Chapter 1012: 1012
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Put together, inexplicably there is a feeling of lovers' hand rope.
Fu Sheng blinked, raised his head, and whispered to Xiaomi Caleb,
"Brother, send... To you."
"Cecia's gift to her brother ~"
Michael was stunned.
His beautiful ice blue pupils looked at her quietly, then slowly dropped down and stared at his red rope.
The little girl also has one,
With his,
Very
The little boy's curled soft eyelashes trembled,
His fair cheeks bulged, and then he said "Hmm" in a small voice.
There was no emotion on his face,
It's just,
Clear and flawless soft eyes, quietly, staring at the hand rope, seemed to bend for a while.
[Ding Dong -]
[system refreshing...]
[fragment recognition: + 1%]
[total recognition: 54%]
……
……
Since then,
Fu Sheng began to be keen on making all kinds of things for her big baby,
Although her hands are not so fine, she can't do anything,
But still keen, happy.
When Fu Sheng was four years old,
She can already weave wreaths skillfully.
So,
She wove Michael a wreath every day.
It's actually strange for a half old boy to wear a wreath,
But Michael was quiet and did not resist,
She can wear whatever she gives him. She's not good enough.
When Fu Sheng was five years old, she was the most active age.
Can already run around.
She accompanied Michael and could only sit for a while every day.
Her physical nature forced her to run and jump from time to time, otherwise she would not be able to calm down and sit down.
Michael is ten years old,
Still like to stay in the corner.
He seldom pinches the soil,
However, I still pinch a small clay sculpture every day and give it to Fu Sheng.
There are many small clay sculptures in the small box of Fusheng,
Because there are too many,
It took her nearly ten boxes to finish the clay sculpture.
The most important clay sculpture, she carefully put it in the box and took it out from time to time.
Michael grew more and more beautiful,
Although he is only ten years old,
But when the long snow silver hair fell, he became more and more pure, noble and holy,
Like an angel, it is absolutely beautiful.
As a child, the delicate eyebrows and eyes are long and open, like the most noble angel on the painting scroll. The skin color is porcelain white as jade, and the lip petals are bright red,
The ice blue pupil, slightly illuminated by the sun, vaguely reflects the rippling waves like the sea, which is soul stirring and incomparably pure.
The breath on the body is peaceful, with some purity that can not be profaned,
He always hangs his eyes quietly and looks at the book,
Like a lonely man far away from the secular world,
Only silently immersed in their own world, can not extricate themselves.
Only a little girl with red eyes and black hair ran past,
He will come out of the world of books,
Then he looked at her quietly.
Fu Sheng made another wreath as usual,
This time it's an unknown blue flower, twining around the wreath one by one. It's very beautiful.
Fu Sheng put it on him.
Snow silver long hair with a light blue wreath,
Like a touch of blue on a white cliff, it looks very pleasing to the eyes.
Fu Sheng squatted down, looked at Michael and smiled softly,
last,
She gave him a familiar puff, and the little milk sound remained,
"Brother, you look so good ~"
"..." Michael was quiet for a moment,
Finally, the white face slowly turned red,
The ice blue pupil seemed to bend,
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Put together, inexplicably there is a feeling of lovers' hand rope.
Fu Sheng blinked, raised his head, and whispered to Xiaomi Caleb,
"Brother, send... To you."
"Cecia's gift to her brother ~"
Michael was stunned.
His beautiful ice blue pupils looked at her quietly, then slowly dropped down and stared at his red rope.
The little girl also has one,
With his,
Very
The little boy's curled soft eyelashes trembled,
His fair cheeks bulged, and then he said "Hmm" in a small voice.
There was no emotion on his face,
It's just,
Clear and flawless soft eyes, quietly, staring at the hand rope, seemed to bend for a while.
[Ding Dong -]
[system refreshing...]
[fragment recognition: + 1%]
[total recognition: 54%]
……
……
Since then,
Fu Sheng began to be keen on making all kinds of things for her big baby,
Although her hands are not so fine, she can't do anything,
But still keen, happy.
When Fu Sheng was four years old,
She can already weave wreaths skillfully.
So,
She wove Michael a wreath every day.
It's actually strange for a half old boy to wear a wreath,
But Michael was quiet and did not resist,
She can wear whatever she gives him. She's not good enough.
When Fu Sheng was five years old, she was the most active age.
Can already run around.
She accompanied Michael and could only sit for a while every day.
Her physical nature forced her to run and jump from time to time, otherwise she would not be able to calm down and sit down.
Michael is ten years old,
Still like to stay in the corner.
