MTL - Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories-Chapter 21 Child painting is not your son

Chapter 21 Children's Painting is not your son

"Oh, don't be afraid, Mommy is here."

Night Mausoleum, "..."

Bell burning, "..."

When Zhong Feng thought of seeing the young master, he perfectly abused the three strong men and suddenly realized the word of fear.

Father and son, the magnetic field is not harmonious.

"He is in poor health and is easily frightened." Shen Qianshu said with a wink.

The face of the night mausoleum please start the look of your performance, watching Shen Qianshu, she could not say it for a while, the bell ignited in a hurry to turn around, big and small, you read the little princess for seven years, can you converge slightly?

He can't wait for the spokesperson of the Night Mausoleum to come to a father and son.

You can't be so ferocious because the little princess becomes a little prince.

Shen Qianshu took the hand of the child's painting and could not wait to fly away with the long wings of the child's painting. "Night Mausoleum, thank you for saving the children's painting. We will leave, and there will be no future. Don't think too much about us."

"Stand up!" In the eyes of the night tomb, there was a storm, such as the angered lion, sticking out his sharp claws, full of low pressure, and the burning of the anger, his anger, his master moody The heart is hot, it is a demon who dominates life and death.

This pair of delicate mother and child can never bear his anger.

Shen Qianshu took the children's paintings slightly and later, protecting the son with the protector's attitude.

The night mausoleum pointed at the children's paintings. "You go, he stays!"

Shen Qianshu smiled at him with a smile, and Tiehan could soften her smile in her bright smile. "Impossible."

"He is my son."

"No!" Shen Qianshu firmly looked at the night tomb. "Night Mausoleum, you have a good look at the children's paintings. Where is he long like you?"

The night tombs look at the children's paintings, the children's paintings match up to raise a small face, smile at the night tomb, the night tomb silhouette is deep, the children's paintings are exquisite and lovely, no similarities.

"Night Mausoleum, our children, in this world, only breathe for ten minutes." Shen Qianshu's eyebrows were soaked by a layer of sadness, those desperate pasts, hard and excavated, dug a blood hole in her body, "He died."

The night tomb is struck by lightning!

Everyone was shocked.

Shen Qianshu took a deep breath and squinted slightly, naughty and innocent. "Night Ling, you are looking for me, just for your children, your child is dead, there is nothing to do between us, we will have no future."

The night mausoleum watched Shen Qianshu leave with a child painting.

In the past few years, he turned a few laps before the ghost gate, and he also came over because he thought about his little princess.

He has not yet held a little princess.

He can't die!

"Large?" Zhong Zhong looked at him worriedly.

The night mausoleum was so heavy that it would destroy the whole world and be buried with the little princess.

Zhong burning said the things that the children's paintings had just done, and the night anger was instantly cleared. "It is so sorrowful at the age of seven, it must be my species, check it."

The bell is very tired, big and small, and you are very self-aware about your position.

"Yes!"

The plot of Shen Qianshu and Tonghua is located in the downtown area. It is close to the school of children's paintings. It is a school district and a very high-end community. Shen Qianshu bought a house a year ago for safety.

The economic conditions of the mother and the child have not been good.

Materially, she has never been short of child painting.

After the children's paintings became popular, the paychecks were high, and the prices of advertisements and endorsements also rose several times. The lives of the mother and the child gradually improved. The original living community was mixed with dragons and snakes. There were always people who were constantly harassing. There were also reporters, and Shen Qianshu bought it. This house.

(End of this chapter)