Chapter 595

Silence, silence, silence is Cambridge tonight

Often porridge speechless to ask the sky, dark white think rain general, know to take this group long to toss her!

"Slightly slightly slightly ~" but Siyu made a face directly at Chang Cong. She laughed so happily that she just laughed at herself. As expected, Feng Shui took turns. The ancients did not deceive me.

"Sister porridge!" The little guy looked at Chang Cong's distracted appearance, but he was not satisfied. He looked like a strict little teacher. Looking at her sister, she had to give her a guarantee.

"Good, good, porridge sister remember it!" Changcong is really helpless for xiaoconghua. She squats down and gently pinches the little guy's face. She finds that when it comes to her body, the little guy will be more serious.

It's just like the last time she hurt her foot. It's just because Siyu told her to take a good look at it. The little guy is really looking at changcong all the time. He doesn't let her move, and he stares at her to change her dressing on time.

Thanks to the little guy, changcong can get better so quickly.

It is precisely because of that lesson, Siyu will definitely move out the shallot flowers, sure enough, often porridge all of a sudden honest.

Looking at the unusual appearance of congee, Siyu laughed directly, "hahaha, it's really the power of xiaoconghua."

No one noticed that he had been sitting quietly not far away. He didn't seem to pay attention to Feng Tingmo here. The documents in his hand hadn't turned a page for a long time, and the corners of his mouth were rising slightly. It seemed that he saw something pleasant.

"That's right! Then let's refuel together Xiao Conghua nodded like a little adult, just because his little face was still in the hands of Chang Cong, which lost its original meaning, but had more lovely taste.

"Good." Often porridge porridge face is full of smile, not the slightest impatience by the shallot flower control, a large and a small face with the same smile.

"Eh, it's quite similar..." Siyu looked at the smiling faces of changcong and xiaoconghua, and said strangely that the faces of changcong and xiaoconghua were not like each other, but this meeting looked strange, but it had a strange sense of imagination.

Should be because contact for a long time, think of rain silently.

"Come on, come on." Siyu directly stretched out his hand and pulled up changcong. "If you play any more, you don't have to look at this injury." Think of rain not good spirit of say.

"Sister Siyu is really not gentle at all." But did not expect, the little guy saw Siyu such stormy appearance, direct Old God in the chant.

"Puff..." Chang Cong didn't hold back for a moment, and laughed directly. It seems that what funny things happened during his absence. Seeing the present state of Xiao Conghua and Siyu, they obviously get along well!

"Cut, gentleness can be a meal!" As a result, Siyu hears xiaoconghua say that she is not gentle, and doesn't refute at all. Instead, she shakes her hair quite natural and unrestrained, looking proud.

Chang Cong: "I don't think there's anything to be proud of when I'm reasonable!

"Slightly..."

"Slightly..."

A big and a small tacit understanding toward each other make faces, look at the familiar look, also know that this is certainly not the first time to do.

Sandwiched in the middle of a face of complex porridge: "forget it, forget it, they are happy!

"Boss hiss is too strong, isn't he?" When I opened Chang Cong's clothes and saw the bruise on her waist, Siyu was still a little surprised. The boss was too cruel and powerful, but there was some inexplicable joy in his heart

Originally, Siyu really thought that his eldest brother did not know how to read the documents himself. Originally... Hehe hehe, Siyu was smiling in his heart and also had a smile on his face.

Chang Cong is a little strange. How can Siyu know that it was because Feng Ting didn't throw a towel so hard that he bumped into it.

"Yes, but for him, I would not be like this!" Although there are some make complaints about porridge, there is no thought of it too much.

"Why?" Siyu's face flashed a touch of surprise, obviously did not expect that changcong could be so calm to say these to himself.

However, looking at Chang Cong's face of resentment, Siyu smiles more brightly. It seems that his feelings are very good, but the boss is too rough.

Sure enough, I still have to make up for my body, otherwise I can't bear it!

Very good, a beautiful misunderstanding formed, two people have their own thoughts, but no one thinks something is wrong.

But the little guy has been looking at the side of the rain to often porridge coated medicine, small face a tangled appearance, that small appearance, it is like the injury is her general.

Can't help but be teased by Siyu, but now the little guy seems to be in no mood, ignore Siyu, just persistent looking at the bruise on his waist.

Siyu shrugged his shoulders. This little guy really likes congee, and his eyes are full of worry.

"I guess those who don't know think you are xiaoconghua's mother." Siyu joked casually, didn't he? I'm afraid many biological mothers and daughters can't get along with each other like this.

"Well, if I had such a lovely daughter, I would wake up in my dreams." Often porridge porridge also didn't take seriously, said with a smile, looking at the little guy full of smiles inside.

On the other hand, the action of Feng Ting Mo holding the mobile phone is a pause. After Chang Cong's voice fell, Feng Ting Mo quietly pressed a save.

It's also a coincidence that Feng Tingmo just took out his mobile phone and wanted to explain things, but he just rubbed the recording key beside him and recorded the sentence of Chang Cong.

Originally wanted to delete the hand directly, so a pause, and then the point of the ghost to save, and then as if nothing happened to order things.

Chang Cong doesn't know anything about all this. One day, he will be tied by a man because of this inexplicable sentence. He can only say that everything is life

"The waist has been painted. Is there any other place on the body to be painted?" Siyu blinks a star and looks at changcong. It feels like she is going to be stripped off. Changcong is cool all over. It must be her illusion!

"No, this is the only place." Often porridge while answering the question of rain, while gently put his clothes down.

The ointment is cool and refreshing, but it's very comfortable.

"How can there be only one?" Siyu stares at changcong strangely. She seems to be judging whether she is lying or not. Is the location too secret for her to say?

After all, although Siyu has no practical experience, he has theoretical knowledge.