Chapter 238

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

Shen Qinghuan didn't want to let Lu Ziheng go. She deliberately mocked herself: "where do we dare to be angry? Lu won glory for the country with her own strength."

Lu Ziheng's reading and understanding ability is still good. When he heard the little girl's words, he was like a great Xia in ancient times. When competing with foreigners, Chinese people still hope that the one who wins is their own people.

Therefore, Lu Ziheng won the game. The biggest cheer under the stage was not that the game was won, but that the Chinese country represented by Lu Ziheng won.

Lu Ziheng raised his arm. His left hand messed up Shen Qinghuan's ball head and liked to rub her small head, which seemed to have become his habit.

Shen Qinghuan stood on tiptoe and wanted to return it.

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

Lu Ziheng slightly narrowed his beautiful and hooked peach eyes. He seemed to enjoy Shen Qinghuan's touch and touch. He no longer said dangerous words that a man's head can't be touched casually, but stood in place safely.

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

In fact, Shen Qinghuan is not too short. Compared with most small and exquisite women in the south, Shen Qinghuan is taller than some local men in more than one meter.

The north is generally synonymous with being tall when they grow up, so there is nothing strange.

However, compared with Shen Qinghuan, Lu Ziheng's height difference makes Shen Qinghuan a little laborious in dealing with the wound.

The man bent down obediently. Because he was too close, Lu Ziheng could feel the heat exhaled by the little girl on his face, tickling his heart.

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

Tear nevus is long in the corner of the eye.

Shen Qinghuan used to hear people say that people with tear moles 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 morgue.

"Yes." The boy was bored, as if he had been touched by a girl. He heard her say, "Lu Ziheng. Does it hurt? "

He deliberately did not speak.

She told her to call her brother before, but she didn't listen. Even if she liked to call his name, she had to ask for his full name. Really.

Shen Qinghuan thought she really met Lu Ziheng's wound. She suddenly hugged his head with her hands and gently breathed hot air towards the place where she had just pasted the band aid. She seemed to coax a child to Lu Ziheng: "it won't hurt."

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

"Hold it for a while."

"Huh?"

Shen Qinghuan was so nervous that his hair stood up.

"I can't help it."

！！！

Shen Qinghuan's pupils are constricted. Can't help but understand which one he can't help? So what can he do to hold back?

"If you don't fight with others in the future, you can suffer less flesh and blood." Shen Qinghuan tightened her lip line. She said, "I'm so afraid of pain. I have to be brave."

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