Exile

When Jiang’s meal was heard, Jiang couldn’t help but have a headache.

At this time, Zeng Liu could not hold Jiang’s meal.

Jiang Wei has a heart and a fat son. He is still in his arms, but he still hasn’t wore clothes. He thought about it. Jiang Yan shouted out and asked for his eldest son. “Dish, your brother cried, fast. Come help my brother.”

He has been away for almost a year, and the dishes are premature. Presumably, during this time, the dishes should be more sensible, and the younger brother should not be a problem…

Here, the Su Cai dish was heard while he was yelling at him, still eating, pinching the meat from where he did not know where to come from.

Xu Wei also heard the reminder of Su Cai, “Little son, you shouted you.” After seeing the Su Cai dish, Xu Wei simply pulled his little hand.

Pulling people to the front of the Chiang Mai meal, it took a while to pass, and the meat in the mouth of the Su vegetable dish was not finished.

At this time, Jiang rice did not cry, and with his small eyes, his brother’s mouth was moving, and his mouth was flowing down.

With a slobber, Chiang Mai forgot to cry, and after chasing his brother, he would like to eat.

“Jiang Wei ~” some toss, Su Qingbai was woken up, but also confused, he shouted Jiang Yan, the tail of the tail, it sounds like a spoiled. I also buried my head in Jiang’s arms and smashed it.

“You both went out with the little son and brought the door.” Jiang Wei was busy.

Su Qingbai listened to the outside of the gate, just to the eyes of Shang Zengliu, Su Qingbai was suddenly awake.

He quickly sat up to wear clothes, only to find that Jiang’s hand was still in his clothes.

Putting Jiang’s hand out, Su Qingbai’s cheeks were slightly red, and I looked at them with embarrassment and hurriedly shouted