"Well, I know, I don't cry, is it?"

There is still a light smile on the face of Qian Qianmo, as if facing the little girl, he feels satisfied with what he does.

Qingchun twisted her head and buried her little face in the warm neck. The tears were wet, but she refused to see him again.

When Qian Qianmo got up, he looked down and looked a little warm. The voice became a bit dumb. "Warm, can I still eat that bowl of noodles?"

The number of warmth did not speak, holding the childish motionless.

Until the door of the government was closed again, the warmth took the young child back to the house, and pulled out the ointment to wipe the medicine on the childish fingers. The little guy’s fingers were blisters, and the warmth was distressed. It’s tight.

And the childishness has been sobbing from beginning to end, and he is not willing to calm down.

The number of warmth had to accompany the little guy and didn't go anywhere.

In the end, Xiaotoutou raised her head from her arms, and while she shed tears, she extended her small hand to wipe her tears, and she couldn’t help but smile. She gently grabbed the little guy’s hand and the sound was still crying. "Is it true that the mother is scared and young?"

Qingchun shook his head, staring at a pair of misty scorpions looking at the number of warmth for a while, only to bow down and take out his handwriting, one word and one word carefully written.

A few warmths, while watching her writing, I read in my heart.

- It’s the young child who wants to give him the end.

- Qing is wrong.

- Youth is no longer cheating.

- Do not be sad about the number of warmth

The number of warmth only felt that the nose was sour, and I didn’t know what to say for a while.

She thought that the little guy was scared by her, but the little guy always thought about her feelings and took her words seriously.

Qingzhi thought that the number of warm and childish spirits, because the childish deceived a few warm, so will not cry?

The number warmly embraced the little guy slowly, touched the childish head, and whispered, "No, we are young and weird. I know that there is nothing to eat, I want to give it to eat, but, Qing. Childish, tell the number warmer next time, okay?"

Although it was only a small matter, she did not dare to imagine, if the childish wrestling in the middle, the soup noodles spilled on the body, how would the youth be...

Qing is only a four-year-old child, not to mention the body is much weaker than the average child.

The childishness was so embarrassing that it was finally settled.

"Children...do you like it very much?" The number of people hesitated for a long time, still could not help but ask this sentence.

If you don't like it very much, how can you lie to her and sneak out to see thousands of ink...

Maybe, other people's homes are all married by the niece, and there is no childishness. Since childhood, there are only a few warmths. Although the little girl is clever and sensible, she wants to be jealous...

However, in order to take into account her feelings, Qing has once again gave up her own embarrassment.

The number of warm heart is sour, I don’t know what to do, I don’t know how she should say to Qing.

Qing child lowered her head and slowly hugged her neck, sucking her nose and refused to answer.

She wants to shake her head, but she is afraid of violating her mind, and she will be saddened by the warmth.

Therefore, the childishness is difficult and unwilling to reply.

The number of warmth does not know the struggles in her heart, and therefore, it is even more mixed.

The little guy cried for a long time, and after being hugged in his arms for a few moments, he fell asleep softly in his warm arms.

But the number of warmth can't sleep.