MTL - Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories-Chapter 122 Local tyrant

Chapter 122: Local Little Master

Early the next morning.

Shen Qianshu and children's paintings started very early. For the fact that the cash machine has gone, the children's paintings expressed a three-second regret. No one paid the bill today.

Breakfast, still very fragrant.

Not affected at all.

People in black clothes still protect both mother and child.

I always feel that something is missing, it is not so lively.

Shen Qianshu and Tonghua’s planes went home during the day. The place where they strolled had already visited and was not in a hurry. The two men strolled around the city without aim, took some landscape photos and ate a barbecue. This is just packing up and going to the airport.

The black man sent the mother and son to the security check, and the children's painting sent them to the four boxes.

"Gifts for you."

"Little Master, this is what we should do."

"What you should do is your business. I am giving you gifts. It is my business, holding." The children’s paintings are extremely overbearing. "Things sent by Xiaoye will not be recovered."

Several black people had to accept gifts.

Shen Qianshu and his son said goodbye to them and passed the security check.

The black man called the box.

"The trough!"

One piece of Patek's handsome men's watch.

Local tycoon!

However, small local tyrants, you are not very worried, sent four identical watches, so pick a different style, they can also choose one.

Back home, seven in the morning.

Shen Qianshu and Xiao Tong's paintings were replaced by a mother and a child, a plaid shirt and jeans, and Lin Xiaojuan forced the shape at the airport.

so tired.

"Xiao Juan, you are almost on the line, I have not slept for a night." Shen Qianshu begged for mercy, the child painted a concave shape, why should she come to the concave shape.

The entire brokerage team is here.

The makeup artist actually wanted to paint the child and traced his eyebrows.

"The eyebrows are thicker, and the mirror looks good. It looks like a three-dimensional."

This toss is more than two hours.

Children's paintings are popular children's stars. Today is a private itinerary. It is very confidential and no one reveals. The airport only has passers-by powder, and they have to come together to take photos. To sign, the children's paintings instantly become babies, shyly signed and shyly blamed. Aunts took pictures.

Hey, acting.

"You have a lot of topics recently. You hand over your Weibo, I want to run."

Shen Qianshu, "Can I refuse?"

"No."

Shen Qianshu, while reading the words, took out Lin Xiaojuan’s mobile phone and bound the account.

"One day, you are not allowed to make too many messy things."

"You wait, half a month to give you 30 million fans."

"I am not a star to do so much powder to do?"

"Children's paintings have recently become a pet, are you holding a thigh?" Children's painting is a very sensible, very intelligent child. Even if he is popular all over the country in the past two years, he rarely exposes Shen Qianshu.

Both the mother and the child interact very little on the public platform. They want to let Shen Qianshu be an invisible person. Sometimes, what achievements he will get will deliberately a sink into the trees, and he will ask for praise, but he will rarely mention thousands of trees.

This is a high-exposure recently, and it is a nationwide marriage. This is obviously... there is no fear.

Who is supporting him?

Li Zhiyuan?

The look of Shen Qianshu is hard to say. The girlfriends are the girlfriends and the iron-like relationship. When the eyebrows move, they know what they are thinking, Shen Qianshu. "This is a long story. Let's talk later, let me go home to sleep."

The children's paintings and Shen Qianshu got on the car like two salted fish.

Lin Xiaojuan, "It is also the peak period anyway, going back to the traffic jam, now it is just right, unimpeded."

Shen Qianshu, "..."

(End of this chapter)