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 wrinkled eyebrows.

Lu Ziheng stepped back and said the reason for his depression: "your hand is hurt. Don't move."

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

Throw it away... Come on.

The pocket seemed to feel the man's terrible thoughts, and it snorted uncomfortably.

"I'm fine." Shen Qinghuan said to Lu Ziheng, "don't squeeze around."

Lu Ziheng: "

When her mother was injured, she didn't care about herself. Instead, she cared about the dog son who was not injured. Lu Ziheng's depression was even more serious.

He put his pocket on the ground. It seems necessary to buy a rope later so that it doesn't need to be held in two steps. It's really spoiled.

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

She can see her anger. Why can't she see his heartache?

She's hurt.

If his boyfriend doesn't know how to be angry, he may not be called a man.

Lu Ziheng didn't know how to return to Shen Qinghuan. The little girl didn't know what to say. She silently 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 still held a pocket. His tone of voice was also several decibels higher than before.

"I am..." lost and recovered.

Shen Qinghuan's eyes were red: "what are you fierce?"

Lu Ziheng was speechless for a moment. He sighed, "I'll hold it."

In order to prevent the little girl's hand from being tired of holding the pocket, he picked it up again from the ground.

The dog is a little confused.

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

Lu Ziheng quietly threatened, "if I'm not honest again, I'll throw you away."

Pocket shrank back in fear.

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

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

Shen Qinghuan followed him and always felt the atmosphere was strange.

"Lu Ziheng." She suddenly stood behind and stopped. She said, "stop for me."

The boy holding the dog was obedient and motionless.

"What the hell are you angry about today?"

Shen Qinghuan doesn't want to take everything in mind when they get along. She has learned a lot from her previous life.

"I'm angry with myself." Lu Ziheng turned around. There was a trace of unnaturalness on his face, but those in Shen Qinghuan's eyes could not see that the boys were angry with themselves.

"Boyfriend." Shen Qinghuan followed Lu Ziheng. She smiled and said, "if I don't make you angry, can you do it?"

"Yes." Lu Ziheng's voice is astringent again. It seems that Lu Ziheng eats hard rather than soft. In the future, if he is angry, she will be angry with him. Little sample, who is afraid of who!

"You don't want to just um, you have to answer yes or no." Shen Qinghuan is smiling. Who makes stinky Lu Ziheng always make himself unable to figure out 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 hand, the boys basically wouldn't shy away.

In order to show his sincerity, he bent down specially.

"Xiaoqinghuan." Lu Ziheng said in a low voice, "didn't anyone tell you that boys can't touch their heads?"