Lingering: Genius Baby Sweetheart Mom

Ending: A Perfect and Twisted Wedding 【17】

Shangguan Xian'er's face with exquisite makeup will soon go to pay a visit to Miss Xianrenqiu.

Really exciting.

After everything was prepared, the three of them left the scene calmly and without panic.

After closing the door, Xiao Wu thoughtfully locked the door from the outside. [

Leave Shangguan Xian'er a completely private space and enjoy the perfect feedback from the two children.

"Ah." Sure enough, after a while, a cry like killing a pig came from the door.

In the room, Shangguan Xian'er's screams could be heard endlessly.

The two little devils covered their ears, lying on the crack of the door and looking inside.

Shangguan Xian'er raised her hands tremblingly in front of her forehead. Seen from the side, her slender and beautiful face had turned into a big hedgehog.

Immortal thorns pierced all over his face.

Xiao Baoer and Shaoze had to cover their mouths tightly to suppress their wild laughter.

It's so interesting.

A beautiful face with a prickly pear, um, this is a very good match.

At this moment, after the severe pain, Shangguan Xian'er only felt tingling on his face.

Wake her up from her previous deep sleep.

She looked at the pot of prickly pear viciously, and poured it down on the ground in a rage.

The poor prickly prickly pear fell to the ground with a 'slap', the pot and soil fell all over the ground, and the round prickly prickly pear rolled a few times, looking very innocent.

"Ah. It hurts." Shangguan Xian'er hurriedly stood in front of the carved glass mirror.

Look carefully at her face.

How horrible.

Her face is like an ancient doll, covered with fluffy yellow thorns.

Reach out and gently pull it out.

"Hiss>

One, two, three, four more... 65...

He raised it until Shangguan Xian'er's hands were numb, and the thorns on his face were pulled out.

But no matter how gentle her hands and feet are, every time a thorn is pulled out, blood will inevitably flow out.

After all, with such a head hitting the prickly pear, one can imagine how deep the thorn penetrated just by the force.