MTL - Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories-Chapter 115 Fenghua mother and child

Chapter 115 Fenghua Mother and Child

"Sorry, I remember that one day in a certain month, the wind and the sun, someone holding his son to Hong Kong, the son lost a day, and finally received a muddy son in the police."

Shen Qianshu, "That was an accident."

"I will not let you travel alone if you bring your child's picture back and you are not allowed to talk to strangers."

"Children's paintings are not good for bullying, but they can be bullied." Lin Xiaojuan stunned, Shen Qianshu raised his hand and surrendered. "I will come back immediately, you wait."

Hang up the phone.

Shen Qianshu yawned, stretched his legs, and arrived in five minutes to send a message.

Shen Qianshu: Beauty, I received your son, we slept, sleepy.

The typical yang is yin.

The child painted the story and heard it at ten o'clock. He was trapped and tumbled back.

This evening, it was very calm.

Shen Qianshu, who almost died, has always had a shadow in his heart. The nightmare last night, he woke up the children's paintings. He slept well this evening. In the morning, he became refreshed and his children's paintings were refreshing. The two changed their mother and child.

Black T-shirt with a skull pattern on the chest, children's drawings in black shorts, Shen Qianshu black hot pants, revealing a pair of white and long legs, her hair tied into a ponytail, wearing a black hat, child painting Also the same hat, the two are still the same white shoes, so don't want it.

The two men went out to eat breakfast, and the rate of return was 100%.

The night tomb and the bell burning, long ago in the restaurant, four black people have been followed by Shen Qianshu and children's paintings, a group of people into the restaurant, is also a kind of difficult scene, fortunately Shen Qianshu has become accustomed.

In the morning, a pair of high-faced mothers and sons, with four seemingly fierce bodyguards, entered the restaurant in a mighty manner. The picture was quite unsightly. After being forced by the children’s paintings, there was nothing to look at. After the night, they recovered. All-in-one black sunglasses, the image of people who don’t talk much.

When Shen Qianshu and Tong Hua’s paintings came out to see them, their lips and lips were pumped and their eyes were synchronized.

"Little Master, you are so cool." Zhong burning no brain blowing young master, "Do you want sunglasses?"

"No." Children's paintings are abandoning.

"Mr. early, Mr. Zhong is early." Shen Qianshu greeted him generously and took the children's picture to get breakfast.

Breakfast is buffet.

The position of the window is almost occupied.

Because no one dares to approach them.

At first glance, it is the atmosphere of the underworld.

As soon as Shen Qianshu appeared, the face of the night tomb was not very good.

In a piece of black, these legs are really eye-catching.

Just walking to the black, he saw the legs, and who to wear so little to see?

There is a low pressure around the night tomb.

Zhong Burning said, "Large and small, I think you should change your clothes. This is perfect."

Night Mausoleum, "What clothes?"

White shirts, trousers, devil buckles on the belts are extraordinarily arrogant, good-looking is good-looking, that is... change black and match them with their mother and son.

The clock can't help but look at Shen Qianshu. The first note is really long legs.

The legs of the lady of the future are really beautiful.

Legs play years.

A loaf of bread slammed into his face, burning, "..."

Which bear child, dare to use the bread to lose the grandfather's face.

"Where are you going to see?"

The bell burns, "...big, misunderstanding, I am watching the young master, so cute."

"debauchery!"

The burning of the clock is very wrong, not only him, many people in the restaurant look at Shen Qianshu, there are almost no sisters wearing hot pants in Turkey, this is the country, this is Turkey, the women are wrapped up tightly. Who will show you a pair of long legs, it is a feast for the eyes.

(End of this chapter)