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The little monk couldn't help but look embarrassed. With a cute little face, he turned to Qiao Mu and blinked his big watery eyes, "Female, female donor?"
"Don't be cute." Qiao Mu said expressionlessly.
"Yes, yes, that's the tune. It's true that I'm not dreaming, but the real female benefactor is right in front of me."
"The female donor is really you, female donor!" The child seemed to be waking up from a dream, with his small palm downwards, he slapped himself on the thigh.
"It hurts, it hurts!" The little monk grinned and suddenly stretched out two small radish hands and threw them into Qiao Mu's arms. Tears fell one by one like golden beans. "Female donor, female donor, come here." Are you looking for Kong Kong?"
Qiao Mu couldn't help but feel weak, but his face was still expressionless. He raised his little hand involuntarily and patted his back twice, "Okay, a real man. If you bleed but don't shed tears, why are you crying?" "
"Amitabha, the young monk is only five years old this year and is not yet a man in the strict sense."
"Waiting for the young monk to be able to complete his merits one day, repay the fourfold kindness, and relieve the three hardships"
Qiao Mu reached out and covered the little monk¡¯s mouth.
I¡¯m afraid this child can¡¯t change his habit of nagging since childhood.
It¡¯s okay for you to babble, but you still babble about those Buddhas and gods all day long, and you¡¯re not tired of it!
The little monk looked at the tree with his big round eyes that were clear in black and white, "Female, female donor! Men and women do not take it lightly, you, let go of the little monk!"
Qiao Mu¡¯s brain suddenly hit his plump forehead, ¡°Shut up.¡±
The little monk flattened his mouth, lowered his head for a moment, and whispered aggrievedly, "You have changed."
"You were not like this before."
Qiao Mu:¡¡
"You used to hug me and coax me in a low voice." Little Monk Kongkong said pitifully, "You could also help me comb my hair and braid my hair! You are not as fierce as you are now."
Now even Mo Lian couldn't help but be speechless.
By the way, do you have hair on your head? What kind of braids are there? It's probably because he was dreaming again, dreaming about his Joe.
The child dreamed of Lady Qiaoqiao in his dream. He felt that she was as gentle as water, just like her mother. Ninety-nine percent of the time, she assumed the identity of Qiaoqiao as her mother
Qiao Mu patted the little monk's head in a funny and loving way, "Come and tell sister, how do you feel now?"
"The little monk has a heartache. He feels uncomfortable everywhere. Female donor, please carry the little monk on your back for a while!" Kong Kong's chubby little hand was blocked on his heart.
Qiao Mu:!
Why does she want to shoot this kid to death so much?
Mo Lian on the side felt even more uncomfortable.
Why is this little monk so good at flirting with girls? I am afraid that this skill of flirting with girls is something I was born with. How old am I to be able to deceive a little girl like this? The six senses are truly impure!
Before Qiao Mu made any move, Mo Lian came to the two of them in a flash and lifted the little monk's chubby body up with his fingers.
I said to the little monk heartbrokenly, "It's heavy."
Qiao Mu twitched the corner of his mouth.
In fact, she also found that the little monk seemed to be chubbier than before she left. One can imagine how well her mother Wei Ziqin fed him at home.
"If I continue to be this fat, I will develop horizontally."
The little monk¡¯s round eyes widened, ¡°Female donor, your husband is quarreling again!¡± (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com