Chapter 238

The little girl friend has a big temper and needs to be coaxed.

Shen Qinghuan didn't want to let Lu Ziheng off like this. She said to herself: "we don't dare to be angry. Lu won glory for our country with her own strength."

Lu Ziheng's ability of reading and understanding is good. He can hear something in the little girl's words. It's like a great Xia in ancient times. When he competes with foreigners, Chinese people still hope that the winner is their own people.

So when Lu Ziheng won the competition, the biggest cheers from the audience were not the victory of the competition, but the victory of China represented by Lu Ziheng.

Lu Ziheng raised his arm and made Shen Qinghuan's ball head in a mess with his left hand. He liked to rub her small head, which seemed to be his habit.

Shen Qinghuan stood on tiptoe and wanted to return it.

When her right hand touched Lu Ziheng's soft short hair, she thought of the band aid in her pocket.

Lu Ziheng slightly squints his beautiful peach blossom eyes. He seems to enjoy Shen Qinghuan's touch. He doesn't say any dangerous words that a man's head can't be touched casually. Instead, he stands in the same place.

Shen Qinghuan stood on tiptoe and tore the white adhesive tape. Her voice was soft, "Lu Ziheng. You lower your head a little more. "

As a matter of fact, Shen Qinghuan is not very short. Compared with most small and exquisite women in the south, Shen Qinghuan, who is more than one meter six, is bigger than some local men.

The north is generally synonymous with being tall when it comes to adulthood, so it's really no surprise.

However, compared with Shen Qinghuan, Lu Ziheng's height difference makes Shen Qinghuan a little hard to deal with the wound.

The man bent down obediently, because he was too close, Lu Ziheng could feel the heat of the little girl's breath on his face, tickling his heart.

"In the future, these places can't touch the water." Shen Qinghuan read fragmentarily and pasted the band aid in the corner of Lu Ziheng's eye. With the faint light, she seemed to have found something new world: "Lu Ziheng, you have a tear mole."

The tear mole is long in the corner of the eye.

Shen Qinghuan used to hear that people with teardrops loved to cry.

Lu Ziheng didn't cry in his memory. Even when he was rejected in his previous life, he didn't seem to cry, except when he was pushed into the mortuary.

"Well." The boy gave a dull sound, as if he had been touched by a girl. He heard her say: "Lu Ziheng. Does it hurt? "

He didn't speak on purpose.

Before she told her to call her brother, she didn't listen. Even if she liked to call him by his name, she still had to call him by his full name. It's true.

Shen Qinghuan thought that she had really met Lu Ziheng's wound. She suddenly hugged his head with her hands and gently breathed hot air toward the place where the band aid had just been pasted. She said to Lu Ziheng as if she were coaxing a child: "it doesn't hurt if she breathes."

When Shen Qinghuan finished this series of actions, Lu Ziheng suddenly pulled her into his arms again.

"Hold it for a while."

"Well?"

Shen Qinghuan was so nervous that his hair stood up.

"I can't help it."

！！！

Shen Qinghuan pupil contraction, can't help but understand which can't help it? What can we do to make him hold back?

"If you don't fight with others in the future, you'll suffer less." Shen Qinghuan tightened her lip line, she said: "so afraid of pain, still have to be brave."

Lu Ziheng laughed. He was afraid that what he said next would frighten the children, so he just jumped out of the topic: "why don't you call my brother?"