MTL - Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories-Chapter 1229 Deaf crime

Chapter 1229: Defamation

Child painting, "..."

Oh no! !

Grandpa Luther, you misunderstood! ! ! ! !

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Upstairs, the night tomb is sullen, picking up the clothes of Shen Qianshu, the skin of the white sputum, the two pieces of bruises on the abdomen, the piece of bruise on the arm, and the piece of bruise on the back, which is very heavy at first glance, the two are not When he was playing, his face was even worse. He took the Mengqi ten whip and was light.

I should have smoked twenty lashes!

Shen Qianshu cleverly squatted on the soft bed, did not make a sound, the night tomb dug the ointment, painted a thick layer on her bruise, the original burning injury, it became very cool.

The atmosphere is amazing.

Shen Qianshu scratched his quilt and confessed to being wide. "Mr. Meng Qi is actually hurt even more."

The tone of the night mausoleum is extraordinarily indifferent, and it brings a layer of air-conditioning, which is fearful. "What about that?"

Shen Qianshu couldn’t figure out what he meant. "It’s better not to hit him."

"Who is the first to do it?"

Shen Qianshu is also honest, "Meng Qi!"

"Ten whip, he is not jealous." When he was absent, he even dared to play Shen Qianshu. He was really tired. He did not give him a lesson. He was still unable to use it. If the rest of the people, he personally went to draw ten whips, how could it be? Execute to the bell.

Shen Qianshu’s neck has shrunk, ten whip, Meng Qi’s indeed is not awkward, who let him start first, so she thinks, she is not so guilty, Yuling said, “Under my eyes, I dare to bully you. Calling him a meal is also a warning to everyone. Whoever wants to move you, but also to disagree with me, is used to his lawlessness."

He pressed on the silt of Shen Qianshu. "Wow, it hurts."

"Take your skills, practice, and fight with people next time. I don't want to see you hurt."

Shen Qianshu, "..."

Sir, how is this a bit strange?

Encourage me to practice my skills and bully the male tyrants?

What if I am a little excited?

Mr.'s filter is really thick.

So happy.

"Good!" In order to be more happier bullying in the future, she will definitely practice her skills well.

Shen Qianshu asked, "Mr., can't beat, can you call you?"

The night Ling looked at her for granted. "Don't call me, who are you going to call?"

Shen Qianshu was covered with a bruise, holding the neck of the night to spoil, "Call you, call you, call you!"

No more people will be called.

The face of the night tomb, finally better, not so ugly.

He bowed his head, and in her bruises on the back, she printed a kiss, warm lips, like a fire, burning her skin instantly pink, her ears were hot, and they were dyed. A circle of red.

Sir, swearing crimes, ah! ! !

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In the Fortress, there are three people in the night, a family of three, and a bell, and they become angry. Luther’s housekeeper has been treating it recently. There is a decaying atmosphere in the castle. Even if the birds and flowers are everywhere, they can’t stop this. The impetuous, the servants are hoping that the castle is full of fun. At dinner, Meng Qi is also sitting at the table.

Shen Qianshu put him in the afternoon and was pumped ten whips. At dinner, he did not dare not appear. Shen Qianshu realized the style of the nobles. At home, they were more casual. In Paris, the masters were all on. At the table, the servants carried the golden plate and silverware, slowly coming, spreading them on the table, and a piece of food was also placed in the delicate end of the appliance.

(End of this chapter)