He seldom pinches the soil,
However, I still pinch a small clay sculpture every day and give it to Fu Sheng.
There are many small clay sculptures in the small box of Fusheng,
Because there are too many,
It took her nearly ten boxes to finish the clay sculpture.
The most important clay sculpture, she carefully put it in the box and took it out from time to time.
Michael grew more and more beautiful,
Although he is only ten years old,
But when the long snow silver hair fell, he became more and more pure, noble and holy,
Like an angel, it is absolutely beautiful.
As a child, the delicate eyebrows and eyes are long and open, like the most noble angel on the painting scroll. The skin color is porcelain white as jade, and the lip petals are bright red,
The ice blue pupil, slightly illuminated by the sun, vaguely reflects the rippling waves like the sea, which is soul stirring and incomparably pure.
The breath on the body is peaceful, with some purity that can not be profaned,
He always hangs his eyes quietly and looks at the book,
Like a lonely man far away from the secular world,
Only silently immersed in their own world, can not extricate themselves.
Only a little girl with red eyes and black hair ran past,
He will come out of the world of books,
Then he looked at her quietly.
Fu Sheng made another wreath as usual,
This time it's an unknown blue flower, twining around the wreath one by one. It's very beautiful.
Fu Sheng put it on him.
Snow silver long hair with a light blue wreath,
Like a touch of blue on a white cliff, it looks very pleasing to the eyes.
Fu Sheng squatted down, looked at Michael and smiled softly,
last,
She gave him a familiar puff, and the little milk sound remained,
"Brother, you look so good ~"
"..." Michael was quiet for a moment,
Finally, the white face slowly turned red,
The ice blue pupil seemed to bend,
Put together, inexplicably there is a feeling of lovers' hand rope.Fu Sheng blinked, raised his head, and whispered to Xiaomi Caleb,"Brother, send... To you.""Cecia's gift to her brother ~"Michael was stunned.His beautiful ice blue pupils looked at her quietly, then slowly dropped down and stared at his red rope.The little girl also has one,With his,VeryThe little boy's curled soft eyelashes trembled,His fair cheeks bulged, and then he said "Hmm" in a small voice.There was no emotion on his face,It's just,Clear and flawless soft eyes, quietly, staring at the hand rope, seemed to bend for a while.Ding Dong -system refreshing...fragment recognition: + 1%total recognition: 54%Since then,Fu Sheng began to be keen on making all kinds of things for her big baby,Although her hands are not so fine, she can't do anything,But still keen, happy.When Fu Sheng was four years old,She can already weave wreaths skillfully.So,She wove Michael a wreath every day.It's actually strange for a half old boy to wear a wreath,But Michael was quiet and did not resist,She can wear whatever she gives him. She's not good enough.When Fu Sheng was five years old, she was the most active age.Can already run around.She accompanied Michael and could only sit for a while every day.Her physical nature forced her to run and jump from time to time, otherwise she would not be able to calm down and sit down.Michael is ten years old,Still like to stay in the corner.He seldom pinches the soil,However, I still pinch a small clay sculpture every day and give it to Fu Sheng.There are many small clay sculptures in the small box of Fusheng,Because there are too many,It took her nearly ten boxes to finish the clay sculpture.The most important clay sculpture, she carefully put it in the box and took it out from time to time.Michael grew more and more beautiful,Although he is only ten years old,But when the long snow silver hair fell, he became more and more pure, noble and holy,Like an angel, it is absolutely beautiful.As a child, the delicate eyebrows and eyes are long and open, like the most noble angel on the painting scroll. The skin color is porcelain white as jade, and the lip petals are bright red,The ice blue pupil, slightly illuminated by the sun, vaguely reflects the rippling waves like the sea, which is soul stirring and incomparably pure.The breath on the body is peaceful, with some purity that can not be profaned,He always hangs his eyes quietly and looks at the book,Like a lonely man far away from the secular world,Only silently immersed in their own world, can not extricate themselves.Only a little girl with red eyes and black hair ran past,He will come out of the world of books,Then he looked at her quietly.Fu Sheng made another wreath as usual,This time it's an unknown blue flower, twining around the wreath one by one. It's very beautiful.Fu Sheng put it on him.Snow silver long hair with a light blue wreath,Like a touch of blue on a white cliff, it looks very pleasing to the eyes.Fu Sheng squatted down, looked at Michael and smiled softly,last,She gave him a familiar puff, and the little milk sound remained,"Brother, you look so good ~""..." Michael was quiet for a moment,Finally, the white face slowly turned red,The ice blue pupil seemed to bend,
