Chapter 493 [Please Enter the Urn] Her Little Yellow Book 1
It turns out that "The Legend of the Three Wonders of the Flower God" is still a banned book?
Su Shengsheng's eyes rolled, but it was the old god who said: "This book is just about the backyard of some rich and noble people, brothers, friends, brothers, sisters, and blind dates." ”
With the impression of a cursory reading, Su Shengsheng was blind, and at the end he didn't forget to say "hehe" twice, laughed dryly, and responded to the situation.
When Wei Huaijin heard this, his long eyebrows furrowed even tighter, Su Shengsheng looked at the angry face of the man in front of him, others were angry with a fierce look, and when he was angry, it was frost and snow, and there was a wisp of lonely and cold glamorous color.
It's beautiful, it's glamorous, it's cold.
couldn't help it, Su Shengsheng secretly smacked his tongue in his heart-
This scene is that the beauty is angry, and it is also unique.
Well, this sentence was learned from the book not long ago, and there is something else, "Come, beauty, let's warm the tent and spend the night together." ”
At that time, Su Shengsheng felt that the phrase "warm tent ecstasy and good night" was very suitable, but the scene of the long night was getting deeper.
It's a pity that her eyes were still confused, and when she wanted to get into it, before she could brew the sentence "beauty", she was knocked on the head by Wei Huaijin with the book.
It is not heavy or light, it seems that there are two points of intimacy, three points of anger, and five points of hatred.
"Nonsense!"
Wei Huaijin scolded lightly, quite a kind of depression when he saw a small tree with red roots, and was raised crookedly.
He flipped through the book at the moment, glanced at ten lines, and quickly scanned it, but his eyelids jumped frequently, and finally he simply tore up this last lonely book, "Where does this book come from brothers, friends, brothers, and sisters?" It's all foul language, unsightly words! ”
In the end, Su Shengsheng didn't have time to taste the "Three Wonderful Biography of the God of Flowers", so he never had a chance to see it again.
That night, all her treasures were all suffered, and she really wanted to cry without tears, and her liver and lungs were blown away.
She blushed and wanted to lose her temper with him, but Wei Huaijin only said, "If the princess doesn't like the villain to come to read at night, then the villain will not disturb the princess in the future." ”
Just such a sentence immediately made her lose her momentum.
held back the tears of grievance for a while, and then she didn't say a word, picked up a book casually sullenly, and pretended to read it if she couldn't read it.
She ignored him and didn't accept his words, so she puffed out her cheeks, her eyes were full of grievances and annoyance, and her lonely and depressed little appearance finally made him sigh silently and chose to back down.
He felt that he was really raising a little Jiaojiao.
Or raise a kitten, delicate, smart, cold and indifferent in the face of outsiders, noble and ignorant.
But when facing him, he is really a cat temper, waving his cat's claws from time to time to scratch him and slap him, trying to attract his attention, but he will not really show his claws to him and hurt him.
Finally, in his compromise, she sat on his lap and leaned into his arms as she had done when she was a child, listening to him read.
Although his mouth was pursed, there was a smile in the corner of his eyes.
This time it was replaced by a genuine "Candle Talk", the content was extremely boring, but she listened to it with relish, and from time to time she could argue with him and express her opinions.
When her emotions gradually eased, she forgot about the previous unpleasantness.
The words gradually increased, and I thought that this book was pedantic, which was boring, where it was boring, where it was boring.
In the end, she was even more anti-guest-oriented, and told him about a book she had read-
What the name of the book was, Su Shengsheng didn't remember much.
But the content was strange, which impressed her, so she told it like a few treasures.