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A man of fortitude and might.

At this time, there is no need to care about facelessness.

Instantly the macho man burst into tears.

It's like a majestic lion lying on the shoulder of a little rabbit.

Hmm

Tears wet the little milk balls, delicate and beautiful lace pajamas.

Jiang Shenxing and Jiang Xiuyuan on the side.

I heard Jiang Mo's low cry suppressed in his throat.

I couldn't help but redden my eyes.

After all, among the three of them, the age gap between the old third Jiang Moshen and Jiang Qingyan is the smallest.

It is also the best relationship.

The little milk ball did not dislike the tears of the third uncle at all.

She also stretched out her fleshy little hand.

Gently touched the black hair of the third uncle.

Just like when I was petting the kitten just now.

Gentle movements.

Touch, touch, touch.

The little milk ball allowed the man's embrace and obediently snuggled into his chest.

Hard and hard.

The hug of the third uncle is so forceful.

It's also hard to lean on.

Harder than Daddy's hug.

But.

She still prefers her father's hug~

The little milk ball secretly thought in her heart, white and tender little fingers, still gently soothing.

"Third uncle, if you cry too much, your eyes will hurt~

" "Don't cry, don't cry."

"Little sugar candy accompanies you, don't drop beans anymore~"

Sticky little milk voice.

Soft.

Constant comfort.

Jiang Moshen sniffed hard after crying bitterly.

With reluctance and a little embarrassment, he raised his head from the shoulder of the little milk ball.

Wipe!

What a shame!

First time to see sugar sugar baby.

He actually cried his nose!

It's a shame, it's a shame! What a shame!

But when the sugar candy baby touched his hair just now, it was really gentle and comfortable.

The body of the sugar sugar baby is also the smell of milk.

A little soft one.

It's like a little baby.

He really couldn't let go.

Jiang Mo tensed to the point of serious face, and two completely different emotions collided fiercely.

The small milk balls raise their heads slightly.

Bright big eyes, looking at the man in front of him with red eyes, looking fierce, but crying nose.

She used her soft little fingers.

Wiped Jiang Moshen's eyelids.

Gently wipe away the wet, sad tears.

The little milk ball asked curiously while gently rubbing it.

"Third uncle, what is this?"

The white and clean little finger pointed to the gauze that Jiang Moshen tied to his face.

This thing.

Let's start a few minutes ago.

Jiang Mo Shen was a second before stepping into the little milk ball room.

He took out black gauze from his hidden pocket and immediately covered the lower half of his face with the skillful technique of special forces.

Even when wept in pain.

Nor was it taken off.

Little milk dango's gaze looked at his face from time to time.

I have long been curious about this black thing.

Jiang Moshen replied in a low voice, "This is called a mask." "

Mask~mask~?"

The little milk ball spoke in a puzzled voice, reciting unfamiliar words.

She blinked in confusion.

The long curly eyelashes, like butterfly wings, fanned one by one.

"Third uncle, why do you want to bring a face ~mask~?"

"Brought this thing."

"Candy candy can't see your face clearly."

Pair of beautiful eyes with crystal clear.

Jiang Moshen was deeply attracted, and couldn't help but feel a soft heart.

The voice explained hoarsely.

"Because the third uncle has terrible scars on his face, I'm afraid to scare the sugar candy baby."

That scar.

Long and hideous.

Straddled the face on the right side.

Jiang Moshen has never felt inferior to himself because of this.

I even feel that the scar is a medal of honor as a man.

But...

He was afraid of scaring the little milk balls, so he put on his mask before entering the door.

Between words.

In addition to caution, there is also a hint of embarrassment.

Who knows—

the little milk ball opened its shining eyes and shook his head quickly.

"It won't."

"Sugar candy won't be scared."

"No matter what the third uncle looks like, it's the third uncle of sugar candy~"

That innocent words.

That's why the little milk balls will be so pure.

"Third uncle, don't worry, Sugar Candy won't be afraid."

The little hands of the little milk ball gently grasped the black mask.

Little by little.

Pull hard down.

At this time, Jiang Moshen almost held his breath.

And the other two on the side.

Jiang Shenxing frowned slightly, seemingly not approving of Jiang Moshen doing this.

Jiang Xiuyuan had an obsessive expression, and his eyes gently stared at the little milk ball's every move.

Blink.

I can't bear it!

Just now, let Jiang Moshen hold the sugar sugar baby first, it was really a mistake.

Slowly.

The black mask was pulled down in its entirety.

The hideous scars on Jiang Moshen's face were also completely exposed.

His black eyes did not dare to dodge a little, for fear of seeing a scared expression on the face of the little milk ball.

If so.

His chances of approaching the little milk ball in the future may be very few...

After all.

It's so uncomfortable to be hated by the person you like the most.

And at this time.

The little milk ball frowned slightly, and the pink and jade little face showed a grievance expression.

"Don't look at it—

" "Third uncle, are you in pain?"

Jiang Mo dodged deeply.

The care of the little milk dumplings.

At the same time, a cold and hard voice and milk cute's words overlapped.

Well?

What is this situation?

Aren't sugar candy babies scared?

Jiang Moshen seemed to have been lit by someone, and he did not dare to move.

He was nervous, listening to Huo Xiaotang's next words.

"This scar is so deep

..." "Third uncle, it must hurt when you are injured..."

Whew... Don't be afraid, the pain flies away ~ all fly away ~ "

A small figure.

Once again, tiptoe.

The pink little mouth turns into a circle.

Approaching Jiang Mo's hideous scar, he gently blew hot air.

Huhu

~ Huhu ~

She seems to want to soothe Jiang Moshen's former pain.

For Jiang Moshen, even a gunshot wound is not a word, such a small injury, there is no feeling at all.

It was just three hours of bleeding.

I just accidentally broke my phase.

Now the words of the little milk ball made his blood boil.

He asked incredulously.

"Sugar candy baby, are you really not afraid at all?"

"I'm not afraid~ Sugar Candy thinks,

the third uncle is so super cool~" "Because others don't have

~" "Only the third uncle has ~ is unique~"

Jiang Shenxing: Our family's sugar candy baby is really a genius! Such a young will use idioms!

Jiang Xiuyuan: Why don't I have scars on my body! I also want Sugar Sugar Baby to boast that I'm unique!

Jiang Moshen: Woohoo! I want to cry once! Damn, the eye sockets are hot again!

These three big guys are calling the wind and rain in the troops.

In front of the little milk ball, it is the city government with five bodies.

Wow~

Have you people ignored me for too long!

The kitten makes a lonely cry.

It arched its back and shook the snow-melted hair all over its body, wanting to attract Huo Xiaotang's attention.

Jiang Shenxing passed over with a cold eye.

Immediately stopped this little beast who competed for favors.

He spoke softly to the little milk ball, "Sugar candy baby, uncles have prepared a small gift for you..."

From the collar, he pulled out a shiny ...

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Small theater.

Huo Licheng: I heard that there are men who are tougher than me. Hum. I'd rather see it.