Chapter 230

Out of the hospital.

Lu Ziheng was a little depressed.

Shen Qinghuan stood on tiptoe and stretched out his right hand in an attempt to smooth Lu Ziheng's frown.

Lu Ziheng retreated, then said the reason for depression: "your hand is injured, don't move."

Lu Ziheng couldn't help sulking at the thought that his pocket was unharmed. The more he looked at the dog in his arms, the more he looked at it.

Throw it... Come on.

Toudou seemed to feel the man's terrible thought, and he snorted uncomfortably.

"Nothing's wrong with me." Shen Qinghuan said to Lu Ziheng, "don't squeeze your pockets."

Lu Ziheng

She was injured as a mother, and she didn't care about herself. Instead, she cared about the dog son who didn't get hurt at all. Lu Ziheng's depression became more serious.

He put his pocket on the ground. It seemed that it was necessary to buy a rope later, so that it would not need to be held after two steps. It was really spoiled.

"You seem a little angry." Lu Ziheng heard the girl's words, but his anger dissipated inexplicably.

She could see her anger, but she couldn't see his heartache?

She was hurt.

If he doesn't know how angry he is, he can't be called a man.

Lu Ziheng didn't know how to return to Shen Qinghuan, and the little girl didn't know what to say. She wanted to bend down and hold her pocket.

"It has legs and can walk. What are you doing with it! " Lu Ziheng saw that Shen Qinghuan's hand was injured and he still held his pocket. His tone of voice was a few decibels higher than before.

"I am..." lost and recovered.

Shen Qinghuan eyes a red: "you fierce what."

For a moment, Lu Ziheng was speechless. He sighed, "I'll hold you."

In order to prevent the little girl's hand from getting tired again, he picked up her pocket from the ground.

I'm a little confused.

It pedals two hind legs, thinking that it's better to come down.

Lu Ziheng quietly threatened: "if you are not honest, I will throw you away."

Pocket drew back in fear.

"What are you talking about?" Shen Qinghuan heard.

"Nothing." Lu Ziheng walked in front of him with long legs.

Shen Qinghuan always feels strange when he follows him.

"Lu Ziheng." She suddenly stood behind and did not move. She said, "stop for me."

The boy with the dog was obedient and motionless.

"What are you angry about today?"

Shen Qinghuan doesn't want to keep everything in mind when they get along with each other. Through her previous life, she feels a lot.

"I'm mad at myself." Lu Ziheng turned around. There was a trace of unnaturalness on his face. However, in Shen Qinghuan's eyes, he could not see that the boy was angry with himself.

"Boyfriends." Shen Qinghuan followed Lu Ziheng. She said with a smile, "if I don't make you angry, can you do it?"

"Well." Lu Ziheng's throat is astringent again. It seems that Lu Ziheng is hard to eat but not soft. If he gets angry in the future, she will be angry with him too. Who's afraid of who!

"You don't want to be alone. Well, you have to answer yes or no." Shen Qinghuan with a smile, who let stinky Lu Ziheng always let himself ponder his mind!

"Yes." The boy cleared his throat. He really had nothing to do with her.

"That's right." Shen Qinghuan pretended to be mature. When she stood on tiptoe and smoothed Lu Ziheng's eyebrows with her hands, the boys would no longer shy away.

In order to show his sincerity, he bent down.

"Xiao Qinghuan." Lu Ziheng hoarse voice: "no one told you that boys can not touch the head?"