101 Marriage Proposals: Hei Di's Sky-high Lover

Then, covering her face, she rushed out and rushed into Fu Hong's arms: "Take me away, can you take me away now? I don't want to come back here again, never!"

Fu Hong wrapped his arms around her, half-embracing her, "Okay, I'll take you away."

He didn't ask her why she was crying, didn't ask her what she said to Dong Zhuo in the ward, he promised to trust her, deal with Zeng Jin's feelings for her, and let her say goodbye to the past forever, and he did what he said.

However, if he heard her hysterically talking about past pain in the ward, he would not be as calm as he is now.

Fu Hong patted her on the head softly, walked to Lu Zhenghai's ward to bid farewell, arranged for someone to follow Ziran, and finally, at dusk that day, went back home.

From now on, city b, goodbye!

Dong Zhuo, goodbye!

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On the plane, Zi Yang looked at the increasingly smaller city B outside the window, pursed her lips and told herself: Let everything in the past go, and she wants to start a new life, really start a new life.

She will throw all those happy, painful, and unbearable memories in this city, and never pick them up again.

She subconsciously looked at the handsome man beside her, and happened to meet Fu Hong's bewitching pupils.

Immediately, she opened her mouth and smiled lowly.

"Mommy, do you think my paintings look good?"

Xiao Junjun put the q-version family portrait that he drew with crayon paint in front of Zi Yang.

The characters in the painting are obviously a family of three.

The husband hugged his son and led his wife, and everyone's faces were filled with happy smiles.

"Mommy, Mommy, do I look like this?"

"Zi Yang looked at the q version of herself, and couldn't help but upturned her mouth: "Jun Jun, you drew me so beautifully. "

Fu Jun, who was praised, became more and more stinky. He poked his head and pointed at the painting: "Mummy, Junjun, and Daddy are all handsome men and beauties, and Junjun is the most handsome, because I was born by Mommy and Daddy." , Daddy, don’t you think so?”

Fu Hong was a little surprised that Junjun could draw, but he really knew very little about his ability.

He has always stayed in the mirror, and now he comes out of the mirror and pretends to be like a seven or eight-year-old child every day. He never shows his domineering, unassuming or showing off, which is a good thing.

After all, innocent and cute children are the most popular with women.

Fu Hong looked at Ziyang smiling from ear to ear, so he patted Junjun's head rewardingly: "The painting is really good."

"Junjun, what grade are you in?"

Zi Yang took the paintbrush and added two strokes to the painting, and then returned it to Jun Jun: "Take it back and frame it, how about it?"

What grade is it?

Junjun gave Fu Hong a questioning look, which seemed to be a string of words.

"Third grade."

After Fu Hong finished speaking, he thought about it, after the summer vacation was over, he would arrange a school for Junjun.

Junjun immediately followed up and said, "Mommy, I'm in the third grade. But now it's summer vacation, Junjun doesn't have to go to school."

Then he crawled up to Ziyang's lap, hooked her neck and slapped hard: "Mommy, Daddy said, I'm going to live with my grandparents for a while in a few days, grandma loves me so much, Junjun can't be with Mommy, Mommy don't forget Junjun."

In fact, he has to go back to the mirror to replenish his vitality, otherwise he will get sick, feel uncomfortable and die.

Of course you can't tell Mommy this truth.

I can only panic about my mother.