Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

Chapter 1889, this is really my life.

I have been thinking about a problem at the beginning of the night. Does she not like the night court? She looked confusedly at the distance and the night mausoleum was talking to the man, the two brothers looked like again, the temperament is not the same. I don't know what to say, the eyebrows behind the lenses are locked, and there is some grace. It is rare to see him at the beginning of the night, except for her affairs.

He has always been determined, and has a strong heart, doing things neatly. What made him worry about it, she just did not answer his question positively, let him down?

But she didn't have time to answer, he interrupted the topic, and he seemed afraid to hear the answer than himself. The barbecue was a night, and it continued until the early morning, two or two into the tent, a small hanging lamp hanging outside the tent for lighting. Shen Qianshu stretched out his head and looked at the comic book. The signal on the mountain was not particularly good, so no one played the mobile phone. Fortunately, she brought a comic book.

"What time is it until the early morning?" Children's paintings are also special in the evening. Originally New Year's Eve is the child's welfare. You can sleep at night or play. He just took a photo and sent a microblog. Because of the network, It took a lot of twists and turns to come out. In less than an hour, there have been 200,000 responses, and the popularity is as good as an old dog.

He also poked his head. "Mummy, we haven't been old for a long time."

He is in poor health and can't sleep late. He used to eat dinner on New Year's Eve. The mother and son are preparing their own programs at home. Shen Qianshu is a person who can play a flower again without boring. They usually play. At around ten o'clock, the children's paintings are going to go to bed, and there are very few sacred ancestors. I also drilled out at night, "What is my brother doing?"

"Look at my comic book."

Night court, "miracle!"

Shen Qianshu likes girl cartoons, mostly Japanese, and occasionally sees comics, a bunch of cartoons and anime at home, she also pursues, and occasionally and the night mausoleum, the night mausole is not interested in these, but the little fairy is happy every day. Hey, he has come to a little interest. He can't always let her see it every time. He can't take it anymore. Shen Qianshu feels that it is too difficult to find the hobbies of the night.

His hobbies are not very common, he can only develop him to echo her hobbies.

The night is screaming, "Big Brother, you don't want to be broken by the big man. These girl cartoons are poisonous. She is deliberately designed to let you see. It is the man who lets you learn comics."

The night mausoleum turned a page indifferently, and both ears did not smell the window. His reading was always serious. The books of other people’s homes were a pile of books, all of which were decorated, their homes, books in the study. All have been seen, extremely knowledgeable.

The night court also said, "Big brother, since you don't pull down the altar, I think the world has changed. You are reading these books now. Have you always despised these vulgar girl cultures?"

Yuling said, "Shut up!"

Life has always been a face-to-face history, to see who escaped.

Shen Qianshu laughed. "I am chasing this comic book recently. It is pretty good. Last time he went to Japan for a business trip, he brought back the latest ones and watched it faster than me."

The tent's mouth was not big. At the beginning of the night, he also poked his head. Half of his body was lying on the night court. "What comic book, look good, I want to see it too."

"I will give you a copy of it." Her voice just fell, and the night tomb was thrown over and seen, super tacit understanding.

Shen Qianshu took out a book from the inside and threw it at the beginning of the night. At the beginning of the night, it was like a snake. He reached out and took it in the night court.

Night court, "..."

The soft body of the girl was like a cotton crawling over his back, and it evoked a goose bump in his body. It was a family chatting with the day-to-day, but he began to think about it.

The night is short, the neck is very slender, meticulous, the beautiful clavicle is more charming, the skin is white like a milk bath every day, the slender waist is not enough for a grip, although it is small, the fat place is fat, the skinny The place is thin, it is a beautiful and exquisite body. The last time I wore a cheongsam on the bed, my legs were tilted, and the setting sun sprinkled a layer of gold powder on her body to outline the perfect hip line.

In the night court, the throat was tight, but fortunately it was squatting. Somewhere, there was no trace of the sputum, but some of it was congested. His throat slid slightly, and he quietly avoided the early part of the night. I got the comics at the beginning of the night, and I watched it. The night court closed my eyes slightly, this little thing.

And always unintentional seduce.

At the beginning of the night, I was immersed in human fireworks for a few years, and I couldn’t do anything that deliberately hooked him.

