"Did ranmo cry just now?"
Ling Qing didn't dare to talk and nodded.
"It's time to send him to kindergarten."
Lingqing:??
What kind of magical brain circuit is this? Do you want to send it to kindergarten when you cry?
But the identity of dye ink is not suitable, should ask tutor just good.
But she didn't dare to raise any objection. Now she is very empty.
Guilty!
Her coquettish coquetry: "you happy good, husband, I am hungry ~"
Di Si looked at her smiling face, as if her face was not very good.
When he got to the door just now, he heard some words. Although he didn't get much useful information, he could guess that it must have something to do with the little woman.
It's not a good thing that she can hide from herself.
He picked up the light porridge, stirred it with a spoon, and a trace of white heat floated out.
"But I'm not very happy."
As he fed, he looked aggrieved.
As expected, Lingqing asked, "Why are you unhappy? Is someone bullying you?"
Someone bullies you, please find her.
She came to tear the enemy!
Emperor Si shook his head and said, "it's not others, it's you."
The porridge that hasn't been eaten is stuck in the throat like this. After a long time, Lingqing swallows it difficultly.
What did he say?
She bullied him. When did she bully him. She is still a patient!
"Where did I bully you?"
For his deep eyes, she suddenly felt guilty, and the prepared words didn't work. Cheating is not bullying!
"The baby has."
"No!" She replied, strangling her neck.
She is a good baby!
"Yes."
"No!"
Emperor worship cool look at her, also don't continue to argue.
She feels like something's wrong.
It turned out that she thought too much.
Emperor Si just silently fed her food. He didn't say anything else. Lingqing shut up.
At this time, there are many mistakes.
But Lingqing felt as if he was wronged, or very wronged. Her guilt came out all at once.
Finally, when he put down his things and wanted to go out, Lingqing could not help holding his clothes.
"Are you angry?" She asked timidly.
Emperor Si pursed his mouth and said, "no, how can I be angry with you? I won't be angry with you all my life."
Listen to his words, her heart sour, clearly should be moved, right? But the heart does not listen, eyes do not listen, want to cry.
"Baby, don't think about it. I'll clean up these pearls and you'll have a good rest first."
"Good..."
What she can say, no matter how pale the language is, it's useless.
Coupled with the injury, heartache, she soon closed her eyes tired.
The emperor's sacrifice guarded her like this. Seeing her lips without any color, she felt a pain in her heart.
He looked at it for a long time, then took the box to pick up the pearls on the ground.
Every corner he looked for carefully, and there was no residue.
Their little women are usually careless, or knock here, or hurt there, usually in the room will accidentally kick the stool, bedside and so on.
Even though he had not seen her wound, he still felt that she was in pain.
If these pearls can't be picked up clean, she will step on and slip one day, which is not to love him to death.
I can't let dye ink come to my room to cry. I'll make a plate for him to hold pearls.
Xiaoranmo: are you serious?
It's used by other people's children to treat their own injuries!
Lingqing sleeps soundly and feels as if someone is calling her.
But she didn't know who it was!
"Honey..."
She walked on the dark road, extremely lonely.
A familiar cry let her palpitation, this is someone thinking of her?