The young man raised his cool fingertips, tapped the girl's eyebrows, and smiled in his voice.

"Qianyue, I've already said it, in private, just call me by my name."

The girl lowered her eyebrows and said shyly, "Well, Ah Yuan." ”

…

The next day, the sky turned white.

The little milk bag's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a pair of harmless pupils stared at the sleeping Qianming without blinking.

She stretched out her hand and drew the eyebrows and eyes of Qianying, the corners of her mouth raised a slight smile, and her eyes were shining, as if they would glow.

Qianming subconsciously raised his hand and grabbed the finger of the little milk bag.

The little boy opened his eyes, and just wanted to crush Qianshu's fingers, he saw that the little milk bag had moist eyes and wet eyes.

He let go of his fingers and sat up.

With cold and indifferent eyes, he looked at the small milk bag lying on his side on the bed, holding his other hand in one hand.

The little milk bag fell on the bed quilt with tears in her eyes, without saying a word, raising her eyebrows and looking at Qianming's indifferent eyes.

What a little ancestor.

Qian Ming sighed softly, bent down slightly to approach the little milk bag, poked out the white jade flawless slender fingers, wiped away the tears in the eyes of the little milk bag, and gently held the fingers held by the little milk bag.

The little milk bag looked at the little boy's lips and his face like a peach blossom, and was stunned.

My brother's appearance seems to be a girl.

Qianming's red lips opened slightly, and she blew on the fingers of the little milk bag, and rubbed the red fingers of the little milk bag with her fingertips, and her tone was soft: "It won't hurt if you blow it, don't cry anymore, okay?" "What a squeamish little bunny.

Little Milk Bag Inside: Does She Look Mentally Handicapped?

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The general is not there, and the affairs in the palace are temporarily handed over to the eldest lady to take full control.

When the eldest lady heard that Qian Su had entered Qian's bedroom, she was not kicked out, and a trace of uneasiness flashed in her eyes.

The little milk bag hugged Qianming's white and tender neck, and looked at the eldest lady with apricot eyes like a smile.

The eldest lady didn't notice Qianshu's eyes, frowned, and thought about something.

Qianying saw the eldest lady standing in the study, with killing intent in her eyes.

Shen Yunhe!

The little milk bag always paid attention to Qianming, and when she saw that Qianming's face was not quite right, she raised her head slightly, she sighed, and her pink lips kissed the little boy's slightly cool chin.

Qianming's body stiffened and pursed her thin red lips, and she looked at the bright apricot eyes of the little milk bag.

The little milk bag was lying in Qianming's ear, and her voice was glutinous and cute.

"Brother, with crispy pastry, you will definitely have good luck, and your wishes will come true." Meng Po told her that she had accumulated a lot of merit in modern times, which would bring good luck to people who were good to her in the next life.

Qian Ming listened to the words of the little milk bag, and looked at the little milk bag's eyes slightly downcast.

The eldest lady saw Qian Ming and Xiao Nibao standing outside the door, smiling brightly, she was just about to speak, but the little boy turned around and left directly.

Shen Yunhe bit her lip and looked at the back of the little boy, a touch of morbid obsession flashed in the depths of her eyes.

*

The luxuriously decorated Fenghua Restaurant is noisy.

Qian Ming hugged the little milk bag tightly, raised his legs and slowly walked up the steps, and walked to the box on the third floor for the children of the nobles.

The little milk bag freed up a snow-white and soft little hand and pinched the face of Qianyingmian like congealed fat.

My brother's face is as soft as a girl's.

Qian Ming sat down in the chair and felt the little milk bag fingers pinching his face, he lowered his head slightly, and said softly: "What's the matter, crispy?" ”

Shaking a paper fan with a poem, a young man with a flamboyant anger between his eyebrows and eyes, with the movement of the guard behind him pushing the wheelchair, appeared opposite the little milk bag.

He was surprised to see that Qianming's attitude towards the little milk bag was so good.

Moment.

Qian Ming's gaze fell on him, his eyes indifferent and indifferent.

"Lu Ci, this little rabbit in my arms ......" Qian Ming paused and continued: "This one in my arms is my sister Qianshu, who is still young, you don't have to talk nonsense in front of her." ”

Before he could speak, why did he warn him first?

Lu Ci was a little puzzled.

The little milk bag stretched out its two soft and white hands, pulling the cuffs of Qianmingxuan's clothes, and her apricot eyes were well-behaved and harmless.

