Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

Mr. Chapter 247, are you talking?

Lin Xiaojuan was a little scared. Yan Jianming was stunned for two hours to buy a cup of coffee because of his personal feelings. He came back to the coffee and poured it directly on the assistant. He also slaps the assistant. Similar things, three things, were dug up, Lin Xiaojuan learned from him at that time, must control his temper, and later admit mistakes, a lot of convergence, young and frivolous also left some **** materials, these things She handled it more rigorously without leaving any handles, and she was dug up.

According to Gu Xie's studio, he will dig up the things that she and Yan Jianming fall in love with. This is a big news. Lin Xiaojuan is scared and always worried about seeing her name. If she really comes out, she is holding a broker. When she is sleeping in a small meat scandal, she doesn't have to mix.

Lin Xiaojuan took a deep breath and searched it carefully. There was no news of her own.

She couldn't help but glance at it.

Coincidentally, Gu Xie also happened to look over. The dark eyes were looking forward to the glory, and she was born with some faintness. She was flustered in her eyes. Lin Xiaojuan’s heartbeat accelerated and she hurriedly opened her eyes.

The plane stopped and the air-conditioning stopped. I always feel too stuffy and uncomfortable.

The two little girls asked the children's paintings to sign, the children's paintings signed, they were satisfied, and when they wanted to take a photo, the flight attendants had let the passengers leave in order, and the two talents gave up, and the group left the special passage.

Shen Qianshu had a low fever at night, and the children's paintings slept so badly. She swallowed two cold medicines and started a high fever in the middle of the night. Shen Qianshu was shocked. Her body was always good. She could not touch the germs. She opened the window at home. I took a taxi to the hospital for a few nights.

She had a cold, accidentally transmitted to children's paintings, and her children's paintings burned for half a month. She was weak and lost a large circle. Since then, she has paid attention to it. When she is cold, she will drink medicine to prevent colds.

In the middle of the night, a person in the hospital, it is inevitable that there is some bleak, dripping, there is nothing to do, late at night, she rushed back and forth, Xiaojuan is also physically and mentally exhausted, she is not good to call Xiaojuan to accompany her, Shen Qianshu pinch Mobile phone, thought of Mr.'s indifferent face.

She found his avatar, opened it, and sent a message.

Shen Qianshu: Sir, do you talk?

The next second, the video of the night tomb came over, just like waiting for her to lick him, second back. When Shen Qianshu fell down, he found many small odd jobs. When he was abroad, he went to apply for several jobs a day. Every day he stared at the mobile phone, and the information was always in the air.

When she was young, she was very naive. She always thought that being a person should be honest, and not doing it. You gave me a message, and the head fell much. It hurts, she knows, waiting is the normal state of the world, innocence is her gaffe.

If you don't care about you, wait until you are in the foreseeable future. If you take a step, he will run wild.

The night tomb is a video, she can see the panorama, he is in a European-style retro study, carved wall murals, thick and heavy ink study like a medieval aristocratic study, every place is very refined. The night mausole was wearing a white shirt and looked weak. The sun at the end of the sun had not yet gone down. It was the evening, and the orange light was on his body. He fell into the wrong place and lined him like a painting.

He is born to be a landscape.

Just don't talk!

"Where is the habit of learning, talk about it, what is the chat?" The nightling eyes looked at her indifferently, as always, the indifferent face, the faint breath of the body can wrap him in an island, not allowing anyone to come close.

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Fans: The little fairy is coming again.

Night Mausoleum: I was finally released from the little black house.

(End of this chapter)