Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

Chapter 77 says one-of-a-kind tyrant

"Is it like a meat ticket?" The night tomb turned, his eyes with a little suffocation, and when he saw Shen Qianshu, he could not control the anger. She had to escape?

She dared to!

"What are you going to do?" Shen Qianshu asked.

"Shen Qianshu, you are too naive, seven years ago, now, Luther warned you, don't stay in the castle, you don't listen, I warned you, don't try to escape, you don't listen." Come over and provoke the chin of Shen Qianshu. "The girl who is disobedient has to pay the price."

Shen Qianshu's back was cold, his hand was shot down, and he was slightly avoided. This apparently avoiding action angered the night tomb. He kicked the door of the study and looked at Shen Qianshu with a gloomy look.

"Sir, you are too deceiving." Shen Qianshu said that people who are too strong are always self-centered, and rarely consider the feelings of others. The night mausoleum is a typical tyrant.

The person around him.

Either obey or die.

"What about it?" The night mausoleum, behind a dark light, "You think you can escape to New York, you can escape me? Innocent!"

Shen Qianshu finally knew why he suddenly ran away.

"how do you know?"

"Is it guilty?"

"What is my guilty conscience, my work is mobilized to go to New York, what kind of guilty?" Shen Qianshu roared at night, "You just made a chicken jump for this thing?"

"What about this?" Night Mausole approached her step by step. "For you, is this a trivial matter?"

"Sir, don't you... excited." Shen Qianshu put his hands on his chest.

The hot temperature, if you want to burn her, Shen Qianshu wants to retract his hand, and he is afraid that the night to make something more excessive, his ears are red. The night mausoleum looked down and looked at her with a sullen look. Shen Qianshu's skin was fair and white, his face was full of collagen, and his face had a pink color unique to the girl. The two small ears were also red, and from his point of view, he could see the beautiful white. On the neck, curled eyelashes, collagen full face and cute powder ears.

So cute.

Night Ling thought.

It’s so cute.

He looked at her hand and looked at her hand. She was slender and beautiful, her nails were rounded and sleek, and she was beautifully pink. She showed a young girl and could not see a child. mother.

It seems to have returned to seven years ago.

Shen Qianshu is still Shen Qianshu, but he has changed.

How does the old cow feel the feeling of eating young grass?

Lying in the trough!

Shen Qianshu noticed the quietness of the night mausoleum, quietly, and raised his head slightly, and slammed into his amber eyes. There was a small, panicked one, and his palms were hot. Shen Qianshu loosened his hand like an electric shock. I don’t know where to put my hand.

A heart of panic and fear.

Nowhere to put it.

The night Ling suddenly took her waist and picked her up easily. In the exclamation of Shen Qianshu, she fell on the couch of the study. The whole person was pressed up. Shen Qianshu was taken aback, and the night tomb had bowed. Kissed her lips.

He kissed eagerly and fiercely, and the familiar and dangerous atmosphere wrapped her. Shen Qianshu was like a man who was drowning in water. He grabbed his clothes tightly and the nightlings picked up her skirt with one hand. At the bottom of the skirt, the squatting, Shen Qianshu's body was stiff, and she held her wrist, and held his hand in a deadly manner. He was not allowed to step beyond the border. Shen Qianshu was full of panic and anger, and wanted to find a hole to drill in.

"You are wet."

(End of this chapter)