The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old

Chapter 353: Lied to the five-year-old doll again

  Chapter 353 Lie to a five-year-old doll again

  I saw his sleeves dropped slightly, as if he was carrying something heavy.

  Jiang Huailu was used to turning his pockets. At first, Lu Huaijiang was still a little resistant.

  I can see that she smiles happily every time she digs out and eats, so let her go.

  At this moment, Jiang Huailu found a small and square thing in it. Looking at what looked like a transparent jasper, he pinched it with one hand.

  "This is something in my house. I went back home these few days. I took it out." Lu Huaijiang glanced at it and said casually.

  Jiang Huailu picked it up and printed a stamp on the bed. He only thought the pattern on the stamp was very beautiful.

   "Lulu likes it." Then Lu Huaijiang printed it on his face and his clothes.

  After printing, it is a red pattern, which looks really nice.

Lu Huaijiang looked at her deeply, thought for a moment, and saw that she was really happy, and said: "Nothing, if you like it, just stay with you and play. When you get back to Beijing, I will pick it up again. Anyway, don't break your promise. If you don't come to see me, it will be done!"

  Lu Huaijiang repeatedly asked, but Jiang Huailu nodded without listening.

   "I must come to you, I must come. Lulu hasn't returned to Beijing yet, and it seems that Lulu can return to Beijing. The whole family is exiled..." The little girl Balabala rolled her eyes.

  Lu Huaijiang smiled sullenly: "As long as you want to."

  Lu Huaijiang squatted on the side of the bed, his lips opened, and he stopped talking. There was a rare hesitation in his eyes.

   "What happened to Brother Lu?"

  Rao is Lu Huaijiang's tenacity, and he can't help but feel a little hot at the moment.

  How to deceive a child like this.

   "Lulu, brother Lu Jiang has confiscated the birthday gift since he was a child. Have you prepared a gift for your brother? Lulu will not just a happy birthday to offset the gift, right?"

   "Brother Lu killed all the ghost generals as a gift." Lu Huaijiang said with a cheeky face.

  Sure enough, Jiang Huailu pinched his fingers tangledly.

   "Lulu is still a child..." Asking a five-year-old child for a gift, can you bear the heart, Brother Lu?

  I could see Brother Lu's face lost, and there was a bit of sorrow in her eyes, she was not embarrassed anymore.

   Suddenly, there was a flash of light in my mind.

   "Lulu has prepared a unique gift. Brother Lu, come here, and Lulu will give it to you." A sly flash flashed in the little girl's eyes, and she stretched out her hand to beckon Lu Huaijiang.

  Lu Huaijiang seemed to know nothing, so he leaned in.

  Bah...

   A heavy kiss on the cheek, without the slightest desire or thought, is the child's simple expression of intimacy.

   Then she saw her chest up and said, "Hey, Lulu has prepared a gift. Lulu carefully prepared this. Does Lulu like it?"

  The little girl was a little embarrassed, she pinched her fingers and shrank her shoulders.

  Lu Huaijiang smiled sorrowfully, as if following that chirp, dispelling all his haze.

  He really knows this girl well.

  This is the best gift for his heart.

   Feeling the familiar tugging, Lu Huai Jiang narrowed his eyebrows and looked at the seal Lulu was measuring casually: "Lulu, you promised Brother Lu, you can’t break your words."

  "I'm waiting for you in the capital." After speaking, the boy in front of him turned into a white light and dissipated in front of him.

  As the teenager disappeared, the little girl seemed to lose energy.

   Measured the seal of the play with both hands, and fell on the bed, slamming.

   "Hey... Brother is coming home. Lulu doesn't know when I can enter Beijing." The little fat girl muttered vaguely, then threw the seal under the pillow and fell asleep.

  She knows that she will soon meet the opportunity to return to Beijing, but she does not know when it will arrive and how it will happen.

  Suddenly there is one less person around, which is quite unaccustomed.

  (End of this chapter)