MTL - Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories-Chapter 134 Lively and vivid

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Chapter 134 Live Scenery

Shen Qianshu and Tong Hua’s eyes are a glance, what is the feeling of a kind of thick kindergarten children fighting for wealth? The two men gave gifts in a more intense manner, and the children’s paintings could be ignored.

Child painting, "I opened up a new channel to make money."

The expression of Shen Qianshu is simply a story.

Who doesn't want to use the name of the night tomb?

He certainly won't watch this kind of live broadcast. For him, this thing is rubbish.

Lin Xiaojuan looked at them inexplicably. I felt like a roller coaster impact tonight. First, the children’s paintings were to be broadcast live. She couldn’t ask for it. After that, it was a good live broadcast. The mother and son were not happy to know where to come from. The two stupid local tyrants gave the screen.

A good live broadcast has become a live broadcast.

I am Yan Dog: I watched a live broadcast of Qi Qiqi.

The patron saint of children's paintings: For the first time, I hope that the favorite children's paintings don't receive so many gifts, but he can't see me confession.

The feeling of the curtain anger brushed out, and they asked the local tyrants not to give gifts again, so it would be fine to play the barrage and play happily.

The child’s heart is not lively, the gift money is rising, and the smile is sweeter.

The happiest thing about him is that today's business is obviously going to his mommy. Some people can't see her mother doing a good job, so she deliberately found Yang Xiaohua to add to Mommy. Now, some people are so wrong. Holding them, really deflated.

When I was on the air, I always watched the clown of Mommy, and I was bound to watch the live broadcast.

Seeing this scene, I am mad at it.

Xiaoye will mad at you!

My mommy is boundless, so you can count it.

Greece.

At the negotiating table, the Greek jeweler was extremely upset. The night mausoleum held the mobile phone and didn't know what to do. He waited for the night to continue to discuss the details of the contract. The bell burned on the side and explained that it was a big event, and it must be immediately Solve, let him wait, he waited for half an hour.

The night tomb with earphones, holding a mobile phone, his face is gloomy, do not know what to do, his finger point is fast.

The jeweler thinks that his face is so ugly, it must be a big deal.

Otherwise, he will not be taken aside.

If he was not a descendant of the European family's night house, he really wanted to leave.

Too... arrogant.

His identity, status, even if the royal family sees it, must also be modest.

The clock ignited the nose and looked at the big and small fingers to quickly get a gift. He and Li Zhiyuan brushed each other two meters today, and the server had to be smashed, and he did not stop. He also used his name swayingly.

Big and small, do you use your real name husband?

You have to know that with the real name on the Internet, everyone will think that you are a counterfeit goods?

Forget it, the big and the straight men are in advanced cancer, you will know this little thing.

The bell burned over and looked at the jeweler. "Large, I will give you a gift, and you will continue to negotiate with others."

It’s too disappointing to throw people at the negotiating table.

It was like the gangster meeting that day.

"Roll!" Night Ling anger, picked up his eyes, quickly located a gift, the clock was silent.

After a while.

The bell burns, "Large and small, Mr. Gerry wants to blow up, do you stop?"

The night majestic eyes sank, if you didn't hear it, you were immersed in a enchanting goods, and you had to come to him to grab the sorrows of Shen Qianshu and the disgusting attention. Zhong Zhong was so tired that he had to take the information and sat down to Mr. Gerry. By the side.

Zhong burning, "Mr. Gerry, let me talk to you."

Big and young, crazy.

Let's leave him alone.

The girl is updated on time every day. If she doesn't vote, the conscience will hurt.

(End of this chapter)