The actor's little sweetheart is soft and flirtatious

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The book was chased out of the inpatient building, but failed to catch up.

He panted slightly, wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, and looked around.

Suddenly, his eyes stopped under a lush osmanthus tree in front left.

I saw a thin figure squatting under the tree with his back facing him, who was it that didn't suddenly lose his temper and ran out?

From this angle of book love, he could only see his hands moving, as if he was digging something.

Boqing walked over lightly.

When I got closer, I realized that he was digging a hole.

The thin and small boy lowered his eyebrows and couldn't see his expression clearly, but judging from his tightly pursed thin lips, he should be unhappy.

Boqing squatted down slowly, and asked softly, "What are you doing here?"

Zhizhi didn't raise his head, he seemed to be muttering to himself, or talking to him, "No, no..."

The book was startled, "What's wrong?"

Zhizhi raised his head, his dark eyes were full of confusion, "What's wrong?"

After thinking about it, he didn't think of anything. He lowered his head and continued digging with his hands. After a while, he dug a small shallow hole in front of him.

It rained last night, and the mud under the ground is still soft, but he can't bear it because he is still a child, and his skin is too tender.

I saw that pair of slender hands were covered with mud, and there were a few small wounds dripping with blood.

Obviously it was dug.

Painful heart welled up in Boqing's heart, and she held his hand, "Why are you digging a hole?"

His hands were held, and he struggled subconsciously, with a panicked expression: "Dirty."

Seeing this, I felt even more distressed. He held his hand tightly, "If it's not dirty, if it's not dirty, please look at me, okay?"

After struggling for a while, he looked at him with dark eyes.

"Yes, Zhizhi is really good," Boqing tried to keep his voice as soft as possible, for fear of shocking him again, "Now, can Zhizhi tell me why you suddenly ran out to dig a hole?"

Hearing this, Zhizhi's pupils trembled slightly, and his expression suddenly became a little dazed, "Yes, a hole was dug and it was going to be buried."

He shook off Bo Qing's hand, then took out the little puppet hidden inside from his arms, quickly threw it into the hole dug on the ground, and buried it in two or three strokes.

I was stunned.

During the whole movement, there was no nostalgia in the slightest, until the puppet was buried, the whole person even felt a faint sense of relief.

No, this is not right!

After realizing the affair, he pressed Zhizhi's hand suddenly, "Don't Zhizhi like Qingqing very much? Why do you want to bury him all of a sudden?"

It raises its head.

Book love was stunned again.

The other party's eyes were full of confusion, and the whole person seemed to be in a trance, as if everything he did just now was just a subconscious action.

This cognition made Bo Qing feel uneasy.

He reached out and touched Zhizhi's forehead, it was normal temperature.

"Besides, look at me," Baoqing grabbed him and shook him slightly, "Do you know who I am?"

Zhi Zhi stared at him, the confusion in his eyes gradually faded and became brighter and brighter, and finally he grabbed his hand in surprise, "Qingqing? Qingqing!"

Book love: "...?" Kiss?

"Qingqing..." Before he could think about it, Zhizhi's thin figure threw himself into his arms, and because of the strong momentum, he almost lost his balance.

"Qingqing... Qingqing..."

The voice of the little boy choked up in his arms.

Bo Qing hesitated for a moment, took his small face in his hands, and kissed him lightly between his brows.

Looking at the other party's eyes soaked in tears, his cheeks were inexplicably hot, "I... kissed, don't cry."

Zhizhi blinked his eyes, and his little face, which was covered with a little mud, suddenly turned red, "You..."

At this time, an angry voice came from behind: "So you are here!"

Turn back.

I saw Fu Tinghe leading two bodyguards striding over.

He looked at the two of them and smiled kindly: "Why did you come here?"

After a pause, he looked at him: "Does Zhi's head still hurt?"

Zhi Zhi pursed his lips, seeing that he didn't speak, just shook his head slightly.

Fu Tinghe felt a little helpless, "Are you still angry with Grandpa?"

Zhizhi clenched the book's hand, but still didn't speak.

His expression was a little weird, and there was some inexplicable vigilance faintly.

Take a look at him, then look at Fu Tinghe.

He always felt a little strange, but he couldn't tell why it was so strange.

He touched the back of Zhizhi's head, "The injury on your head hasn't healed yet, so you shouldn't blow it too much, why don't we go back first?"

At this moment, Zhi inexplicably listened to his words, and responded obediently: "En."

A group of five people took the elevator back to the ward. During the period, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was a little delicate.

After returning to the ward, he washed the book with him, and when he came out, Fu Tinghe had ordered someone to prepare breakfast and put it on the table.

After he invited Boqing to sit down, he personally served two bowls of porridge and pushed them to Boqing and Zhizhi.

Smiling: "In the morning, it's good to eat something light."

Bo Qing hurriedly thanked: "Thank you, Grandpa Fu."

"You're welcome, you're welcome," Fu Tinghe waved his hand, "I should be the one to thank you for helping me take care of it."

He looked at him, feeling a little relieved: "It's just that I was surprised that Zhizhi got along so well with you. He never liked to get in touch with strangers."

