He came with great glory

Chapter 147 Write My Name Fifty Times

They were so forgetful just now that Fu Ying only now realized that the scabs on the arm that was scratched last night had all fallen off.

The man now looked down at her hand with tenderness on his face.

Fu Ying: "Now you remember that I have a wound on my wrist?"

Shen Liguang couldn't help laughing: "Sorry."

Fu Ying bit her lip: "In our ancient times..."

"..."

"what?"

Fu Ying shook her head: "No, I just want to say that premarital sex seems a bit..."

Shen Liguang raised his eyes: "I've been seen by you, you don't want to be responsible?"

Fu Ying: "..."

"No, it's not." Fu Ying wanted to cry but had no tears. Who was more disadvantaged?

Obviously, every time he was very active, and then he wanted to put on an incapable look.

Now, it's like she's a scumbag...

"Will you leave me?"

Fu Ying was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect the topic to jump off so quickly.

Fu Ying raised her eyes and met his eyes. He had moles at the end of his eyes, and he looked so tender.

He was silent, waiting for her to answer.

"will not."

After Fu Ying finished answering, she felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange, and said again: "Never."

forever.

What a beautiful word.

Shen Liguang lowered his eyebrows and smiled.

"Sit on the sofa for a while, and I'll bring you the cold porridge."

"I can..." As soon as Fu Ying got up, she felt a strange feeling in her lower body. She was so crazy playing in the countryside in those few days, she completely forgot about her period...

She didn't dare to move, and looked at Shen Liguang in embarrassment: "That...brother."

"what happened?"

Fu Ying took a deep breath, her cheeks turned suspiciously red: "I, I seem to be on my period."

Shen Liguang paused slightly: "Wait a minute, I'll go out and buy."

Shen Liguang hurried out and entered the supermarket only to find that the girl's personal items were divided into many kinds.

He stood in front of the shelf and didn't know which one to take for a while.

"Sir, did you buy it for your girlfriend?"

Shen Liguang's expression was unnatural, and he glanced randomly: "Well, but, but I don't know what the difference is."

"Well, this is a mesh surface, this is a cotton surface, and this is for night use, this is for day and night, this is a panty liner, and this is a tampon..."

"Your girlfriend uses regular or tampons."

Shen Liguang: "...I, I don't know much about it."

"Then, let's use a tampon. It's not stuffy, easy to carry, and not easy to leak."

Shen Liguang's face was unnatural: "Well, I, I will see for myself."

The female clerk smiled at Shen Liguang: "Okay, then look."

"..."

Shen Liguang stared at the shelf in front of him, took a pack of each kind, and went to pay in a hurry.

Fu Ying hid in the bathroom, not daring to go out, and finally waited for him to come back.

When I reached out to pick up something, I found that he bought a big bag.

Fu Ying: "?"

Shen Liguang lowered his eyes: "Well, I don't know what kind you need, so I took a pack of them all."

Fu Ying nodded and silently closed the door.

Seeing the unnatural look on his face just now, Fu Ying couldn't help but want to laugh.

Fu Ying dawdled in the bathroom for a while before going out.

The man was still flipping through her diary, with a cigarette in his mouth, and the smoke was lingering. He squinted his eyes and looked carefully.

Fu Ying hurried over to grab the diary: "Don't read it."

He was tall and had long legs and long hands, so he easily dodged Fu Ying.

"I'll take a look."

"No."

Shen Liguang stared at her head and smiled: "If you snatch it back, I will give it back to you."

Fu Ying frowned: "You laugh at me for being short."

"No."

"You have."

She worked hard to grow taller, and she is not 160 yet.

Standing beside him is petite and exquisite, reaching only to his heart.

"It's nothing to look at, brother, return the book to me."

Fu Ying felt her face was hot, and it was too embarrassing for him to see such pretentious words.

The key point is that he seems to read it very seriously, reading every page.

"Ask you something." Shen Liguang squinted slightly from the smoke, pinched the cigarette, and gathered the smoke with one hand.

"Once I saw you sitting on the platform writing and drawing, then lowered your head and kissed, what did you draw?"

Fu Ying blushed, she didn't dare to look at him, she shook her head to herself: "I didn't draw anything, brother, please return the book to me."

"to be frank."

"It's nothing."

Shen Liguang: "I don't believe it."

Fu Ying raised her eyes and looked at him. The girl's mind was exposed, and she suddenly felt a little shy in her heart: "I, what I drew is my brother."

Shen Liguang suddenly laughed: "You stole my brother?"

Fu Ying said embarrassingly, "I, I... am not stealing a kiss."

"what is that?"

Fu Ying lowered her head and said nothing.

She didn't just steal pictures and kisses, she also dreamed too many impossible things.

Fortunately for her, those impossible things are now possible.

"Brother, please return the book to me."

The girl had a look of embarrassment on her face, and she was eager to cry.

"Wait a moment."

Shen Liguang went to find a pen, and on the first page of her diary, added two strokes to his name, and changed the small word she had written wrong under the word Li to water.

For a moment, Fu Ying was too embarrassed.

That was the first time she wrote his name, and she wrote it too many times afterwards, the three words of his name seemed to form muscle memory, and she could write it even with her eyes closed.

He raised his hand and tapped her head with a pen: "It's the dawn of dawn."

"I know."

"Then you still spelled my name wrong."

"I didn't mean to."

"You write my name again now, yes, I will return the book to you."

Fu Ying looked at him without moving.

Shen Liguang was very serious, with a serious face, and put the pen into her hand: "write now."

Fu Ying felt that he was as fierce as Tan Ruinian, the head teacher in high school, and she wanted to be the primary school student who was drawn by the teacher to write silently.

Shen Liguang saw that she was slow to write, and impatiently tapped the table with his fingers: "Write."

Fu Ying glanced at him, and took a pen to write his name stroke by stroke.

Her handwriting is the same as that in the letters sent to him in those two years.

He remembered that this girl was a scumbag, but she could write well.

She seems to have too many different places from others.

Fu Ying wrote his name proficiently, and her handwriting was neat. After finishing writing, she looked at him and said, "Brother, is it okay?"

"Have you ever practiced calligraphy?"

Fu Ying paused and scratched her head.

What should she say, before she came here, she was often supervised by the Taifu to practice calligraphy.

"Yes, I have taught it. During the summer vacation of the second year of high school, I practiced it during the tutoring."

Shen Liguang nodded: "The handwriting is so beautiful, my brother likes it very much, write my name fifty times."

Fu Ying frowned.

"Do you want a diary?"

Fu Ying bit her lip: "Brother, you, isn't your request too unreasonable?"

"Well, being disobedient is not just making trouble for no reason."

"..."

"Write or not?"

Fu Ying glanced at the diary in his hand, compromised: "I will write."

His name has many strokes, and it took Fu Ying more than ten minutes to write his name fifty times.

Shen Liguang returned the notebook to her, and she hid it in her arms like a baby.

"Hide it well."

Fu Ying nodded.

"Hidden forever."

Fu Ying looked up at him.

I always feel that there is something in his words recently.

(End of this chapter)