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Chapter 298 Blooming tender white daisies

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    "Brother Sanhuang, won't you go in with Sisi to see Sister Fairy?"

    He Lianci tilted her little head, the little girl thought, the last time she squatted in the pit and met the fairy sister,

    So this time, I want to take Brother Sanhuang to sneak a look to see if Sister Fairy will come to squat again or something.

    Good things need to be shared together, good-looking fairy sister, of course, you also have to take Brother Sanhuang to watch it together.

    Brother Sanhuang gave himself meat buns to eat, and also protected himself, which is great.

    He Lianyou's small hands were behind his back, a little restrained, and finally, as if mustering up his courage, he raised his white and tender bun face,

    Seeing Helian wanting to educate the little girl righteously, seeing the little girl's ignorant eyes, her words became soft again,

    "Little Huangmei is a woman, and Brother Sanhuang is a man"

    In the end, He Lianyou's Bai Nen Baozi's face and the base of his ears became more and more red, as if bleeding was dripping.

    "Ah, well, it seems to be shouting too."

    ?He Lian felt belatedly, and scratched her little head with her small hands,

    "Then, then, Sisi, go in and have a look by yourself. If the fairy sister comes to squat again, Sisi will bring the fairy sister out."

    "Um."

    He Lianyou nodded. In fact, He Lianyou's six-year-old baby is not very interested in the fairy sister in the little girl's mouth.

    Because in the little book in He Lianyou's heart, the little queen is a beautiful little fairy.

    The wind blows the willow leaves swaying, and He Lianyou, a six-year-old doll, obediently stands under the willow tree, waiting for He Liansi to come out,

    After a while, a little girl named Helian walked out with small steps.

    The little girl had her little hands behind her back, shaking her fluffy little head, and on her pink and tender face, there was an expression of extreme disappointment,

    He Lianyou pursed his lips, took a step with his short legs, thought of something, and subconsciously took it back.

    "Ah, Brother Sanhuang, Sister Fairy is not here today."

    The little girl was extremely disappointed, and her little feet, wearing lotus root powder embroidered shoes, kicked away a stone on the ground.

    He Lianyou raised his hand to touch the little girl's head, raised his little hand behind his back,

    A few tender white daisies in full bloom appeared in front of Helian Sisi, followed by Helianyou's immature childlike voice,

    "Brother Huang, I can also give you flowers."

    After a pause, He Lianyou's curly eyelashes flickered slightly on his white and tender bun face, and he added,

    "Wait for spring, brother Huang will plant a yard of peach blossoms for little sister Huang."

    Uncle said that peach blossoms are only available in spring, so, um, I stuffed a few big peaches into my little cloth bag.

    What to say, what do you want to do with peach blossoms, it is not as practical as peaches can be eaten,

    He wrote it down in a small notebook: that was the day when uncle was not a man again.

    He Lian, with eyes as moist as grapes, stared at the tender white daisies that Brother Sanhuang held in his hand, and then listened to what Brother Sanhuang said,

    I don't know what's wrong, so I just warm my heart and suck my sore little nose,

    The small hands took those few little daisies that were just in full bloom and were just tender and white. On the pink and tender little face, the small eye sockets were already red and red.

    He Lianyou was a little flustered when he saw that the little queen was crying, and a pair of small brows frowned on her white and tender bun face.

    The two little hands hanging by the side felt a little overwhelmed, and the only thing left in their mind was:

    Why did the little queen cry, what should the little queen do when she cried, did she do something wrong, did she not like little daisies, but only peach blossoms.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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