The Little Fairy Reborn As a Schoolmaster

  Chapter 238: "Why didn't you call my brother?"

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

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

  Lu Ziheng's ability to read and comprehend is good. He can hear the little girl's words, just like the ancient heroes competing against foreigners. The Chinese still hope that the winner is the people of their own country.

  So Lu Ziheng won the game. The biggest cheer from the audience was not that he won the game, but that the country represented by Lu Ziheng won.

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

  Shen Qinghuan stands on tiptoe and has to return.

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

Lu Ziheng squinted his beautiful and beautiful eyes. He seemed to enjoy Shen Qinghuan’s touch and touch. He stopped talking about dangerous words that men’s heads could not be touched casually. Instead, he stood calmly. land.

  Shen Qinghuan stood on tiptoe and tore off the white adhesive tape. Her voice was soft and waxy, "Lu Ziheng. Lower your head again."

  Actually, Shen Qinghuan’s height is not too short. Compared with most small and exquisite southern women, Shen Qinghuan is more than 1.6 meters taller than some local men.

  North is generally synonymous with being tall in adulthood, so there is nothing surprising.

  It’s just that compared to Shen Qinghuan, Lu Ziheng's height difference made Shen Qinghuan a little strenuous to deal with the wounds.

  The man bends down obediently. Because he was too close, Lu Ziheng could feel the little girl’s exhaled heat on his face, making him tickled.

"For this period of time, these places will not be able to touch the water." Shen Qinghuan muttered, putting a band-aid on the corner of Lu Ziheng's eye. With the faint light, she seemed to have discovered some new world: "Lu Ziheng, you have Mole tears."

  Tear moles often grow at the corners of the eyes.

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

  In his memory, Lu Ziheng had never cried. Even when he was rejected in his previous life, he did not seem to shed tears, except when he was pushed into the morgue.

   "Hmm." The boy muffled, as if he was touched by the **** the wound. He heard her say: "Lu Ziheng. Does it hurt?"

  He deliberately did not speak.

  Before confessing that she wanted to call her elder brother, she would not listen. Even if she likes to call him by his name, she still has to call his full name, really.

Shen Qinghuan thought that she had really touched Lu Ziheng’s wound. She suddenly hugged his head with her hands, and gently exhaled to the place where the band-aid had just been put on, as if coaxing a child to Lu Ziheng: "Huh. It doesn’t hurt to breathe."

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

   "Hold for a while."

"Um?"

  Shen Qinghuan was so nervous that all his hairs stood up.

   "Can't help it."

  ! ! !

  Shen Qinghuan’s pupils shrink, can't help but which one I understand can't help it? How can he hold it back?

   "You can suffer less skin pain by not punching with others in the future." Shen Qinghuan tightened her lip line, and she said, "So afraid of pain, I have to be strong."

  Lu Ziheng lost a smile. He was afraid that what he said next would scare the children, so he simply jumped out of the topic: "Why didn't you call my brother?"

  (End of this chapter)