Fu Luochi sat on the sofa downstairs, lowering his head and quietly watching his bandaged palms, with his eyelids hanging down, and he couldn’t tell what he was thinking.
He also didn’t regret that he had injured his hand in the afternoon. He was indeed not so well-behaved and not so pure and kind.
He will fight, he will grab.
Fu Luochi also has a vigilance like a beast instinct and will subconsciously eliminate all potential threats.
The footsteps from the stairs come from far to near.
The sunlight outside the window sprinkled in, and the living room was warm and sun.
Shen Zai went downstairs, and his footsteps were heard, and he could not tell at all the displeasure he had just been educated by his mother.
He walked to the sofa, his attitude seemed to be particularly sincere, and he had no grudges in his heart, “I’m sorry, I kicked you just now.”
A few words were a bit frivolous.
It seems like he was deliberately teasing him.
After Shen finished speaking, he looked at his gauze-wrapped hands and pretended to pick them up.
Fu Luochi pulled his hand back unhappily, as if he didn’t want to touch it.
Shen Zai yelled, and he still felt a little bit inferior. He said, “I’m sorry, I’m too ignorant of the seriousness, and I actually injured your hand like this.”
The smile that seemed to be smiling was also intentional.
He was too lazy to reveal that this was a frame.
Shen Zai didn’t mind Fu Luochi ignored him and continued to say with a smile: “Brother is really sorry, can you forgive me?”
Fu Luochi lifted up his eyelids and watched him act.
The boy spoke without expression.
When Song Shengsheng came down, he didn’t know if they had reconciled, so he couldn’t tell.
Both of them were sitting on the sofa, Shen Zai had long legs, and seemed to be humming a little tune in his mouth, looking very good.