The family chats, sings and sings, and the children's paintings also blow the flute. He recently learned the flute, and he blew well. He won a round of applause and concentrated on the night of the comics. "Show off."

Shen Qianshu did not return, his little feet licked him, almost licked his cold cheeks, and was held by the night mausoleum. He was able to flip through the book while holding her little feet.

The warm palm was against her sole, and it was itchy. Shen Qianshu broke free from him and lowered his voice. "You are so abnormal."

He really loved her little feet and couldn't stop it. Every time she touched it, she couldn't stop it. She still touched her, and occasionally kissed her toes. This made her feel ashamed than any place where she kissed her. It was a dead hole of Shen Qianshu.

The night Ling silently knocked on her ankle and let her go.

The tents of the night and the children's paintings are the most innocent, a flute playing a singer, and they are seamless, and they are not aware of the atmosphere in the other two tents.

It was almost in the early morning, and they had a very good view of the tent. They could see the scenery in the center of the distant city. As soon as the morning, a burst of fireworks rose and the city burst into a splendid fireworks.

At night, I used to wear shoes and ran out at the beginning of the night. I took out the fireworks and salutes they bought. The nightlings frowned. I didn’t expect to have this hand. "Forest fires, no release!"

Put fireworks in the mountains?

Although the dead leaves have been cleaned, they are not afraid of 10,000. If it is a fire, it is a mountain. Moreover, the deciduous burning point here is particularly low, just like some low-burning forests in the northeast that are easy to catch fire.

"Hey!"

"Big brother!"

At the beginning of the night, the watery eyes looked at the night court.

The night ruin refused mercilessly. "It is useless to call God."

The children's paintings screamed and wanted to put fireworks. "The fireworks dissipated in the air and there was no Mars on the ground."

"I have a look at the Internet because there is still a lot of news about the fireworks. I can still catch fire in the city. In this low-light forest, you want to put fireworks. People from the Forestry Bureau can come to you right away."

Shen Qianshu looked at the three ancestors who were disappointed. Hahaha laughed. She said long ago. Everyone is there. They want to put fireworks on the mountain. They don’t believe that they have moved a fireworks salute.

"Hey, if you are a younger sister, you must agree!" The child's picture is inserted in a small waist, because he is not a little princess, and it is not willing here. It is not willing. If it is a younger sister, you must say that you are happy. Just play, sprinklers, the fire brigade is ready, it doesn't matter if you burn a mountain. We have shares and burn it at home.

"Know it."

This is quite worrying. I saw the night mourning at the beginning of the night and slipped silently. I took off my shoes and climbed in. I leaned weakly against the night court. The night court said, "Nothing, you see the fireworks in the city. How beautiful."

Even though the night and the children's paintings are used by the big and the big fighters, they can't really dare to commit crimes. Shen Qianshu's education for children has always been that you are not allowed to do this. You are not allowed to do that.

Her education policy is, you have to put fireworks, you can, but it will catch fire, you will not let you put it, you want to put fireworks, nothing, you take the mountain.

The last time the children's paintings and the night tombs bickered, they reported to the military training camp at a glance, Shen Qianshu told him, baby, you can't stand it, still don't go, go and confess to the wrong one.

Children's paintings are not willing, Shen Qianshu is not reluctant, you have to go to the military training camp.

As a result, less than a day, the children’s paintings were crying and shouting, and the mother’s thighs were holding the night’s thighs without any frustration. I was wrong.

Of course, he must have said a word.

I dare to be next time!

Her education is relatively free, to ensure the free development of children's paintings, but the temperament of children's paintings is a bit happy. I will go to write evil roads, detours, and there will be some sidelines in character. As long as there is no harm, she and the night mausoleum will not The tube is really wrong, and the night tomb will come back.

The two little ancestors regretted giving up the fireworks. Under the orders of the night mausoleum, they ruined the primers and poured the water directly, so as not to get angry. At the beginning of the night, quietly said, "Your brother is so strict."

The night court squatted on her head.

Although it couldn’t be a fireworks, the children’s paintings were disappointing for a few minutes. It’s very nice to see the fireworks in the distance. The family laughed and laughed at the old age. Until the early morning, each of them made a red envelope, symbolizing the coming year, and the night’s own hair. A red envelope, did not receive a red envelope, was ridiculed by children's paintings, children's paintings and red envelopes received at the beginning of the night.

