Chapter 164: My idols have been trained again 39

And the most excessive thing is that he is so clingy that he doesn't beat him.

Seeing the little girl's little eyes become more and more strange.

Sheng Junshu felt that he shouldn't be entangled with her here.

So he straightened up, pulled the little girl up, and urged her to wash and tidy up.

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Quite a peaceful night.

Qinghui slept relatively peacefully, and he slept very deeply.

There was no more trouble that made people laugh and cry.

After a night of fermentation, there was more discussion about Qinghui, and most of them still adhered to an attitude of disbelief.

After all, Qinghui has only debuted for three months, and she has no works, and most of the variety shows she participated in are marginalized roles, with average performance, and even some not very good places, which were cut out by the program team, and her original debut was too famous, so it attracted ridicule from all walks of life.

These things are not in a hurry.

Sheng Junshu got up early, his black hair was messy and lazy, his clothes were messy, and the buttons on his neckline were loose, revealing his delicacySense of the clavicle.

He had just woken up in the morning, and the usual smile on his face had not yet been put on, and there was a little danger in his laziness, and his dark eyes were down.

Then he glanced at the small group of three, Qing Qiong did resist violently last night, and was finally suppressed by Qing Xuan.

After all, just one sentence, my sister lives by herself, I don't worry, if you can go back now, let Sheng Junshu come back.

Qingqiong, who is on a business trip abroad at the moment: ......

Sheng Junshu lifted the corners of his lips and laughed, thinking about Qinghui's soft and white appearance, and only at this time did he mend the knife unhurriedly.

Hui cub agent: The child is depressed, of course I have to watch it carefully as an agent, is there any problem?

Then I sent a message to the assistant and asked him to bring a change of clothes.

Then I got up and went to the kitchen to take a look.

Nothing, clean could not be cleaner.

Then looking at the refrigerator that was empty and refrigerated, and there was nothing at all, Sheng Junshu was silent for a long time, picked up his mobile phone, and asked the assistant to bring breakfast by the way.

He turned around, intending to wake the little girl up.

The door is open, the curtains in the room are also close to the side of the bed, the early morning light is just obliquely hitting the soft light pink bed, the summer quilt is soft and thin, although it is not so hot now, but this child can really cover the quilt, the little hand pulls the quilt, the face is covered, only a fluffy hair is exposed.

Lie in bed.

Sheng Junshu walked to the side of the bed, half-squatted down, and spoke in a low voice.

The man's voice is hoarse, and he is extraordinarily sexual in the early morning|||sense, "Wake up, Qinghui?" ”

As soon as he put his hand up, he was impatiently pushed away by Qinghui.

Then the little body rolled up on the quilt and rolled into a long strip and rolled to the side.

Sheng Junshu's hand was pushed away, and his palm was placed casually on the side of the little girl's pillow.

Looking at Qinghui who wrapped himself in a caterpillar.

It's a little hard to laugh and cry.

I haven't bracketed myself yet, and I'm going to say anything.

Qinghui probably felt uncomfortable in this position.

The bones rolled back again, and the quilt was loose.

The little girl's hand was soft and directly put down, and it gently fell into his spread palm impartially.

The warm fingertips, the nails that were not long or short lightly scratched the palms, a little itchy, and made him subconsciously close his palms.

Strange emotions suddenly rose in my heart.

There was a sound of a string breaking in my head.