"Brother, it's not that crispy."

After speaking, the little milk bag looked at Lu Ci who was angry, and there was banter in his eyes.

The little milk bag's soft and white little hand let go of Qianming's neck, snapped, and stood on the ground.

Qian Su tilted his head slightly, and looked at Lu Ci's legs innocently and obediently.

Lu Ci didn't notice the gaze of the little milk bag, and when he saw Qianming's slightly gloomy expression, he shook his fan and smiled angrily.

"Qiansu, this girl looks very well-behaved, but she doesn't look like your own sister."

The next second.

The little milk bag ran in front of Lu Ci, puffed out his cheeks slightly, his eyes were clear, and he stretched out his soft and snow-white fingertips.

Qian Ming saw the appearance of the little milk bag raising his hand, and in an instant, his expression was cold and terrifying.

The little milk bag snatched the paper fan in Lu Ci's hand and held it in his arms.

"Why don't you stand up, big brother?"

After speaking, an imperceptible fierce light crossed the eyes of the little milk bag.

When Qian Ming heard the words of the little milk bag, the corners of his mouth suddenly raised a smile.

The little boy was in a very good mood, and his red lips opened lightly.

"Crispy, wait a little longer, the goat's milk will come up."

When the little milk bag heard the goat's milk, he turned his head and seemed to inadvertently step on Lu Ci's two feet.

Lu Ci: "......"

The little milk bag snapped, fell to the ground, raised his head, and looked at Qianming with bright apricot eyes, as if there were stars in his eyes.

"Brother, I want to hug ~" Xiao Nibao's voice was soft, his eyes were slightly red, and his eyes were flashing with tears.

Qian Ming lowered her gaze and looked at the little milk bag lying on the ground.

The little milk bag has a pair of soft and boneless little soft hands holding the paper fan in his arms, and the stars in his eyes seem to be gone, as if he is a little milk cat abandoned by the owner, looking at the owner pitifully, as if he wants to get the owner's love and does not want to be abandoned.

"Don't make a fuss, crispy." Qianming's voice was clear and cold.

The little milk bag turned her head in a temper and snorted.

Moment.

The little milk bag looked at the landing eyes.

Lu Ci saw the little milk bag staring at him, sneered, lowered his head slightly, raised a hand, and said, "Your brother doesn't hug it, I'll hug it." ”

Dislike flashed in the eyes of the little milk bag, and she obediently and skillfully poked out her white and soft fingertips to grab Lu Ci's fingers.

Lu Ci smiled at the corner of his mouth, thinking in his heart, when he hugged the little girl, he must say something, and he was so angry.

Outcome!!!

The little boy appeared in front of the little milk bag at some point.

He bent down, his slender fingers as cold as jade, and picked up the little milk bag.

The little milk bag looked at Qianming at a loss, and tears fell down.

The back of Qianming's hand was full of tears from the little milk bag.

At this moment, Qianming's heart ached inexplicably.

The smile on the corner of Lu Ci's mouth froze, looking at the appearance of the brother and sister, gritted his teeth, and said: "You! ”

The little milk bag looked at Lu Ci when he heard the sound, and his eyes fell on Lu Ci's legs for a few seconds.

Qiansu lay on his stomach softly in Qianming's ear, and his voice was soft and glutinous.

"Brother, Crispy wants to drink goat's milk now."

Qian Ming frowned slightly, and her thin red lips opened: "Brother went to the kitchen to serve goat's milk, you stay here obediently, okay?" ”

The little milk bag nodded like a pounded garlic uh-huh, and a sly smile flashed in his apricot eyes.

…

Lu Ci saw that Qian Ming was really going to the kitchen and personally brought goat's milk to the little girl, and his eyes were shocked.

"Now that my brother is gone, does the eldest brother want to take care of me like my brother~"

The little milk bag held the paper fan in his fingertips, looked at it harmlessly, and picked up the porcelain cup of Lu Ci.

Lu Ci put down the porcelain cup, rested it on the table of the restaurant, and stopped continuing to drink tea.

His eyes were angry, and his tone was brisk: "Yes, take care of you." ”

The little milk bag lifted the paper fan and hit Lu Ci's legs hard.

Suddenly, Lu Ci's legs ached.

, how can the little girl beat people.

The little milk bag raised her chin lightly and snorted coldly, a dissatisfied look appeared on the pink carved doll face, and the pink lips were slightly opened......