Chapter 2912

The little monk's face was not embarrassed. With a cute little face, he turned to the tree and blinked his big eyes

"Don't be cute." Tree face expressionless way.

Yes, that's the tone. It's not a dream. It's a real benefactor in front of her.

"Benefactor is really you, benefactor!" The child is like waking up from a dream. The little palm is down and slaps on his thigh.

"It hurts, it hurts!" The little monk grinned and suddenly put out two radish hands and threw them into the tree's arms. The tears fell down like golden beans. "Benefactor, benefactor, are you looking for emptiness?"

Arbor's heart is soft, but his face is still expressionless, and his small hand lifts it involuntarily. He taps it twice on his back, "OK, man's big husband, doesn't shed blood or tears. What's the strength of crying?"

"Amitabha, I'm only five years old this year. I'm not a man in a strict sense."

"One day, I will be able to report the four blessings to you and help you three times..."

The tree reached out and covered the little monk's mouth.

I'm afraid the child's nagging from childhood can't be changed.

You can talk about it all the time, but you can also talk about those Buddhas and gods all the time. You can't be too tired!

The little monk opened a pair of black and white clear, round big eyes to look at the tree, "female, benefactor! Men and women give and receive not light, you, you loosen the monk! "

Arbor a brain melon on his full forehead, "shut up."

The little monk flattened his mouth and dropped his head for a moment. Wei Quba whispered, "you have changed."

"You didn't look like that before."

Trees:

"You used to hold me and coax me." The empty little monk said pitifully, "you will comb my hair and braid my hair! It's not as fierce as it is now. "

Now, even Molian can't help being speechless.

Do you have hair on your head? What's the braid? It's probably a dream again. I dreamed about Joe.

The child's dream in his dream, Qiao Qiao, feels that she is gentle and watery, just like her mother. Ninety nine percent of them have replaced Qiao Qiao with her mother's identity

Arbor is funny and carefree to touch the head of the little monk, "to tell my sister, how do you feel now?"

"My heart and mouth ache. I don't feel comfortable anywhere. Benefactor, take a walk on your back! " Empty and chubby little hands are blocking their hearts.

Arbor:!

Why does she want to shoot the child so badly?

The ink lotus on one side feels more wrong.

How can the little monk flirt with his younger sister? I'm afraid that this flirting skill comes naturally. How old is it? It can trick little girls. Six of them are really unclean!

The arbor side has not yet moved, the chamber ink lotus then a flash body came to two people in front, the finger a carry to carry the little monk round fat body to rise.

He said to the little monk, "it's heavy."

The tree drew its mouth.

In fact, she also found that the little monk seemed to be more chubby than before she left. You can imagine how well Wei Ziqin, her mother, fed her at home.

"If you get any fatter, you'll develop horizontally."

The little monk widened his round eyes and said, "benefactor, your husband is treating people again!"