Lu Ziheng's deep Phoenix eyes looked directly at Shen Qinghuan. Now he had the right to suspect that the little girl was intentional, but there was no evidence.

He did not miss the sly smile on the little girl's lips, so he put his arms on the bed and tried to stand up.

Shen Qinghuan grabbed Lu Ziheng's collar with two small hands. She lay flat on the hospital bed and stared at Lu Ziheng for a moment: "brother ah Heng. This is the murder of my husband. "

The actions just now are too childish after all.

Shen Qinghuan's current action is to drag Lu Ziheng to a dilemma.

At such a close distance, Shen Qinghuan could feel the heat from Lu Ziheng on his face, and could also see the gradually stretched lip line.

Shen Qinghuan blinked innocent apricot eyes and said, "but I don't want to be a widow when I'm young..."

The last word "woman" didn't say it after all.

The unbearable Lu Ziheng blocked all the contents that Shen Qinghuan wanted to explain.

Woo woo.

There was a rain in Shen Qinghuan's heart.

Why is there such a big difference between men and women.

It seems like this every time, so it leads to swallowing bitter fruits again and again.

Shen Qinghuan doesn't want to go up against the wind at such a moment. She knows that the ending will only be worse than now, not better than now.

With a guilty conscience, she pushed the strong boy in front of her, pretending to be very tired: "ah Heng. I'm tired. "

It seems that only when the little girl is emotional, she is willing to call her brother.

There will be many days and nights for the rest of his life, enough for him to listen.

"You promised me not to go." Shen Qinghuan yawned. He didn't know if he was guilty. He was really sleepy.

"Yes." Lu Ziheng sat by the bed. He grabbed the advertisement of Liu Minfa's bonfire party. He was not interested in such activities. In order to distract his attention, he pretended to be interested and enjoyed it..

Shen Qinghuan looked at Lu Ziheng, who was looking at the propaganda paper. He was worried.

She thought that Lu Ziheng could have a good rest if he stayed. Who knows, he looked with relish holding a piece of paper.

So, it's better to watch her sleep!

Her love with him for two generations is not as charming as a piece of paper?

Shen Qinghuan couldn't fit any more. She sat up and took the propaganda paper from Lu Ziheng.

Lu Ziheng frowned and felt that the little girl was a little abnormal today.

"What are you angry with?" Lu Ziheng min some dry lips: "or because I won't let you go to the bonfire party?"

Shen Qinghuan shook his head. The beautiful and exquisite little face recovered well. It was those sad eyes that made Lu Ziheng feel stuffy.

"Did my brother say that your fever has just subsided, so I let you go out after you completely recover?"

"I'm not angry." She is not the kind of person who doesn't distinguish right from wrong. "I'm not because of this."

"Then..."

Shen Qinghuan thought about it and couldn't come up with a beautiful sentence to cater to Lu Ziheng's problem. He simply told the truth and told the most real idea in his heart.

After hearing this, Lu Ziheng was angry and laughed.

He stretched out his right hand and flicked Shen Qinghuan's forehead: "at a young age, there are many ideas."

"It's not that you're not obedient..." Shen Qinghuan whispered more and more. She coughed twice unnaturally: "if you play cards according to the routine, you won't be so troublesome."