Especially that little heart-shaped face is absolutely photogenic...
"Look again, I'll dig out your dog's eyes!" Lu Qingqing sat on the sofa, picked up the fruit knife on the table, and flew directly towards Zheng Beimou.
"Ah..." Zheng Beimou was so frightened that he froze on the spot... There was still a cool feeling from the blade of the knife on his cheek.
That's really a hair's breadth, just a little bit of flesh was shaved off his old face...
With this sword coming, Zheng Beimou was shocked to realize that he had met an expert... This was definitely a master...
Throwing knife skills...
As a result, he no longer dared to stare at others recklessly, and was completely frightened into behaving himself.
It’s a joke, compared with money and life, of course life is more important!
Baili Fenghua, who was in the guest room, rushed out of the room as soon as he heard Qingqing's voice.
Standing at the door of the room, staring at the woman in front of him as if in a daze... Although her appearance had changed, the expression between her brows and eyes was so familiar.
"Qingqing..." This sentence "Qingqing" seemed to be called out from his bones, and it took half of his life.
Lu Qingqing turned her head and saw the man standing at the door. His expression of mixed joy and sorrow made her heart feel painful for some reason...
However, she still maintained her rationality. Although she had strange emotions towards this man in her heart, she had been thinking about it since yesterday and was very sure that she had never seen this man before.
So she thought over and over again that it must be because of his so alluring face and his expression of sadness and infatuation that it caused her sadness.
"Who are you?" She opened her mouth and asked coldly.
At this moment, the three little girls in the room also woke up. As soon as they walked out of the door, they saw their mother coming.
I couldn't help but rush towards my mother excitedly.
"Mother...you came to see us..."
One person holds his left hand, another holds his right hand, and the remaining one directly throws himself into his arms and hugs his waist.
Three small breast bags hugged her completely.
The corners of Lu Qingqing's eyes twitched. I'm afraid not many women would be willing to push away a child as delicate as an enamel doll...
But when she thought about the three children's actions yesterday, she bit her lip and said: "I am not your mother!"
"Mommy, you are our mommy..." Xiao Feng'er blinked her long eyelashes and shouted very cutely. This is what Xian'er said yesterday. People here call mommy...
…
"I'm not your mother..." Yesterday, she scolded the three children when she saw them attacking so harshly, but now she looked at three pairs of transparent crystal eyes.
After all, Lu Qingqing couldn't rebuke loudly, so she said softly.
As soon as I finished speaking, I almost despised myself.
She, who had always been indifferent and cold-hearted, actually sounded so weak.
But I don’t know why, but I just can’t get angry at these three stunning milk bags...
"You are our mother!" The three of them raised their heads and said in unison, their eyes as firm as stone.
"It's really not..."
"It's really..."
"It's really not..."
Lu Qingqing stroked her forehead, feeling that it would be difficult for her to explain the truth to these three little nanny.
So he set his sights on the man: "Sir, you should not use three children who are only four or five years old as weapons! Who are you? What is your purpose? Tell me!"
