He came with great glory

Chapter 92

Shen Liguang looked at her, raised his hand and pinched her soft face: "Of course."

Fu Ying was taken aback.

Then he lowered his head and curled the corners of his mouth.

Shen Liguang licked his lips, looked at her sniggering, and wanted to laugh too.

I don't know if she understands what she means.

The writing of love poems is quite slippery, that's right, sometimes this brain can't turn a corner.

Otherwise, when making an emergency contact, they wouldn't foolishly call the police.

However, looking at her like this, she probably didn't understand.

Shen Liguang sighed helplessly.

It's okay if you don't understand.

"Firefly."

"Ok?"

Fu Ying looked at him.

Fu Ying blinked, looked at him, and was stunned for a while.

She didn't look away until she felt her eyes getting hotter and hotter.

"what happened?"

Shen Liguang: "It's okay."

The young man holding a hip-hop dancer in the small square suddenly elicited applause, and Fu Ying looked over there.

Shen Liguang's eyes fell on the girl, and then looked away, looking at those energetic young people, suddenly envious.

In his early twenties, a fire broke out at home, which almost destroyed his life.

At that time, he wanted to grow up quickly and support the family.

Now, I want to go back again.

The girl was fascinated by watching others dance, her eyes were full of surprise and admiration.

In Shen Liguang's heart, there was something vaguely uncomfortable.

"Shall we go home?" he asked.

"I want to stay a little longer." Fu Ying stared straight at those people, "I think they are so cool, they are so free and unrestrained."

Shen Liguang was perfunctory and let out a lazy "hmm".

Fu Ying stared at the group of dancers for a long time, Shen Liguang's face was dark and unhappy for a long time.

The sour thing is that there is no name and no part.

After going back that night, Fu Ying lay on the bed staring at the ceiling in a daze.

The moonlight outside was pale, she glanced at Qibao, she didn't know why, recently it always squatted by the window and looked out.

The fleshy back seems to have something on his mind.

Fu Ying called out: "Seven Treasures?"

Qibao looked back at it, but didn't move.

Fu Ying wondered if it had changed places, so it couldn't adapt.

Two days later, on the weekend, Fu Ying discovered that Qibao was doing something wrong.

Always yelling restlessly, and then lying on the window to look out.

While Fu Ying was staring at Qibao, Shen Liguang walked in.

"It's in heat."

"Huh? Fat, heat?"

Shen Liguang hasn't entered his room for a few days, and the monotonous bedroom before seems to be different because of the presence of the girl.

Become, very warm.

There are more girls' objects, and it is no longer monotonous.

"Then what should I do? Do you want to find a girlfriend for it?"

Fu Ying sat on the ground, holding Qibao in her arms, and asked worriedly.

She didn't know anything about raising a cat for the first time.

He looked up at Shen Liguang, begging for help.

Shen Liguang stared at her anxious little face, and lost three words: "Sterilize."

Qibao was shocked when he heard this.

Fu Ying glanced at Qibao sympathetically.

At noon, Shen Liguang took her to the restaurant at home for dinner.

Fu Ying remembered that Fu Yi said that you should be polite in other people's homes, and go to the back kitchen to help wash the dishes after eating.

Li Ruolan stopped her: "No, you and Brother Li Guang go home, I don't need to help."

"I'll go back after washing these." Fu Ying pointed to the pile in front of her.

Li Ruolan stopped arguing with her, and felt that the child had a good personality, and smiled kindly: "That's fine, if you want to wash Auntie, I won't argue with you, and go home after washing. There are a lot of homework for the second year of high school."

"Well, good." Fu Ying nodded.

Li Ruolan smiled and left the back kitchen.

Shen Liguang was picking up the leftovers left by the guests.

There is a stray dog ​​nearby who has been eating Baijiafan since childhood. He ate all the leftovers from the small restaurants on the street.

Eat into a ball.

Shen Liguang was as usual, and poured the leftovers into the dog bowl, and saw that there was no water in the water basin, so he picked it up to fetch water for it.

When she entered the kitchen, she found Fu Ying was washing dishes.

The movements are rusty, but they are also focused and careful.

Shen Liguang took the water and put the basin back to its original place.

Li Ruolan watched her son come back from feeding the dog, and said with a smile, "Li Guang, Fu Yi is a really nice little sister, she is obedient and polite, she will wash the dishes later."

Shen Liguang nodded: "I see."

Li Ruolan looked regretful: "It's just too young, otherwise it would be great to be my daughter-in-law."

Shen Liguang smiled and remained silent.

It was getting dark outside, and Qibao calmed down a bit. Because of the estrus, Fu Ying planned to wait until the estrus period and take it to be neutered.

She and Qibao sat on the sofa and watched a movie. It was a suspenseful movie with supernatural and thrilling themes.

Shen Liguang was also watching.

Leaning on the sofa, she kept her eyes on Fu Ying from time to time.

Fu Ying was fascinated by watching, and didn't realize that she was being peeped.

Seeing the bloody horror, his fingers gripped his clothes tightly, feeling scared and wanting to see it.

Shen Liguang stared at her little hand clutching her clothes, wanted to hold it, and then held back.

Then look away from her and stare at the film.

When I went back to my room to sleep, it started to rain outside, with thunder and lightning.

Fu Ying lost sleep.

Think of the stormy night in this movie, the murderer secretly lurks in the woman's house, holding the big scissors for pruning branches, and cuts the woman's flesh into pieces.

Fu Ying raised her eyes and looked towards the curtain. A flash of lightning flashed, and she felt that there was someone behind the curtain.

Maybe it was psychological at work, Fu Ying stared straight at the curtains with wide-eyed eyes.

The room was lit up in bursts because of the lightning.

Every time it lights up, Fu Ying's heart trembles. She always feels that the next time the room lights up because of lightning, someone will suddenly appear in front of her.

Under the psychological pressure again and again, Fu Ying took a deep breath, couldn't bear it anymore, got out of bed and ran out of the bedroom.

Shen Liguang had just finished taking a shower, wiping his hair with one hand and holding the doorknob with the other.

The girl panicked and ran out of the bedroom and crashed into his arms.

"what happened?"

Fu Ying didn't speak, but her small body was trembling.

"Why are you crying?"

Fu Ying buried her face in his heart and shook her head: "No, it's fine."

Feeling ashamed, Fu Ying didn't dare to say anything, she wiped her tears carelessly, and felt relieved when she saw him.

Shen Liguang watched the lightning and thunder outside, and asked with a smile, "Are you afraid?"

"No, it's not." Fu Ying bit her lip and said bravely, "No."

"Then you, get out of brother's arms first, okay?"

Fu Ying's cheeks became hot, blushing attractively.

Speed ​​back away.

At that time, the heavens were beautiful, and a blast of thunder shook the ears. Fu Ying just retreated from the man's arms, and rushed towards him again in fright.

Shen Liguang freed his hand and patted her on the back lightly: "You still say you're not afraid?"

Fu Ying clutched his pajamas tightly.

"I think of the murderer in the movie, who secretly lurks in that woman's room on a night of lightning, thunder and storm."

"Yeah." Fu Ying heard the man's tone rising, with a slight smile, "I'm afraid, I'm afraid, what reason can I find."

"Brother won't make fun of you."

　I don’t want this kind of routine of watching horror movies to be scared again in my next book.Tasty!
　　Let's start with a chapter, I didn't save the manuscript, and then chat in the group at night, there is no code word. . . . . . .Wait a while and write the next chapter.

　　I type very slowly, I think about the plot in my mind, and then I often run away, dazed, and pull my hair and split ends...Do you think I still have treatment?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)