Jon cried loudly, and his cheeks were all on both sides.

"Sister Xi, don't care about it?" Xiao Mo couldn't stand it a little, what was the guy like Xiao Wu, and he felt a sense of accomplishment to make the child cry? He stretched his feet and kicked him.

There is a gloating idea. He doesn't care, if he cares more about the little baby, he will lose money.

Zhou Xixi watched the blue sky in sunglasses, and the sun in the afternoon was very hot. She lay under the sea coconut tree and didn't want to move. The young son's crying around his ears, she let him cry indifferently. "Jon is an idea.

Children, let him vent at this time, who can make a crying anyway. "She told herself silently that she was here to relax, if she had time to relax. Although she was distressed by Jon's tears,

But she thinks that the child has been suppressed too much these days. At this time, it would be good to let go of her throat.

No matter when the mother, Xiao Mo did not help it. He turned his head and looked at William who read the book with a sea coconut tree. How many days he came to see how many books he read. Only five years old.

The children grew up abroad. How do you look at those thick Chinese books without pressure at all? It is simply a replica of Gu Lingyi. He remembers that he was diligent and easy to learn when he was young.

Jon found that he could not hit Ji Jing in the same place, so he stood up and walked two steps, followed him fiercely with his small arm. He cried while fighting.

Half of the good castle did not know how to slip, and then Jon, who was a bit of a break, was about to sit back in the original place and discovered it in time, and he opened his throat and cried.

"Woohoo, my castle .. Bad guy, you pay me!"

Ji Jing wanted to hug Jon, the little guy was very troublesome, and he couldn't hold it in his arms. The sliding sand seemed to see the scourge of the gate of the city gate.

Coaxing people, "Don't cry or cry, it's all uncle's fault. Uncle will pile you another castle, okay? What uncle do you want to pile you? Uncle listen to your command."

"Bad guy .. Castle .."

Jonlin pulled his small shoulders and kicked his little feet poorly, "Bad guys, I don't want your castle, I want my castle ..."

"Uncle will pile you a castle for you, okay?"

This little guy cried more difficult to serve than his little princess. He missed the little princess of his family.

Joen looked at Ji Jing with tears, and found that he just said nothing, and his voice lighted again, "You pile the castle, oh."

"Now do it now, can you sit down? Uncle tells you about the little princess, she is beautiful."

Ji Jing doesn't care if Jon loves to listen, anyway, he starts to talk about his little baby. He dare not idle in his hands, and quickly give the little ancestor a castle.

Adults' movements are much faster than children. Ji Jing moved back and forth several times. The original castle was piled up by him into a luxurious version.

He doesn't give it to the window. If the little ancestor wants, give himself.

When Jon saw Ji Jing's ghost ax, the big castle successfully made him a smile. The Hornets were thrown into the castle.
Chapter completed!