The final BOSS comes from twenty years later

Qiao Weier asked in a low voice.

Obviously it was just an ordinary story, with a simple structure, without even ups and downs, but she felt a little uncomfortable and her legs couldn't move.

The little girl’s voice is gentle and gentle, with a sweet texture that has not changed, but the desolate picture emerges directly in her mind. The newborn Wang is ignorant and does not know how to use his power. Everyone suddenly attacked him and he helped What he did, he did not help, no one can rely on him. The new king fought with them alone under the night sky. In the end, there was only one person standing there, with the blood-stained throne above his head, lonely and sad. Looking at this empty world.

What a desperate and cruel scene...

It's too late.

In front is the hotel where they stayed temporarily.

Qiao Weier suppressed the strange feeling in her heart, sat up, and asked the last question.

"Then do you like her."

Avril Lavigne held the book and looked at her inexplicably, as if she had asked a very silly and unnecessary question, her eyes were a little light, as if she was emotional and missed.

"of course."

"He is the gentlest emperor who has guarded all of us."

...

At one o'clock in the night, Tang Luo, who had been playing outside for a night, came home. The living room was dark. The little girl had gone to bed. Only Tang Wan had a light on in the crack of the door.

So he leaned over.

Intentionally or unconsciously, he knocked on the door four times.

This was an ambiguous signal he had agreed with Tang Wan. After half a minute, the door opened gently. Tang Wan, who had a disheveled hair, was wearing a white silk pajamas. She was soft. She didn't wear shoes. Obviously, this pajamas is also Put it on temporarily in order to open the door for him.

"came back."

"Ok."

Tang Luo squeezed into Tang Wan's room as soon as he was wrong.

Completely cut off her chance to drive herself out again.

The headlight was turned off. The bright light in Tang Wan’s room was a bedside lamp. The light was dim and warm. A hardcover book was clasped on the pillow. It was an anthology of foreign love poems. Tang Luo walked to the bed and picked it up and turned it over. I read one of them casually.

"I have loved you silently and hopelessly, enduring both shyness and jealousy; I have loved you so sincerely and tenderly..."

These verses have been translated.

However, the original text is still marked below.

Tang Luo was holding the book and read it in Russian. The words were pure and he looked at Tang Wan with a smile.

Really knowing a language is completely different from talking nonsense. Although Tang Wan doesn’t understand Russian, the rhythm and beauty of the text can of course be felt. She looked at Tang Luo betrayed and hit him on the shoulder with a bit of amusement. Once I took the book, I stopped reading it for him.

"Now that you have the ability, have you begun to show your knowledge to your sister."

"Of course not. I happen to know a little Russian. I think that sentence is good for my sister, so I read it by the way."

Tang Luo said as he sat down by the bed and took off his shoes.

this means.

I just won't leave tonight.

Of course, Tang Wan also noticed these little actions he made, but she didn't break it, and put the book in her hand back on the next shelf.

In fact, she has read this book a long time ago, and every poem is very familiar. Reading it again today is just to review it for tomorrow’s class. This year, there are not many teachers who will be responsible for studying the original work seriously, and she It happens to be one of them.

"I'm getting old, this kind of love poem is useless to me, you should keep your skills to coax Zhou Nanxin and Xiao Jiangli."

"Children know what love poems."

Tang Luo said.

Turned around and lay down on the bed.

Tang Wan's bed was big and soft, with the fragrant smell of the girl, especially intoxicating, and she felt relaxed after lying down.

When Jiang Li just woke up from the bracelet, he once suggested that the little girl come and sleep with her sister. After all, the bed here is soft and comfortable, but Jiang Li decisively refused, and continued to use him as a cushion or as a cushion every day.

People like this.

Once you get used to many things, you can't change it.

Tang Wan poured two cups of water and put them on the head of the bed, gently leaning against the head of the bed, but stretched out her hands and hugged her waist.

"Want it?"

Tang Wan held him obediently, and asked quietly.

"I just missed you. I didn't come back all day yesterday. I couldn't see you. I was so panicked."

Tang Luo moved her body a little while holding Tang Wan, and put her head on her lower abdomen. The woman's lower abdomen was warm and soft. This feeling was particularly reassuring and calming.

Watching Tang Luo rubbing his cheeks on his belly.

Tang Wan laughed.

Stroking his hair lightly.

"How can you be like a kid who just went to kindergarten, thinking about your mother after one day, do you still have to breastfeed?"

"eat."

Tang Luo raised his head and said with a smile.

Tang Wan hit him again, brought the quilt over, and covered the two together.

The bed in the master bedroom was very large. She was lying on the side. Tang Luo could sleep over with her belly lying sideways like this. Before the summer solstice, it might be possible to catch a cold at night without covering the quilt.

Chapter 177

"If you don't want it, don't tease me so dimly. You won't sleep well. Go to bed early. There will be my class tomorrow morning."

Fingers were taking care of Tang Luo's hair.

Tang Wan looked at his face gently.

Tang Luo was also looking at her.

Tang Wan's hair was scattered, with a little lazy beauty. Good-looking women are always so good-looking, and enough to be coquettish, so he lay upright and hugged his sister.