The little girl, who was obviously irritable, raised her eyes to look at him.

The little white hand pressed against his forehead, his big lazy eyes were open, and then he stared at the obviously innocent and pitiful telephone pole.

It's like going up to fight with the other party, and then pulling it up.

Sheng Junshu thought about her destructive power and was silent for a while, but he was really a little worried that she would bring disaster to this telephone pole a few more times.

That's a bit of a hassle.

pressed Qinghui's shoulder, and took the little girl to the door of the apartment.

Don't let Qinghui look at the telephone pole.

Qinghui was taken two steps, still reluctant to take his eyes off the telephone pole.

Not only will he shake the pot, but he will also be quite good at holding grudges.

looks like you're going to take advantage of the parents' inattention.

Why is it so bearish?

However, in the end, Kiyoki realized that this kind of thing could not be blamed on the telephone pole that had been there in the first place.

He just turned his head, lowered his little head with a little depression, and stopped talking.

Salted fish self-contained.

Snort –

Sheng Junshu couldn't help laughing, trying not to let the little girl find out that she was holding back her laughter, the little girl was autistic enough, if she heard him laughing again, then it was estimated that he really wanted the same treatment as the telephone pole.

took the little girl to swipe the elevator card and got on the elevator.

The little girl lives in a three-storey, very large apartment, and it looks a little empty and quiet for such a child.

Because the other party didn't come out to live for long, after entering the entertainment industry, it was inconvenient to live in the main house of the Qing family, and the family repeatedly told him that this was to come out and live alone, so it didn't seem that there were many traces of life.

Qinghui entered the door first, watching the door behind him be shut.

There is no longer the idea of locking him up and beating him up, and taking him back with him.

Because it has been proved by experiments that it is a little unreliable in this kind of plane, she will try again next time she goes to the kind of place where she doesn't have to spare no effort to beat people.

Sheng Junshu looked at the child with sideways eyes, and the emotions in his eyes were a little strange.

Then he lifted his feet and kicked his shoes, and threw himself into the soft sofa.

Still holding his head.

Lying on the couch and continuing to close himself.

Sheng Junshu had a smile in his eyes, and finally in a serious and responsible attitude, he walked to the sofa and sat down with a smile, and gently patted the little girl's shoulder, "Good, look up, how about I take a look?" ”

Qinghui didn't move, didn't pay attention to people at all, and his little head continued to be buried in the soft sofa.

Does it really hurt that much?

Sheng Junshu was a little anxious now, stretched out his hand, and his snow-white fingertips slid into the little girl's neck.

I tried to hold the little girl's chin, trying to lift the child's face.

Qinghui was made back and forth like this a few times, annoying, originally covering his head with both hands, but at this moment he left one hand free, snapped the annoying big hand, and then looked up at Sheng Junshu sitting beside him expressionlessly.

There was a small patch of red on the white head.

Her hair hung limply around, and it was a little messy because she had scratched her head before.

It looks - aggrieved and pitiful.

Naughty mischievous accidentally hurt himself, and then wronged himself.

How can you do that?

"Still hurt?"

But Sheng Junshu did feel that he was a little soft-hearted.

And - itchy hands.

Ignoring the hand that was suppressed by the little girl, the other hand reached out and touched the top of the little girl's hair, "I'm going to get you something, a cold compress?" ”