It took some time for Vienna to reply, she missed her daughter, but because of the rules, she couldn't go to hell.

Su Ci replied seriously.

By the way, I also talked about my own hair loss.

She's distressed, she's shedding hard, it's always tickling, and it's getting more and more these days.

The money jar whispered softly: "It's better to be a jar, it's smooth, and it's okay." ”

System: "? ”

After Su Ci finished writing the letter, she stood on tiptoe and put it in the mailbox outside the villa, she saw the aunt who was cutting the flower garden, revealing a shallow pear vortex to her, her eyes were crooked, and she looked sweet.

The aunt got up and shouted, "Miss porcelain." ”

After the little angel left, on the balcony on the second floor, the demon was elegantly holding a book in his hand, but the dark red eyes that read it were so obscure.

He got up and walked out into the garden.

The aunt who was pruning the flower garden saw the demon and was slightly surprised: "Are you going out?" ”

The demon didn't speak, just stood outside the mailbox and took the letter out.

He looked down.

The heavenly text on the envelope was round and lovely, just like herself, slightly coquettish to her beloved mother, complaining slightly about the loss of hair.

The corners of the demon's lips couldn't help but curl slightly, and his eyes became a little gentle for a moment.

It seemed to be possible to think of the silver-haired angel writing this letter, with his toes slightly bent, his legs dangling, and his pink lips slightly pursed.

But the next moment.

The demon couldn't help but feel a little jealous in his heart, jealous that such a coquettish lovely angel had never spoken to him in such a tone in front of him.

Demons are despicable and greedy.

She wanted everything she had, including her soul.

The demon put the letter away, and in the study, took a feather again, and wrote it again, imitating the handwriting.

He looked condescendingly at the freshly baked letter.

A smile slowly appeared.

Go back to heaven?

Don't even think about it.

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Su Ci didn't know that her envelope had been cut off, and she didn't know that the little angel was going back to heaven after the successful moulting.

She's now sneezing from the moulting period.

The feathers fell more and more, the money jar essence's nose was tickled by the fluffy feathers, and her soft and glutinous milk sneezing could be heard from time to time in the villa.

"Wooh. Brother, I'm so uncomfortable. ”

The angel stretched out his arm, sniffed, stretched out his little hand, and hugged the demon.

The demon patted the angel on the back as he touched the moist corners of her eyes with his lips and whispered, "Good, brother hug you." ”

The money jar didn't notice this move too much, and her nose itched again.

I sneezed several times.

"Ahh Chirp. ”

The demon was also distressed, but the moulting period was a process that the angels had to go through, and he held the angel and made her lie on his shoulder. Bow your head and kiss her wings.

Su Ci sneezed and slowly fell asleep.

The little fists were still clenched, and under the eyelashes, there were a little wet tears.

The nose still looks a little red.

It seems a bit of a dazed grievance.

The demon looked down for a moment, then gently kissed the teardrop away.

The demon had to go to a private school once a month to finish his education. But this month, he didn't want to go.

He was already very willful, and other demons needed to go every day, but he relied on his talent and excellence to obtain privileges.