Chapter 133

Since ye Lanzhi saw Shen Qinghuan, if there was no accident, she should also have noticed Lu Zhenting.

"Mom." Lu Ziheng patted Ye Lanzhi on the shoulder. "Didn't I say that? Our days will gradually get better. "

Ye Lanzhi's mood gradually stabilized again. "Does the wound still hurt?"

Lu Ziheng shook his head. Fortunately, uncle situ lived next door. From small to large, even though there were many wounds, he didn't leave any scars.

Give a slap, give another jujube, and then another slap, cycle.

After ye Lanzhi fell asleep, Lu Ziheng returned to his room.

"Pocket?"

He walked around and saw no shadow of the little milk dog.

As for the breed, he heard Shen Qinghuan talk about it today. The pocket is a firewood dog and will still be a small expert in dismantling the house in the future.

Lu Ziheng called three times, but he didn't answer. He was probably asleep.

Just as he was about to undress and go to sleep, a small voice of sobbing came from the wardrobe.

Originally, because he was afraid, he hid in Lu Ziheng's wardrobe, but because he was too small and not strong enough, he couldn't get out after entering.

Lu Ziheng took the pocket out of the wardrobe and gasped for breath.

"Scared?"

"Wang ~"

"Next time I'll take you to my mother's house after my mother's work is finished?"

He rubbed his small head in Lu Ziheng's arms, and just pushed the door, which consumed too much energy. As soon as his eyes were closed, he slept freely.

I wonder if it is the self-esteem of adolescent boys.

Whether it is the relationship between the parents of the original family or the background of his family, Lu Ziheng is no better than Shen Qinghuan.

In Lu Ziheng's world, Shen Qinghuan is a very beautiful symbol, so before he has all his conditions, he is not willing to let his humble figure in the dust touch and dye her.

Buying mobile phones and skin care products today consumed one-fifth of Lu Ziheng's funds that night.

This requires Lu Ziheng to fully realize that the items he earns and thinks are very large are just an afternoon tea for the rich, that's all.

When he is sad, he always goes crazy to think about Shen Qinghuan and her. Such a sad mood will slowly become thin.

I hit Wen Huaibei in front of the mall today. She should be scared by herself, right?

With the help of Qin Muzhi, Lu Ziheng became familiar with the use process of intelligent machine.

"Wait, I'll push your goddess's wechat to you." As a friend, Qin Muzhi asked Lu Ziheng how his new mobile phone came from. He never insisted on what his friends didn't want to say.

"Oh."

Tut tut.

Is it acquiescence?

Qin Muzhi touched his chin. It seems that if he wants to put forward any special requirements to Lu Ziheng in the future, he can directly take Shen Qinghuan as a reason.

But he has a thief's heart and no courage.

Although Lu Ziheng looks high and cold on the outside, he is actually black on the stomach.

Qin Muzhi found Shen Qinghuan's business card in the list and pushed it to Lu Ziheng who had just registered wechat.

Holding his cell phone, Lu Ziheng stared at the head of the pink pie star.

Medical books say that if you keep staring at something, your eyes will lose focus.

Until Lu Ziheng's mobile phone fell off his palm and the metal block body hit Lu Ziheng's handsome face, he recovered his mind.

In the dialog box, Qin Muzhi could not bear to input: "Lao Lu. Are you thinking about spring? No, you are Sihuan! See for yourself what you lost to me! "