Shen Qianshu took out a red seal. "Come and come, sir, I will give you a red envelope."

The night mausoleum took the red envelope and glanced at it. It was only a hundred dollars, but it was a piece of money for a hundred consecutive numbers, and it was a hundred copies of the old version. This is quite meaningful. ”

He originally had a collection of 癖, the banknote collection is a recent hobby, Shen Qianshu can find a hundred copies of the old version of a piece of money is also quite a lot of effort.

"I want it too." It’s so meaningful when the night is red.

Yuling said, "You can't envy."

A person can use his heartlessness and occasionally a gift can be seen.

Child painting thinks secretly, it is time to persuade Mommy to have a little brother to cure the problem.

The family talked for a little while, the children's paintings were so sleepy that they went back to the tent, and the night court smashed the hanging lights in front of the tent. The mountain was a little cold. It was a bit cold and cold in the night, and it was a barbecue for a night. It gradually dissipated at night. There was some chill in the tent, and the night court was caught in a fire at the beginning of the night. He leaned sideways and turned his back to her, bending his legs.

At the beginning of the night, I was a little careful. I didn't fall asleep. The two little ancestors next door had already issued a small snoring sound. The children's paintings didn't know if they were too wronged or how they talked about it. They also talked about a little dream.

The cheeks at the beginning of the night sank in the pillow, pretending that she was already asleep, but she was not at all sleepy. Why did the night court face her? She reached out and tried to poke his back and ask him what happened. I didn't know what was going on, and I didn't reach out. I didn't hear some good-nosed voices in a while. The mountains were quiet and there was some sound. It was enlarged, like the one from the night tomb and the Shen Qianshu tent. It was occasionally like a sigh, confused at the beginning of the night, listening to the ear for a while, and it seemed that there was only a humming sound.

What happened?

She just heard the strange voice when she was confused. She couldn't help but climb up and poke the night court. "Two brothers, what sound did you hear?"

In fact, the interval between several tents is not close. The night court squats over her lips and covers her in the quilt. In the darkness, the eyes at the beginning of the night are watery and confused.

The night court was also awkward and did not know how to explain to her. He reached out and held her ear. "Hey, sleep."

In the tent of the Mausoleum, there was a spring in the tent. The two of them were like arhats in the quilt. Shen Qianshu could not wait to bite him, and he did not dare to release the sound. He was afraid to be heard by the next door. The night mausoleum is a hard-working faction. It does not matter at all. Moreover, there is a hidden pleasure. This deep mountain forest is surrounded by family members, giving him a sense of security and a feeling of stealing joy.

Shen Qianshu's face was flushed, and the cold winter also had a thin sweat. This person had tossed for a long time, that is, refused to end, Shen Qianshu suppressed the voice, "Mr...."

She began to beg for mercy.

"Don't talk." Every time she talks, he can't stand it anymore. Shen Qianshu bites his lip and starts to squash. Ok, then she will be a dead fish.

However, if you want to be a dead fish, you must also look at the night to disagree.

In the tent of the night court, there was a quiet, only the breath of the night court, slightly heavy. At the beginning of the night, I didn’t understand what happened. Why did the second brother hold her ear, his breath was too close? The sandalwood fragrance became more and more intense, as if through her breath, soaked into her flesh and infiltrated his breath into her body.

There was some panic at the beginning of the night, and there were some embarrassment. The heartbeat was accelerating. In the darkness, the eyes of the night court were very bright. He was afraid of talking and disturbing the next door. One side kissed her eyelids and lowered the voice. "Sleep."

His lips were a bit bleak, sticking to her eyelids, and the heartbeat at the beginning of the night leaked a few times. There was also a hidden commotion that could not be said. Her nose seemed to be greedy, and she looked up slightly. The tip of his nose resisted his chin. He seemed to breathe constantly at his chin. The warm breath was against his chin. His lips and his breath were all the breath of her breath.

His crushed sentiment has been overwhelming and wakes up again.

In the night court, this is really my life.

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This is also a factory chapter, four chapters.

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