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

Shen Qinghuan didn't want to let Lu Ziheng go like this, she deliberately laughed at herself: "Where do we dare to be angry, classmate Lu will win glory for the country with his own strength." ”

Lu Ziheng's reading comprehension ability is good, and he heard the words in the little girl's words, just like when the heroes of ancient times competed with foreigners, the Chinese people still hoped that the winning side was their own people.

So Lu Ziheng won the game, and the biggest cheer in the audience was not that the game was won, but that Huaguo, represented by Lu Ziheng, won.

Lu Ziheng raised his arm, and with his left hand, he messed up Shen Qinghuan's ball head, and liked to rub her little 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 remembered the band-aid in her pocket.

Lu Ziheng squinted slightly at the beautiful and seductive peach blossom eyes, he seemed to enjoy Shen Qinghuan's touch, and no longer said anything dangerous that a man's head could not be touched casually, but stood in place in an an.

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

In fact, Shen Qinghuan's height is not too short, compared to most small and delicate women in the south, Shen Qinghuan is more than one meter and six meters taller than some local men.

The north is generally synonymous with tall when they reach adulthood, so there is really nothing surprising.

It's just that Lu Ziheng is compared to Shen Qinghuan, and the distance difference in height makes Shen Qinghuan a little laborious to deal with wounds.

The man bent down very obediently, because he was too close, Lu Ziheng could feel the hot breath of the little girl on his face, tickling his heart.

"In the future, these places will not be able to touch the water." Shen Qinghuan thought in pieces, and put a band-aid on the corner of Lu Ziheng's eye, and by the faint light, she seemed to have discovered a new world: "Lu Ziheng, you have a tear mole." ”

Tear moles often grow at the corners of the eyes.

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

Lu Ziheng in his memory didn't cry, even when he was rejected by himself in his previous life, he didn't seem to cry, except when he was pushed into the morgue.

"Hmm." The boy muffled, as if he had been touched by a girl, and he heard her say again: "Lu Ziheng." Does it hurt? ”

He deliberately did not speak.

told her that she wanted to call her brother before, but she didn't listen, she liked to call him by his name, but she had to call his full name, it really was.

Shen Qinghuan thought that she had really touched Lu Ziheng's wound, she suddenly hugged his head with both hands, and gently exhaled hot air towards the place where the band-aid had just been pasted, and said to Lu Ziheng as if coaxing a child: "It won't hurt if you want to do it." ”

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

"Hold for a while."

"Huh?"

Shen Qinghuan was so nervous that the hairs on his body stood up.

"I can't help it."

！！！

Shen Qinghuan's pupils constricted, couldn't help it, which one of his understandings couldn't help it? So what can be done to make him hold back?

"You don't have to fight with others in the future, so you can suffer less flesh and skin." Shen Qinghuan tightened her lips, and she said, "If you are so afraid of pain, you have to be strong." ”

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