MTL - Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories-Chapter 117 The 117th strong sorrowful little fairy

Chapter 117, 117, forcing the little fairy

"Wow, Grand Bazaar, I am looking forward to it." What a family of three shopping is really beautiful. "Large and small, I am going to Sophie Cathedral. It is better to divide the two teams. You and Miss Shen, the young master went to the bus." Zha, we are going to the cathedral."

The child painting **** spit out, "Where are you going to the cathedral, who wants to scare you?"

Everyone, "..."

The young master is to find a reason, do not care about the details.

"Good." Night Mausoleum.

Shen Qianshu thought for a moment, "Hey, don't they protect us?"

The face of the night tomb was suddenly sunk, and I looked at Shen Qianshu coldly.

Zhong burning hurriedly said, "There are no ones who can bully you."

After eating breakfast, the group of people split into two dials, Zhong burning and black people waiting for Shen Qianshu to go to the mausoleum, the place was dissolved, and finally they were free to play. The bell ignited the decision to go to the girl, and several black people thought about it. Let's go to the group.

The bus is not very far from the hotel. It is basically a leg to go. This is the advantage of Istanbul tourism. The attractions are quite concentrated. It is not too far to walk. It takes more than 20 minutes to walk all the way. Children’s paintings say no. Stop, see something interesting and stop to take a photo for a while, the night tonight with a black face followed by their mother and child two, the children's painting bought an ice cream ball, while walking and eating.

Shen Qianshu is a little behind two steps. I really don't understand why the night mausoleum should follow them.

"Sir, have you been to Istanbul?"

"Ok."

"Have you been to Grand Bazaar?"

"No."

Basically, I want to talk about death. I don’t want to provoke me at night. I’m very unhappy. Shen Qianshu wants to let him play with him. She and her children’s paintings go on the line. Unfortunately, there is no thief.

Children's paintings let go of themselves, all the way, regardless of Shen Qianshu and the night tomb.

"Sir, you are worried about me and children's paintings, so have you come to see us?"

"Nonsense, who is worried about you?" The night ruins retorted, and he hurriedly opened his face.

Shen Qianshu magically discovered that his ears were red.

Is he shy?

Shen Qianshu thought again, you are also nervous.

He is the night mausoleum, the dark emperor, the one-of-a-kind night mausoleum, he knows how to write shy?

This person has always been my own, and the little princess will be entangled in the little princess.

She does not need her consent at all.

She was willing to ask his illness and not dare.

She thinks this is not a safe topic.

She wants to ask again, seven years, you always know that there is a little princess, why did you come to us after seven years?

Shen Qianshu was wronged again.

If he was looking for her before the child was born.

Perhaps the child will not die.

She was pushed by Lin Xuan.

Moved the tires.

The child still had more than half a month to go to the expected date of birth. In those days, she was sorely hurt and finally she was born prematurely.

The doctor said that the child himself umbilical cord around the neck, early birth, late life may not be able to keep, otherwise, she will die with Lin Xuan.

"You are dumb, why don't you talk?" Yuling looked unhappy.

Shen Qianshu smiled. "Sir, you are quiet, Luther butler said, can not talk, try not to talk to you."

"I let you say, you will say." The night mausoleum did not reasonably demand.

Everyone's voice, he hates, sometimes I can't wait to find something to sew a burning mouth, lest he be jealous, but the sound of Shen Qianshu, he does not hate.

"Lud's housekeeper?"

Today is the first more ha

(End of this chapter)