepped on the last second. We were blocked by others. We want to smash the past. The other party is not aggressive. It is also a social vehicle. We are also helpless. ""

A **** face, do not listen to the explanation.

Turn around and leave.

The security team wants to cry without tears and can't help but reach out.

"There is a good saying, don't deduct wages!"

upstairs.

The hands and feet of the night mausoleum are still locked. The children's paintings are ignited and set up with a princess dress. They stand in front of the night mailing bed with a smile, but the face of the night mausoleum is cold and **** and twisted. Looking at the eyes of the children's paintings. Not a little warm.

There is no such thing as a sad smile.

Very... horrible.

Like watching an enemy.

He still remembers that it was a children's picture, gave him a shot and let him lie down.

"roll!"

Don't want to see children's pictures!

"Dad, I am wrong, I am sorry." On the acting, Zhong Chong only served with children's paintings. He was almost beaten by the night tomb, and the children's paintings were not angry. If it was normal, it would have been picked up and it was very difficult at the moment.

He turned his hand and pointed at the bell. "Dad, look at me, weak, innocent and helpless. If you have the courage to hurt you, he forced me."

The bell burned the black question mark face.

Nani?

As soon as I entered the door, I thought about how to let you tie him a needle. I haven’t said it yet. Who is the person who asks me if I can confuse the big and the young?

who is it?

Little Master, can you not shave?

The night Ling looked angrily at the bell, and made a roar. The chain was screamed by him. The clock burned almost, but fortunately it was locked. If it was not locked, his head would be big and small. Exploded.

"Roll, roll!" The night mausoleum was angry. "You... are all his people, all...all...all rolling! Ah ah..."

He snarled and mad, and he walked around nervously, not knowing how to be good.

Night Mausoleum can no longer be used as a soothing agent.

How to do?

"Dad, I am your little princess." The children's paintings are close to him, and they dare not rely too close. They are afraid of being slapped by him. "We are dealing with the bad guys together. I like dad most. We drive away the bells." good or not?"

The bell ignited.

The night tomb roared and watched the bell burning, "roll!"

"Large and small, you hold steady, steady, I will roll right away!" The back pot man rolled away innocently.

The night wing keeps breathing, it looks very horrible, and the children's paintings are carefully close to the night mausoleum. "Dad, I won't hurt you."

His **** eyes looked at the children's drawings.

There is no trust in children's paintings.

The whole person is very anxious and seems to be looking for something.

(End of this chapter)