Mrs. General can't be messed with

Chapter 209
After speaking, he also hit a hutch.

Can't sleep?

When he said that he couldn't sleep, Murong Xing obviously didn't believe it, and said without revealing or objecting: "I'm sleepy, I'll go to sleep first."

She fell to bed and fell asleep, so tired!

"Wow—my sister is a bad person. In the past, when Shijiu couldn't fall asleep, my mother would sing to Shijiu to lull me to sleep." Murong Qianhong's emotional control was very strong.

He stepped on her foot in front of him, annoyed.

Ask her later if she still hurts?It is wronged.

Then it is pitiful to say that you are sleepy.

That would say she's bad and sad.

What does he think he is, an emotional show?
"Woooo—~~~~(>_<)~~~~"

Murong Xing sat up impatiently, and the small eyes under the mask looked at him repeatedly.

"Wow, wow, wow, --~~~~(>_<)~~~~"

Murong Qianhong's voice became louder each time, and each time he cried more fiercely.

"Stop—" Hearing his crying, Murong Xing felt his head was getting bigger, so he had to stop him.

"Wow, my sister is a bully."

"Stop, I'll sing for you, how about you go to bed after listening?" Murong Xing had just finished speaking, and the boy's crying stopped abruptly.

He looked at her with watery and black eyes, and nodded heavily: "Enen, I will fall asleep listening to the singing, and then sister, you can sleep too."

I'll go, he knows that she wants to sleep, but he deliberately makes things difficult for her?
"elder sister--"

Seeing him looking at her with watery eyes again, it seems that as long as she has a reluctant expression, he will cry, and he will cry very loudly.

"I'll sing, can't I sing?" Murong Xing immediately surrendered with both hands, his voice full of helplessness.

I sing, but what do I sing?

When Murong Xing was thinking about what song to sing, Murong Qianhong naturally got into her arms, leaned on her shoulder, and waited quietly.

But after waiting for a while, he still didn't hear the sound, and Murong Xing felt his choking body.

"Then I'll start chatting!"

She hugged his small body with both hands, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, while shaking his body gently, a lovely singing voice flowed out slowly.

Evening breeze blows Penghu Bay

white waves chasing the beach

No Coconut Grove Drunk Setting Sun

just a sea blue
sitting on the low wall in front of the door
fantasy over and over again
Also on the beach at dusk
There are two and a half pairs of footprints

That's grandma with a cane

hold my hand gently
Stepping on the twilight to the afterglow
The warm Penghu Bay
A footprint is a string of jokes

kill a lot of time
Until the night swallows us both
on the way home
Penghu Bay Penghu Bay
Grandma in Peng Bay
有 我 许多 童年 幻想

sun beach waves cactus

another old captain

That's grandma with a cane

hold my hand gently
Stepping on the twilight to the afterglow
The warm Penghu Bay
A footprint is a string of jokes

kill a lot of time
Until the night swallows us both
on the way home
Penghu Bay Penghu Bay
Grandma in Peng Bay
有 我 许多 童年 幻想

sun beach waves cactus

another old captain

Penghu Bay Penghu Bay
Grandma in Peng Bay
有 我 许多 童年 幻想

sun beach waves cactus

another old captain

Nineteen listened with relish, but the more he listened, his drowsiness gradually disappeared. The small body that was originally leaning on her shoulder sat up straight, staring at her piercingly.

This was probably the best sound she had ever heard, which fascinated him for a moment and drove away his drowsiness.

"Why don't you sleep?" When Murong Xing sang, she found that she was about to fall asleep, but she didn't know how to open her eyes, and the little guy was looking at him brightly, completely without the intention of going to sleep just now.

(End of this chapter)