The Tip of the Gangster’s Heart

  Chapter 1017 Angels and Demons (19)

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Putting    together, it feels like a couple's hand rope inexplicably.

  Fu Sheng blinked, raised his head, and said to Xiaomi Jiale.

   "Brother, send...for you."

  "Cesia’s gift to brother~"

  Xiaomi Caleb was stunned.

  His beautiful ice-blue pupils looked at her quietly, then slowly dropped, staring at his red rope.

  The little girl also has one in her hand,

   put together with his,

very……

  The curled soft eyelashes of the little boy trembled,

  His white cheeks bulged, and then he whispered "um".

  I can’t see any emotions on my face,

  It’s just that,

  Clarified the flawless soft eyes, quietly, staring at the hand rope, it seemed to bend.

  【Ding Dong——】

  【System refresh...】

  【Fragment recognition: +1%】

  【Total recognition: 54%】

  ……

  ……

since then,

  Fu Sheng became enthusiastic about making all kinds of things for her big baby,

  Although her hands are not so delicate, she can’t do much,

   But still enthusiastic, happily.

  Fu Sheng was four years old,

  She can already make wreaths very skillfully.

so,

  She weaves a bunch of wreaths for Michael every day.

  It’s very strange that a half-year-old boy wears a wreath.

  But Michael was quiet and did not resist,

  Whatever she wears to him, she is too good to behave.

When   Fu Sheng was five years old, she was at the age when she was most active and active.

   can already run around.

  She accompanies Michael and can only sit for a short time every day.

  Physiological nature forces her to run and jump from time to time, otherwise, she will not be able to sit still and sit down.

  Michael is ten years old,

   still likes to stay in the corner.

  He rarely squeezes soil,

  However, I still pinch a small clay sculpture every day and give it to Fu Sheng.

  Fusheng’s small box contains many small clay sculptures,

  Because there are too many,

  She used nearly ten boxes to barely finish filling the clay sculpture.

  And the most important clay sculpture, she put it in the box carefully, taking it out from time to time.

   Michael looks more and more beautiful,

  Although he is only ten years old,

  But when the long snowy silver hair hangs down, it makes him more pure and unparalleled, noble and holy,

  Like an angel, the beauty is pure.

  The delicate eyebrows were opened when I was a child, like the noblest angel on a scroll, the complexion was white as jade, and the lips were bright red.

  The ice-blue pupils, under the slight sunlight, faintly reflect the waves of the sea, which are breathtakingly beautiful and extremely pure.

  The breath on the body is peaceful, with a little purity that cannot be profaned,

  He always looked down quietly, reading the book,

  Like a lonely person far away from the mundane world,

  Only immersed in one's own world silently, unable to extricate himself.

  Only when a little girl with red eyes and black hair ran over,

  He will come out of the world of books,

   Then, quietly looked at her.

  Fu Sheng made another garland as usual,

  This time it is a little blue unknown flower, one by one wrapped around the wreath, very beautiful.

  Fusheng put it on him.

  Snowy silver hair with a light blue wreath,

   is like a touch of blue on a white mountain cliff, it looks very pleasing to the eye.

  Fu Sheng squatted down, looked at Michael, and smiled softly.

finally,

  She gave him a sip familiarly, but the voice of the little milk is still the same,

  "Brother, you look so good~"

   "..." Michael was quiet for a moment.

  Finally, the white face slowly turned red,

  The ice-blue pupils also seemed to bend,

  (End of this chapter)