Transmigrated in the 90’s as a Little Dumpling - chapter 66.1

I laughed mockingly, thinking that my behavior was really stupid…

Don’t know how many laps have been around, Song Qiaoxi finally feels that her stomach is not supporting.

As she didn’t “humble”, Chu Jin continued to accompany him to sit on the sofa and watch TV. The two children sat side by side, less than a fist apart.

Song Qiaoxi hugged her knees, resting her bare feet on the sofa, and Chu Jin leaned on the sofa cushions, turning pages one by one.

Neither of them spoke, only the sound of turning over the book and the sound of the TV.

The temptation of “Young Bao Qingtian” to Song Qiaoxi is really too great. Because it is summer vacation, the TV station broadcasted four episodes in a row. The plot of each episode was exciting and tense, and she didn’t want to miss one episode.

But because of the exhaustion of the boat and car for a whole day, I got up early this morning to catch a plane, and I went to Beijing for a long time in the car. After that, there were continuous surprises and excitement.

After eating too much, I felt uncomfortable, and the little girl who had been beaten up with chicken blood all day, the exhaustion surged up in an instant.

Song Qiaoxi’s eyelids were fighting, and she couldn’t control herself at all. Her eyes opened and closed, and her head was as heavy as a catty, and she slammed in the direction of Chu Jin.