Chapter 49 Good morning

Conlin looked at her and urged, "I'm going to be late for a while, and grandpa is here. Give me some face."

Athach's head looked at grandpa Greef who was still drinking porridge. He quickly put aside his eyes, as if he didn't see it, but he looked over quietly.

This little old man.

Athach stood on tiptoe, help him tie.

Because Conlin is too high, Athach, even if she stands on her toes, is not enough, and she hasn't worn a tie. She is unfamiliar and clumsy, but she is very serious.

Conlin looked down at Athach, smelling the cool fragrance on her body, while he was tall, and looked down to see her under the collar. The scenery was white, satiny and full ...

The faint scenery made Conlin's mouth dry and his throat roll.

His hand, even more unbearable, took Athach's slender waist and took her in his arms: "Athach ... ahem."

Just opening his mouth, Conlin felt his neck was tighten, and his face became discolored and he coughed: "You ... murdered ... your husband!"