MTL - Pet Addiction: The Prince’s Desire to Spoil His Pet-Chapter 19 My little girl 9

After drinking the medicine, Shibuya got up. "Go and ask the four uncles for an appointment."

Abi was very happy to nod.

However, what the master and the servant did not expect was that after going to the palace, they would see such a scene -

A few warm and a thousand ink sitting on a table to eat, a few warm sitting on the opposite side, head down very quietly eating something, but she ate very slowly, a small mouthful of porridge, porridge The dishes are not moving.

Then he was trained by Qian Qian Mo. "I want to wait for the king to finish waiting for you?"

The number warmed and shook his head, and he ate faster. The small mouth was eaten bulging. After a smack of a prince, he screamed again. "Isn't it afraid?"

The number of warm drums raised his mouth and looked up at him. He looked at him faintly, with a little bit of sadness in his watery eyes, and he couldn’t say it clearly. The little girl who was grievous was like how to eat it...

Qian Qianmo looked at the little girl's small mouth and swallowed something. The face that was pulled was finally soothed.

The number of warmth was ambiguous and it was confirmed that the thousand inks were not angry, and this was delicious.

When Shibuya stood outside the temple, he saw this scene. He heard the uncle's care for the people, and the light smile. This is why Shibuya rarely sees this indifferent four uncles.

But the four uncles are so kind to a female slave.

Shibuya stood outside the hall for a long while and didn't move until Abi slammed his scalp out. "See Wang Ye!"

When Shibuya heard the sound, he groaned and returned to God. Then he walked into the temple and asked Ann to the thousands of ink on the dinner table.

A few warm eyes are coming from Shibuya. I just want to put down the tableware and go to the ceremony. I looked at her with a thousand inks. "Good to eat you."

A few warm words, had to bite the lip, holding a bowl in his hand, only bowed to the mouth of Shibuya, finished and concentrated on eating her.

晟 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 淡 淡 淡 淡 淡 淡 淡 淡 淡 淡 淡 淡 淡 淡 淡 淡 淡 淡

Shibuya nodded, dumb, and for a while he barely pulled out a smile: "four uncles."

What Qian Qian is about to say, but when I saw the warm dish, I was so stupid, I frowned and gave her a personal cup and asked Shibuya: "Is the body better?"

Shibuya stared at the slender fingers of the thousands of inks, and some of them were absent-minded, "hmm", "a lot better."

"Your body has always been weak, so you can rest in the jade garden. After that, you don't have to go to the bookstore." The sound of the thousand inks is faint, but the students are invisible.

Hearing the words, Shibuya stunned a bit, and he couldn’t take a look at the underground consciousness.

The number of warmth is also a slight glimpse, swallowing the throat and raising his head, but seeing Shibuya staring at himself, his eyes are somewhat complicated.

However, Shibuya did not say anything about the number of warmth, just whispered a "know", and even if he retired, Abi saw it, and he couldn’t help but hate and hate the direction of the warmth. Followed by chasing it out.

The number of warmth naturally did not miss the forbearing look of Shibuya before leaving...

She was afraid that she was told by her own thousands of inks...

After Shibuya walked, the number of warm eyes looked at Qian Qianmo and asked carefully: "Wang Ye... How do you know..."

Qian Qianmo naturally knew that she was referring to Shibuya’s going to the bookstore, but he did not want to spend more time on such a small matter, and then she interrupted her words: “Is there enough?”

The number of warmth swallowed the last porridge, nodded and wiped the mouth clean.