Shen Qinghuan almost took out the state of competing for the gold medal in the Olympic sprint to catch up with Lu Ziheng.

In autumn in the imperial capital, the wind always inadvertently runs out to haunt, cold and without any temperature.

When Lu Ziheng ran out to see Lu Ziming again, he couldn't hide his excitement. He shook Lu Ziming's arm desperately and murmured, "what should I do? Brother Ming. She's going to compensate me. What should I do. I... "

As he said, he is always so worthless.

Shen Qinghuan's frowns and smiles drew Lu Ziheng's attention.

What should he do.

The iron tree that has worked so hard for so long has finally blossomed.

"What to do?" Lu Ziming was dazzled. He just received the order from his third uncle. He had to look at what he said. These two goods can't do anything special to the little girl of others. "You understand what you say to the labor and capital. Don't wander around."

He hasn't even had breakfast yet.

For this matter of Lu Ziheng, he suffered from the white eyes of the team, and even didn't pay attention to the business of bars and clubs.

After listening to Lu Ziheng's story, Lu Ziming came up with a different conclusion. It must be too much to eat in the hands of brother Huo.

Lu Ziming stuffed the cartons with pockets in the trunk into Lu Ziheng's arms, leaving a sentence that consumed juice. Then he jumped out of the car and ran away, leaving only Lu Ziheng with a question mark on his face.



The car exhaust choked Lu Ziheng's throat. He bent down and coughed for a long time, waking up his sleeping pocket.

His head poked out of the box.

Lu Ziheng's slender finger poked his little head. "Little guy, your mother is going to give her father the rest of her life. Do you hear me?"

"Woof!"

Toudou has grown up a lot recently. Because it can eat very much and doesn't like sports, it is soon beyond recognition.

"Tell me, will your mother leave because her surname is Wen?"

The small head of the pocket rubbed in Lu Ziheng's arms. When Lu Ziheng took it out of the box with both hands, the pocket kept shaking its four legs because it was uncomfortable.

Lu Ziheng thought he was probably crazy, so he talked to himself to this dog.

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In order to make it difficult for reporters to find Qin Junyi, after the studio passes through the woods, it is a complex path.

Shen Qinghuan didn't know which way Lu Ziheng went. He had to stand at the intersection panting to call the boy.

Whatever the result, she has calmed down.

Shen Qinghuan holds his cell phone. If Lu Ziheng doesn't answer the phone, she will go to their house again. She won't believe it. She can run to the monk, but not to the temple! Can Lu Ziheng not go home?

Probably after the mobile phone is repaired, it becomes very sensitive.

Lu Ziheng didn't even find the lines he wanted to say for his escape, so he pressed the answer button with his finger.

Shen Qinghuan couldn't hear the blind sound of the phone. She rubbed her astringent eyes blown by the wind. The screen showed that the call time had passed for a minute.

She is not distressed about the phone bill every minute. She is distressed about Lu Ziheng. In his previous life, he should be so nervous waiting for her answer. Be careful and cautious. Maybe even next, she will face the scars he has experienced.

Feng Shui turns in turn, and the way of heaven is good.

"How do you..." Shen Qinghuan sipped his lips. "How can you answer the phone without looking back?"

"You turn around." Lu Ziheng's voice was hoarse, but it was particularly tempting to people, "stand where you are."

Shen Qinghuan turned around, and Lu Ziheng came to her step by step, stepping on the autumn sun and holding a pocket in one hand.

He is much taller than her.

The dress he misunderstood was put on him. Although it was a little generous, it was unexpectedly fashionable.

Shen Qinghuan just looked at Lu Ziheng quietly, and the temperature on his face rose sharply.