MTL - Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories-Chapter 1262 Oh, you are not handsome.

Chapter 1262, you are not handsome.

She began to break up. "Mr., some time ago, I saw that you have been very weak. I will not say you. Now that you are good, I will start to say that you will have a fever for a few days, and you have never paid attention to it. How can you not pay attention to it? A fever is a very serious thing. You must pay attention to it. If you have a little bit of discomfort in the future, you must see a doctor. Do you hear it?"

"Good!" The night mausoleum responded weakly, and Shen Qianshu began to smash again. The night mausole listened while listening to the empty head and listening to her. She was also good for him. This epidemic scared her, and his body also Suffering unprecedented damage, the whole person is the same as paper.

Very weak!

Children's paintings have also been scared.

The castle is very large, Meng Qi took him to live on the right side, the main castle has not let people in, they said that the night tomb is an infectious disease, can not be close, but Mommy has always been in the castle.

Meng Qi was afraid of his fear and gave him a telescope.

He was able to observe the situation in the bedroom. He could see that the night mausoleum was thinned into a bamboo pole, his face was thin, his eyes were bigger, but he was as weak as a seven-80-year-old man. In his impression, he was indifferent. No, it’s terrible in his heart.

Meng Qi will not comfort people. "My brothers are not natural, you will not die, you can rest assured."

The children's paintings are in a mess, and they can't sleep well if they don't eat well. They know that Shen Qianshu is not sick. He is a little comforted, so the disease of the night mausoleum is good, and the children's paintings are also thin.

After coming to Paris, he was fed by the Lutheran butler. The magic was generally gone. It was like a big balloon, and he went back. In Meng Qi’s words, you are growing.

Some time ago, it was long-lost.

I am so angry that I want to scratch him.

After the night mausoleum was finished, the children's paintings could finally come back. There was a smell of disinfectant in the castle. It was not very comfortable to smell. The children's paintings could not be taken care of. They ran upstairs to see the night tomb.

The eyelids are almost red.

Desperate... miserable!

"Cry what!" The night Ling Li drink, the child draws a flat mouth, slightly close, tears are spinning, the commissioner said in a curse, "Hey, you are not handsome!"

Everyone, "..."

Shen Qianshu, "..."

Meng Qi, "..."

The doctor on the side was stunned, young master, you haven’t talked to the big and young for ten days. The first sentence is to abandon him for being ugly. Is this appropriate? Is this suitable? The night Ling lay for ten days, and he lost 30 pounds. He had no chance to shine through the mirror. He also knew that he was really a little ugly.

He didn't care much about his looks. He lost weight and could go back.

I don't understand where the center point of this mother and child is.

Luther butler said with a smile, "Little Master, you can rest assured that the gentleman is just losing weight and dehydration.

It will also be a handsome and charming gentleman.

The children's drawing pulls the hand of the night mausoleum. "Hey, you must be handsome."

Night Mausoleum, "..."

He endured forbearance, "Sinking the tree, taking him away!"

Shen Qianshu had long been holding on to laughter and dying. He quickly took the children's paintings away, and the children's paintings were clever. During this time, he was checking for the disease. He knew that he was good, and he also had antibodies in his body. He was also relieved.

He went to the weight scale for a stop, and hahaha. "Mummy, I am four pounds lighter than when I came to Paris. I can eat and drink with confidence."

Shen Qianshu, "..."

(End of this chapter)