Chapter 253

Just now, I just lost my sense of propriety by making trouble with xiaoconghua.

Especially after that, she played a little bit more happily

This will look around, often porridge porridge just want to ask, why she did not have the ability to let the time back ah!

At this time, the bed is in a mess, and only the place where she and Xiao Conghua lie can watch.

Of course, it's only under the condition of relative comparison that we can barely say that. In fact, it's not much better

There is almost nothing left on the bed.

The sheets and quilts are all in a mess on the floor.

Even the pillow could not escape the fate of being "arranged", because when it was just noisy, it used the pillow as a weapon, so in contrast, the pillow was more miserable.

One was left far away on the sofa, and the other disappeared

If you look around, it's not a room. It's just a mess after a robbery.

Chang Cong can't help her. It's over. Now it's really over.

Originally sitting, straight and straight again fell on the bed.

Hands in the face, unwilling to face reality.

Oh, my God, it's just a little bit of fun. How did it develop like this!

Now it's good. I wanted to help Xiao Conghua ease her mood, but I didn't count it. At last, I forgot to play

In the end, Xiao Conghua's mood was better, but Chang Cong's mood began to be depressed. What can I do

The little guy blinked and looked at sister Cong for unknown reasons.

"Sister porridge, what are you doing?"

Little guy, this meeting had a rest for a while. Obviously, he has almost recovered. It can be said that he is in the state of full blood resurrection.

This will slowly turn over, two arms on the bed, small hands on their own flesh little face, blinking at porridge sister.

The little guy naturally doesn't know what to hide his mind and so on. He can say whatever he has.

What is sister Cong doing.

Just now I was lying down with myself, and suddenly I sat up.

Often porridge action, the little guy is naturally feel, but it will be really tired.

Xiao Conghua didn't try to sit up with her sister. She just tried a few times, her arms were soft, and then she gave up.

Obediently lying in bed, but although can't get up, eyes are not idle, looking at porridge sister first is motionless, with Lengshen the same.

Then he looked around and talked about something.

Because Chang Cong's voice was not loud, and there was a distance between the two people, Xiao Conghua didn't understand what he was saying.

As a result, before Xiao Conghua could make a sound, she saw Cong's sister lying back again.

This time two people are so close to each other, Xiao Conghua can hear what sister conghou is saying.

Just did not listen to the meaning of the words clearly, what "finished"? What is sister Cong talking about?

Xiao Cong Hua's head is full of fog and water. It's almost recovered, so he asks directly.

By the way, he also supported his little arm, moved his little body forward, and put his little head on his shoulder.

Two hairy head melon together, the little guy is also quite interested, with his fingers help often porridge Shun hair.

Said is Shun, actually is rubs on the face the hair, patiently took behind.

Often porridge just fell directly, hair naturally and paste all over the face.

So little guy, it's one of his own pleasures.

At this time, Chang Cong was not in the mood to care what the little guy was doing. She was still worried about what to do.

Want to also know, after a while that man wash gargle, if see all this, Xiao Conghua certainly won't have what punishment, after all is a little princess.

I don't have such treatment. I want to know that I have to bear it.

Think about often gruel gruel is refused, joking, that man has to die himself.

Think about that man's air conditioning, often porridge subconsciously hit a shiver, even exaggerated from a layer of goose bumps.

Xiaoconghua is so close to changcong, and she just stares at changcong. Naturally, she notices this abnormal reaction.

The little guy gently touched Chang Cong's face and frowned, "is sister Cong very cold?"

Naturally, the little guy didn't know what her elder sister had just done.

Just subconsciously think often porridge is cold, reach out to touch the bed, want to give porridge sister cover quilt.

"Why, where are the quilts?"

Touch a few times did not touch, the little guy some impatient look back, just surprised to find that the quilt on the bed how all disappeared?

Hear this sentence, often porridge porridge but also can't hold back, originally closed eyes, Shua suddenly opened.

The little guy still wanted to get up and look for the quilt, but he didn't realize what was wrong.

But all of a sudden, Chang Cong sat up again.

Xiao Conghua looked at her congee sister in a daze, and her eyes were full of confusion.

What's sister porridge doing? Why does she look so anxious?

Although shallot flower is young, but the mind is very delicate, the feeling of people's emotional fluctuations is very obvious.

So although this meeting often porridge did not say anything, but the shallot flower is able to feel, porridge sister this meeting's mood seems to have something wrong.

Chang Cong will be staring at the door of the bathroom.

This will also be able to hear the clatter of water inside, pursed lips, so escape is not the way, sooner or later that man will come out, a come out is bound to find this thing.

The sound of water is still going on, which means that men still need a while, that is, they still have time to make up!

I don't know how long I've just quarreled with the little guy. I can't estimate the time when a man goes in. This is a problem.

But it's not important any more. The most important thing now is that if you can remedy it, it's better than waiting to die!

"Well, xiaoconghua, you sit quietly, and sister porridge will clean up the room."

After thinking about it, Chang Cong didn't delay any more. He got out of bed to find his shoes and said to the little scallion on the bed with a smile.

Although this smile, how to see some far fetched.

"Sister porridge, do you want to clean up the room? Isn't the room cleaned up by a maid? "

Hear often congee words, Xiao Conghua puzzled crooked head, a face naive asked.

It's not surprising that Xiao Conghua has been like this since she had memories. Why does sister Cong have to clean up by herself?