The book is silent, although he doesn't remember who he is, or even where he came from, and what he came here for, but judging from the attitude of his previous parents towards him, I'm afraid he might not be able to treat him normally. How good he is.

How can such a young child open up his heart and communicate with others easily when he grows up in a situation where his father does not love his mother?

Seeing that he didn't make a sound, Fu Tinghe also realized that his words were inappropriate. He coughed twice, looked at him, and asked in a questioning tone: "Zhi Zhi, would you like to live with your second uncle?" For a while?"

Hearing the words, Zhizhi, who had been hanging his head, suddenly raised his head: "Are you leaving again?"

Fu Tinghe paused, "There is still something to do in the company..."

"I go!"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhizhi interrupted him in a cold voice, "I've already been accompanied by someone here, you old man is busy with affairs, so you don't need to waste time here."

This is clearly speaking out of anger.

"I..." Fu Tinghe was about to speak when the phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

He took it out, looked at it, and connected.

After answering the phone, he opened his mouth while looking at him, but stopped talking.

Zhizhi looked down at the porridge in front of him, and his immature voice was so cold that he couldn't hear a trace of emotion, "Leave if you want."

Fu Tinghe sighed softly, stood up and said to the book: "Someone will come and take him to his second uncle later, I wonder if you are still willing to follow him?"

Hearing this, Zhizhi froze all over, bit his lip unconsciously, his little head drooped lower and lower.

Book love glanced at him, "I will go wherever he goes."

Fu Ting congratulated him, "That's great, I'll have to take care of you from now on."

After Fu Tinghe left, not long after, someone came to pick them up and love them.

In the afternoon, Book Love and Zhizhi were sent to a completely unfamiliar villa.

The owner here is called Fu Chenzhou, who is his uncle.

It is said that my uncle's family has a private family doctor, so there is no need to worry about the inconvenience after he is discharged from the hospital.

At this time, the uncle hadn't arrived home yet, so the housekeeper greeted them to sit in the living room.

The atmosphere was awkward, and there was a sound of "clack clatter" going downstairs from the stairs.

Boqing looked up, and in the next second, a little boy about three years old appeared in his sight.

The little boy went downstairs, a little sleepy, and said in a milky voice, "Housekeeper, are they the elder brothers that grandpa said would live in our house?"

The butler smiled: "Yes, master."

The little boy walked up to Boqing and Zhizhi, blinked his eyes, and stretched out his little hand very friendly: "Hello, my name is Fu Wangqing, you can call me Qingqing."

Fu Wangqing...

Boqing's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

This name... so familiar.

"Snapped--!"

The little hand stretched out in front of him was slapped away by Zhizhi who suddenly stood up, and he looked at Fu Luqing with a gloomy face, and his immature voice was slightly angry: "You are not Qingqing!"

Fu Wangqing is the only son of the Fu family, and the relationship between his parents is different from that of his parents who are obedient and obedient. They are truly inseparable, loving and loving.

Surrounded by their love, Fu Wangqing grew up as a truly pampered young master, but fortunately, Fu Chenzhou taught well on weekdays, and he didn't have those "problems of the young master".

At this moment, he was suddenly faced with a cold face, and he just hid behind the housekeeper while covering his hurt hand, without crying.

Seeing this, Baoqing quickly blocked it: "What are you doing?"

Then, looking at Fu Wangqing who hid behind the butler, "Qingqing is sorry, but he is a little scared..."

"He's not Qingqing!" One of them grabbed his sleeve and hurriedly said, "You are Qingqing!"

The book is a little confused: "What?"

Zhizhi looked up at him, his eyes were a little red: "You are Qingqing, you are my favorite Qingqing, don't you remember?"

"No, Qingqing is not your little puppet..." The book's voice stopped abruptly, and suddenly remembered the scene where the boy threw himself into his arms under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the morning and kept saying "Qingqing".

So, what did his "Qingqing" mean at that time?Instead of... Kiss?

Thinking about it, the book's fair cheeks were quietly dyed pink.

It turns out... so he got the wrong idea? !

At this time, Fu Wangqing stood up under the encouragement of the housekeeper, and he looked at him timidly, "Since brother doesn't like to call me Qingqing, then call me Xiaoqing."

That obedient and cute appearance is very pleasing.

However, Zhizhi just pursed his lips, did not speak, and even looked at him with a touch of vigilance in his eyes.

Seeing this, Chu Qing collected his thoughts and touched him: "Shut it."

Only then did Zhizhi reluctantly say his name: "Fu Wangzhi."

Fu Wangzhi...

Fu Wangzhi...

Boqing's breath was stagnant, and these three words were like a heavy hammer smashing into his heart.

"Don't cry, I will feel bad..."

"Book, do you like me..."

"Sorry, I didn't protect you well..."

This muffled voice...

Baoqing clutched his heart suddenly, his face became pale and bloodless in an instant, and the same voice occupied his whole mind.

His eyes turned black.

Slow mind, slow thinking: he seems to have forgotten something.

Forgot a...very important person.