MTL - Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories-Chapter 145 Shy child painting

Chapter 145 Shy Child Painting

The child's painting thought about it, took out the snowflake beef and the cabbage, and fried a dish.

"It’s so annoying, why do you want to pick dinner time?" The little girl painted and vomited when he was not happy. "I don't want to eat him at all, increase my workload."

The mouth is full of integrity.

When Shen Qianshu came home, he smelled a smell of meat.

"Baby, Mommy is back." Shen Qianshu put on his slippers, lost his bag, and went straight to the kitchen happily. Just after the porch, he saw the indifferent face of the night mausoleum, screamed and blurted out. "How come you?"

The tone is very unwelcome!

The night of the tomb was sinking, and the feeling of violentness came up again.

Shen Qianshu adjusted his smile a second. "Sir, are you returning to China? When are you coming back? Are there anything to find us?"

The tone is softer.

She is always subconscious, not to provoke the night to be angry.

She seems to have the function of receiving the night barge mood barometer, and is very sensitive to his emotional changes.

The child's painting was forked in the kitchen. "Mummy, he just threatened me."

Shen Qianshu, "..."

Night Mausoleum, "I use to intimidate you? I lost you downstairs is a minute."

"Mummy, look, this is intimidation."

"I don't need to scare anyone," said Yuling.

The child painted, "Of course, you are very scary when you grow up."

"what did you say?"

Shen Qianshu left to look at the right and licked his stomach. "Sir, are you hungry? Eat together?"

"Mummy!" The little boy cried, how can he do this, "Mummy, am I still your little sweetheart?"

"Of course it is." Shen Qianshu said, after all, this is the thigh, let's say a good routine?

Child painting, "..."

The night mausoleum did not know what the mother and son were playing, and they kept eyebrows. It was very unsightly. "I want to poke your eyes."

Shen Qianshu, "..."

In one sentence, the eyebrows of the mother and the child were stopped. Shen Qianshu washed his hands and changed the home clothes. The children’s paintings had already put the three bowls of noodles and a bowl of huge soup and two dishes of cooking. The night tomb was sitting on the grandfather. There is no meaning for help.

Shen Qianshu looked at the over-the-counter dishes and looked at the little children's paintings with a little surprise.

Huh?

The child painted her eyes and looked at her, her ears were red and red, Shen Qianshu blinked, son, is this a routine? The child painted his feet and went to the bedroom with a twist. Shen Qianshu hurriedly turned around. "Baby, I am wrong, you don't..."

shy!

Say it feels like the young master is going to blow up, or forget it.

Hey, the typical mouth is too upright, and has done so many dishes.

Also got three bowls of noodles.

Night Mausoleum, "It's so good, hate ghosts, eat."

Shen Qian’s trees are on the face. "Sir, this is what your nuisances do. He also gave you a face. The poached egg in your bowl is bigger than mine. If you dislike him, will your conscience not hurt?"

"No!" The night tomb was cold and he did not hesitate.

Shen Qianshu, "...I am special... well, sir, you are right, I am going to call the children to paint."

After half a sudden turn, Shen Qianshu went to knock on the door of the children's painting.

The children's paintings opened the door with anger.

"This is a routine!" The little boy painted her and glared at her. "Not allowed to laugh."

Shen Qianshu looked at him seriously, his fist touched him. "Well, this is a routine."

The mother and the son returned to the table, and the night tomb had already eaten unceremoniously.

The child painted and ate the soup, and my heart was very upset.

Yesterday, the winning id was the night of the flower, and the group won the prize: 666805150. This activity is a personal initiative initiated by Mo Yanhuan. I thought it was a misunderstanding before the activities of the backup. I am very grateful to the ink shaving here. (*^__^*)嘻嘻...I will draw another reader today, the girls cheering on the message, ask for a recommendation ticket every day, love you!

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