Chapter 125

Ginger cotton cotton hanging eyelids, long and dense eyelashes like two cute little brushes, low drooping.

She bit her lip and said nothing, but the careful liver on the left side of her chest seemed to be stimulated by some sudden, fluttering, fluttering.

It's throbbing.

I can't wait for the girl's answer.

The war chief bent his long finger and pinched her tender face with a slightly heavier tone: "Ginger cotton cotton cotton"

Mian Mian is forced to look up and frown at him.

The man's lips are slightly crooked. He suddenly pinches her hand and presses it on her own chest: "feel your conscience, cotton wool, like what I like so much, and divorce all day long. Is it against his heart, eh?"

Mian Mian turned a big white eye at him.

Wipe!

Who said she liked him?

How do you like it?!

She wrinkled her nose angrily: "uncle, it's not conscience, it's someone else's Mimi..."

Zhan Muqian: "..."

……

Jiang Mianmian deeply felt that he had sprained his ankle, which was actually a little bit of a blessing in disguise.

I thought it would not be a good result if I was caught by Zhan Muqian after I failed in running away from home, but because she was injured, it seems that this matter will not end.

Not only that, she doesn't have to go to school. She can keep it in bed.

Mianmian is still dreaming when she sleeps to three poles in the day. zzzz… （。 -In her dream, she was hungry and lost her way. She looked around aimlessly for food. Subconsciously, she told her that it was time for her to get up and eat.

She slowly opened her eyes and rubbed them habitually. At the end of the bed, she saw a group of soft buns, which scared her completely.

"Little baozi" is not aggressive. She blinks her cute eyes and says, "little sister, the sun is shining on her buttocks. You finally wake up."

Jiang Mianmian's sprained foot was unconscious, but his head hurt

Wipe, is her life mysterious?

She grabbed her hair and said calmly, "Chen, Chen Chen, what are you doing? How are you in my room?"

Ruan Jingchen blinked and replied innocently: "my godfather asked me to wake you up. I called for half an hour. It's about that your snoring is too loud. I can't hear you..."

Mian Mian's face slightly changed: "I, how can I snore?"

Ruan Jingchen raised his hand to the minipad. "Sister, I recorded it. Do you want to listen to it?"

“…… No, no! " She will never believe that she snores!

I found that I was still wearing a halter skirt, and the boy in front of me was a little boy

Jiang Mianmian hurriedly put on his outer robe. As soon as he was about to open his mouth, the door was pushed open.

Zhan Muqian, in his military uniform, was clearly ready to go out. He reached out and rubbed the girl's head.

"Does the foot still hurt?"

Mian Mian is a little embarrassed in front of the children. She shakes her head hurriedly, "no pain, you When did your son come here? Is there no kindergarten today? "

Before he opened his mouth, Chenchen said: "sister, my godfather said that you were injured, you can only stay at home, it will be very boring, but my godfather will go to the army, so let Chenchen play with you..."

“……” Jiang Mianmian, a four-year-old boy to play with her?

Zhan Muqian put his arms around her waist and kissed her forehead as if no one else were there. "Darling, enough sleep to eat."

Cotton wool electric shock in general, small hand against his chest heavily push him, low voice asked: "you are crazy, why kiss me?"