MTL - Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories-Chapter 73 I do not like you

Chapter 73 I don't like you

The children's paintings did not have more nonsense with Lin Xiaojuan, hung up the mobile phone, looked at the bells coldly, and put up their legs. "What are you looking for cheaply?"

"This……"

"Tell, spare you not to die!"

The bell burned for two seconds and decisively sold out the night mausoleum.

"He wants to lay a long line to catch big fish, you are just a bait."

"I will know!" Children's paintings are angry, "Slag male, violent, childish, so I still want to chase my mommy, let me die!"

Bell burning, "..."

After Shen Shoushu’s sampling and testing, Li Zhiyuan asked her to have dinner together. Shen Qianshu thought that the children’s paintings would come back later, not eating at home. She was not interested in eating alone. Li Zhiyuan was a good person, and her pursuit of not being a friend would not make Shen Qianshu uncomfortable. Agree with Li Zhiyuan's invitation.

The work is fulfilling, there are several friends who share each other, a fateful girlfriend, a lovely son, and occasionally a meeting, life is really perfect.

The place where the two people had dinner was in the middle of the two squares in the North Square. This is the peak period of work. Li Zhiyuan is coming to pick up Shen Qianshu.

Shen Qianshu, "Small Li, don't be so troublesome, you have to come for an hour, and for the past 40 minutes, I have to be hungry. I will be on the subway."

"No, I first dated a thousand trees. How can I get Thousand Trees to take the subway? This is not a perfect date."

"Then you are going to starve me?"

Li Zhiyuan seems to be tangled for a while. "Well, in the pursuit of perfection and hungry, I still choose not to starve our little tree."

Shen Qianshu, "..."

This is really... a sister.

"Little Li, I don't want to eat this one."

"Which one do you eat?"

Shen Qianshu thought, she really didn't know about this. The boyfriends of the past promised because they painted the children well.

Hanging Li Zhiyuan's phone, the mobile phone moved, and the children's drawing sent a small video. Shen Qianshu raised his eyebrows and smiled and opened the video. His face changed dramatically.

In the video, the children's paintings were surrounded by a group of black people, one of whom pointed a gun at his head.

The child's painting said, "Mummy, I was invited to be a cheaper guest. He said that you know where to find me."

The child's painting bite a word.

Shen Qianshu holds the phone in his death and hates it.

Night Mausoleum, you dare to paint a child, I am not finished with you.

Shen Qianshu rushed to the subway station.

Downstairs living room.

The little girl baby sat on the sofa with anger and was picked up by the bell. After waiting for an afternoon, she ate five cakes. After running the toilet three times, the anger of the child painting baby reached the peak after seeing the night tomb.

"naive!"

Being pointed by a seven-year-old child to the nose is naive, and there is no pressure at night.

"Oh, you are mature."

In this sentence, the anger value of the children's paintings slowly descends. The father and the son sit face to face, and the night tombs are tilted to the legs, almost looking at the children's paintings.

"Do you know how my mommy's ex-boyfriend succeeded in bringing her little hand?"

Night Ling thought, um, interesting.

This kid is bold and flexible.

"Appreciate further details."

"Because they are all fake, it is good for me." Tong Hua said that the man you can't do with this fake can't take my mom's little hand.

"So, they all became ex-boyfriends."

The children's painting was blocked and I thought about it.

Oh, no problem.

Oh, I am so angry.

This is cheap, why is it not a simple-developed breed?

(End of this chapter)