MTL - Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories-Chapter 123 Child painting, I am your little sister

Chapter 123 Children's Painting, I am your little sister

Shen Qianshu, "..."

The nanny car first sent Lin Xiaojuan and the brokerage team back to the brilliant entertainment, and then sent the mother and son to go home.

Shen Qianshu took the children's picture, said goodbye to the driver, pushed the four big suitcases, was about to go upstairs, did not expect to meet six people downstairs, two women and four men, all young and middle-aged, one of the beautiful women, I was too young to see the children's drawings and threw them up with excitement.

"Children's paintings, Xiaoxi finally found you, finally found you." She held the children's paintings, crying, even the wolf is crying, the voice is sharp, the child's portrait is the most hated aunt holding The woman’s voice is so loud that his ears are sore, and the children’s paintings can’t be opened. When they are angry, they slap in the past.

"Roll, Xiaoye, can you just hold it?"

The woman’s crying seemed to be the highest point in Beijing opera, and she suddenly stopped. I didn’t expect the children’s painting to hit him suddenly.

Children's paintings have grown from small to large, never crying for help.

Even if Shen Qianshu was around, he didn't say anything to let me go, or Mommy saved me, and I went straight to myself, and the image in front of the media was loaded. He was a little violent.

Shen Qianshu was just scared, and she was stunned by a small slap. She reacted and hurriedly pulled the children's paintings. The woman was beaten. The man on the side pointed at the children's paintings. "Do you have any education, even the elders?"

"Which counts my elders, the Republic of China is my elders more than me, can I come over with filial piety?" The little boy painted his mouth and looked back, and it was very unpleasant to see this group of people.

Suddenly miss the big brothers in black.

Shen Qianshu pulled the children's picture and his face was cold. "Who are you?"

"They are his relatives, pick him up today." A man shouted and pointed at the crying woman. "This is her little sister, a little sister."

The woman stood up and looked at Shen Qianshu. She was very embarrassed. If she raised the children's paintings in the past, she lived in a mansion today. The woman wearing beautiful clothes is her, not a beautiful woman in front of her eyes. She endured and wiped her tears.

"Miss Shen, I am sorry, let you laugh. We have seen one side. I am Yang Xiaohua, Yang Lihua's sister."

Shen Qianshu looked at the woman in front of her eyes and almost couldn’t recognize it.

Yang Lihua, the mother of the children's painting, is dying, and Yang Xiaohua is in the hospital.

That year, Yang Xiaohua was 18 years old. She was just a grown-up. She was two years younger than Shen Qianshu. She was still a handsome college student. After a few years, she almost couldn’t recognize it. It changed a lot. Beauty is beautiful, but it seems to be more than her. Old age.

"Oh, hello." Shen Qianshu frowned and tightened the hand of the child's painting. "Children's painting, this is indeed your little sister."

The woman looked forward to seeing the children's paintings, and the children's paintings turned a blank eye, not calling people.

The man on the side said, "Do you have any politeness, a young age..."

"My son can't take you to the lesson!" Shen Qianshu said sharply, his eyes were so sharp that he closed his mouth, but he was not convinced. They brought four men, not afraid of Shen Qianshu.

"Who is your son, don't think I don't know, your son died early, this is the son of Lihua's sister, shameless."

This sentence, in the heart of Shen Qianshu, poked a **** knife.

The children's paintings are splattered. "I am the son of Shen Qianshu. My surname is Shen. In this world, I only recognize Shen Qianshu as a relative. Where are you going to go?"

"Children's paintings, I miss you very much, you don't want to be like this..."

(End of this chapter)