[69 Book Bar-www.] "It's not a problem. I was cut by a tree branch when climbing the cliff. I'm glad I was not injured."

Xiao Lianhong looked at him stupidly, and his soul was hooked and forgot to catch Zhou.

"Take off this set of clothes quickly and change them to avoid catching a cold." Mo Qingwu urged him.

Hong Hydrogen responded.

I lowered my head and groped on my waist to untie the strap. My slender fingers were extremely flexible.

On the other side, Xi Liu had respectfully prepared her clean robe.

Hong Hyun didn't think about it. With his hand, he put the sliding belt like water on the table to grab Zhou. He reached out to get the clean robe, preparing to take off the outer robe and replace it with a new one.

He let go,

Xiao Lianhong grabbed his belt tightly and stopped loose. His eyes were staring at him watery, and then lowered his head to the belt on his palm, as if he was very excited.

...

Baby, what are you doing...

Forgot this time, should you catch Zhou? Why should you pull your Hydrogen Dad’s belt... Don’t let go.

Mo Qingwu was speechless.

Hong Hyun seemed to feel something was wrong, so he pulled the other end and wanted to pull it, but the little guy grabbed his sleeve and used his strength to ease his hand.

Looking at him with a gaze.

then……

One big and one small, one pulling and pulling.

Finally... a gorgeous sound of broken silk.

Honghydr’s already broken sleeves were completely broken.

Han, this kid is a man of a bull... It's so powerful.

Mo Qingwu couldn't help but feel that she really admired her.

What I admire even more is that... he actually held the broken sleeve, and kept sniffing it like a treasure... and threw it left and right, busy and squinted.

In the deadly hall, everyone was silent for a moment and laughed.

Tease...

Those who changed their clothes... were busy with their own things again, and it became lively for a while.

But the little guy no longer played this boring game of catching Zhou. He just played with his torn sleeves on his own.

In the corner, Wu Xue pulled Hong Hyun and whispered, "Didn't your robe get poisonous?"

"You don't need to poison you. I'm spilling poison on it."

"..." Jing Xue narrowed her eyes and looked at him for a while, "You are so scheming."

"how?"

"If you don't sprinkle your robe, it will be fragrant, how could Xiao Lianhong hold on to it? You haven't let go yet."

Hong Hyun endured, his mouth twitched, "I didn't give anything..."

"That's weird."

yes……

This is strange.

Mo Qingwu narrowed her eyes and looked up and down, and sat in the middle of the table and had a lot of fun.

Our Xiaolian Hydrogen...

Grab Zhou, grab a broken sleeve?!

Fortunately, he is a boy. If he were a girl, Mo Qingwu would be afraid... she would be dizzy.

The storm of Zhou was vigorous and vigorous, and it ended in such a bleak situation.

But Xiao Lianhong seemed to be addicted to playing. According to the wet nurse, he lay on the jade table one afternoon, pillowed with a small cut-off sleeve, and tinkered with bits of gadgets, and sat on them without any idle moments.

Until... evening.

"My little master, I have to eat... I will carry you down."

"My little master, are you sleepy? Let's go back to the house... OK?"

"My little master, please spare me, please."

A group of servants lay on the round table, as anxious as monkeys, and there was no way to go.

"What's wrong, what's wrong... What's going on?" Mo Qingwu was surprised and stepped in and came in to see. Xiao Mier ran over and whispered in my ear.

Hey... strange things.

Mo Qingwu's eyes lit up, and she didn't believe in evil. She rolled up her sleeves and passed by the little guy who had been lowering his head to play with the night pearl. She secretly picked up a piece of spiritual talisman. Before her hand could be removed... Xiao Lianhong looked up at him, kicked his feet and was about to cry.

Mo Qingwu let go and let go.

He was just like nothing happened and was playing around with himself.

Mo Qingwu wanted to hold him away... His little face twisted and he was reluctant.

Hey, this bad thing.

After a while, he was too lazy to cry. He thought that if he was determined, no one dared to force him. As long as they moved their fingers, he would "meow" to show his possession.

When the fathers came, they wanted to take away the things, talismans, or something, to do things, so they stumbled on their feet and said nothing.

As a result, there is no way...

Mo Qingwu waved his hand and took off the jade table. Seven or eight servants carried the jade table top, carried the little ancestor and the treasure of the table, and returned to his small bedroom.

It is said that...

Later, Wu Xue went to her room and pinched him under his armpit. He obediently stopped moving and bent against Wu Xue's tyranny. Then he held his breath and didn't dare to cry.

Then the servants were frightened and silently tied the important thing with a small cloth jacket and sent it back to their respective masters.

I heard that this little guy ran to Honghydr’s house overnight and asked him to carry him all night to heal the trauma in his heart.

This is just a later story.

So... this world is becoming more and more difficult for parents and aunts...

…………

Three years later.

…………

Mo Qingwu yawned, lay on her side on Qingxue's legs, clamped an envelope, twisted a piece of rice paper, and looked at Guang lazily...

But his eyes fell on the purple single robe of Qingxue. The thin material was as soft as water, outlining his beautiful figure. He smiled and took the comb to take care of my long hair. As the movements of his hands, the soft strap seemed to be unable to tie it anymore, as if he could just bend his fingers and slightly lift them, and the robe could be dispersed.

"Well...it's so comfortable, lighter."

Last night, Xiao Lian Hydrogen was the first to go, and the cat was having sex with Mo Qingwu all night, and there was no trace of it early this morning. However, Mo Qingwu had already made him feel a little tired. The soreness between his waist and abdomen was so comfortable that he just wanted to hum.

"Which crush has written to you again?" Wu Xue came over, stopped the comb and held her hair and sniffed it gently, "It smells like a lily, is Hong Hydrogen the prescription for you?"

"Well. I'm another person who wants to invite me to travel to Honglian River. Hehe, I'm considering whether to go and meet the appointment."

On the side, Honghong's dispensing movement suddenly stopped, and he wiped his hands with a stern face.

"I don't know whose son it is, Miss, you might as well go and have a look..." Mu Zi glanced at Hong Hyun thoughtfully and said to Mo Qingwu without knowing his life or death.

Honghong simply ignored us, supported his head with his hands, fell on the bed, opened his eyes and looked at the beams of the roof, as if he was in a daze, or thinking about something...

In fact, the man said he wanted to invite himself to travel to the river just part of the letter.

(Today's third update, happy Dragon Boat Festival holiday, dear, there are 2 days left, please enjoy it)
Chapter completed!