Ling Haofeng took it and looked at it, and he looked up at him with an overly flamboyant and profound signature. Han Luochen had already walked away with Lan Qingchuan, and was behind her, not knowing what he was talking about, his eyebrows and eyes were thick, and his expression was bright.

They went by school bus, and it was already past one o'clock in the afternoon when they arrived at the orphanage. The sun was too bright at this time, and Lan Qingchuan was a little dizzy when he got out of the car. Ling Haofeng is right, the scenery here is very good, and it has not yet been developed. When the car drove by, it was full of tall trees and the road surface was clean. The orphanage has just been renovated, the doors are closed, and a group of children can be seen playing inside. Han Luochen got out of the car with her, and the three or two children were lying on the railing and looking this way.

Ling Haofeng and a group of students got off the bus, and the dean here soon came over, an old lady with a kind face, and a few staff members by her side. No more, no less, when in the car everyone was assigned a task. Ling Haofeng first took some people to the dean's office to learn about the recent situation, and Lan Qingchuan and Han Luochen were doing an investigation in the hospital, and they could also see the child's situation. It's obviously well preserved, it's big enough, and it's beautiful enough.

The children in the welfare home are also well educated, lively and polite. Most of them are orphans, and some of the children are disabled children who have been abandoned by their parents. The staff moved some chairs for them to sit on, and after Lan Qingchuan sat down, he found that Han Luochen was gone. She looked around and saw that he was teasing a group of children.

The boys in the courtyard are all playing together, four or five years old, and they can't put down models and toys. They had a couple of brand-new skateboards that clumsily cradled in their arms. She heard Han Luochen laugh, "Kid, this isn't how to play. ”

The children ignored him, and could tell that he was insulting, and that they were about to run away without looking at him. Han Luochen smiled and grabbed a little boy, full of inducement, took out the plum candy in his pocket, and rubbed it rustling, "You borrow me to play, this candy is all yours, how about it?" He tore one and threw it in his mouth, pretending to sigh, "It's delicious." The children thought that he had such a face, and that he was definitely not a good person with such an expression, and hugged the skateboard very defensively, "I don't want it!" ”

"Why not?" He was very strange, crouched, his hands dangling and leaning forward slightly to ask them.

"Whoever gives sugar is a bad guy! Bad brother! The child slapped his fair face with a small slap, leaving a small black paw print. Run when you're done. Lan Qingchuan laughed when she heard this, and at this time, a classmate from her department came over next to her and called her over to help. She answered, and glanced at the boy who was biting on the candy with a bad face.

She helped write the investigation, and when she came back, she saw Han Luochen stepping on a skateboard that she had tricked out of nowhere, and her movements were extremely flexible, and she carried the skateboard extremely smoothly and retracted freely. He was tall in his own right, and he was a little glaring at the light, and he pulled down his hood, and changed his tricks with some smiles, and his figure was handsome. It seemed that he had slipped around the place, and everywhere he went, there was a group of children around him staring at him.

The sun was shining, a beautiful and proud young man, with black hair like jade, and a pair of eyes that were rich in brown and warmly wrapped in light.