Withdrawal

Fu Shizhou is back.

Brother Zhouzhou is here.

Qiao Luo put his finger against Fu Shizhou's dry and warm palm, rubbed against him, put his calf against Fu Shizhou's knee, and whispered, "Okay."

She's so obedient, she felt bad for Fu Shizhou.

He would rather the brat mess with him.

Fu Shizhou helped him put the milk cup aside, and said to Joe's father and mother, "Go and rest too, uncles and aunts. I'll take him to sleep. He'll be fine after he sleeps."

Qiao Luo then said obediently: "Dad, Mom, I'm fine, don't worry about me."

Mother Qiao touched Qiao Luo's head, told Fu Shizhou "I'm sorry" again, and then went to find a new quilt for Fu Shizhou.

Joe's father went to wash off the milk cup, and helped Qiao Luo pack the messy schoolbag by the way.

The two of them weren't in a good mood either. Qiao Luo was spoiled and spoiled since childhood, and they themselves were never willing to touch Qiao Luo with a finger. Even if he was mischievous and did something wrong, they would only criticize him verbally.

Now that the child is being bullied, such a gentleman as Qiao's father can't help but want to find out the little hooligan who bullied Qiao Luo and beat him up.

Fu Shizhou touched Qiao Luo's soft hair, and took his hand to stand up: "Go back to the room and sleep."

Qiao Luo obediently followed him and stood up, but sat back down without stopping.

The two slender calves were trembling, and when he glanced at Fu Shizhou, the circles of his eyes were red again.

It's not that it's okay, it's just that my parents are worried.

Fu Shizhou was especially gentle today. He squatted back, touched his little face, pinched his calf, and asked, "Brother hug?"

Qiao Luo's big eyes were full of tears, she pursed her lips and said nothing, and stretched her arms at Fu Shizhou aggrievedly.

Qiao's father turned around after washing the cup, and saw Qiao Luo wrapped in a blanket like a silkworm baby, only showing a small furry head, which was held firmly in Fu Shizhou's arms.

His suppressed emotions all night were diverted, and he couldn't help laughing: "Come down, Luoluo, how old are you, your brother can't hold you anymore, Shizhou, you can't let him be so spoiled."

Qiao lowered his head into Fu Shizhou's arms, refusing to make a sound, as any sound would reveal the fact that he was already crying.

Fu Shizhou hugged him firmly, and said to Qiao's father, "It's okay, I can hug him."

She could hold back in front of her parents, but when Fu Shizhou hugged her like this, Qiao Luo burst into tears. Tears poured out of her eyes like beans, and before she walked back to the bedroom, her little face the size of a palm was covered with tears. wet.

Fu Shizhou put him on the bed, rubbed his hair comfortingly, got up to wash his towel and wipe his face, but before he could turn around, he was grabbed by his arm.

Qiao Luo was crying so hard, her wet eyes were like fledglings who had just come into contact with this world, full of anxiety and dependence.

Fu Shizhou's temples throbbed, and his heart ached.

He wanted to hold him in his arms, to kiss away his tears, to turn back the time, to make himself more comprehensive, and to block all malice and harm for him.

Fu Shizhou was annoyed and regretted, and he was angry with himself.

What to do, he didn't protect his little tail.

He wasn't calm at all, and he was going to be scared to death.

Fu Shizhou gave up the plan to go to the bathroom to get a towel, turned around and bent down to look at him, stretched out his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes with his thumb, and coaxed, "Little liar, you just said you were fine."

Nodding Qiao Luo's nose again: "Brother is here, stop crying, okay?"

Qiao Luo pulled Fu Shizhou's arm into his arms, and explained with a sob: "I don't want my parents to worry, but I'm really scared."

Fu Shizhou hesitated for a moment, but stretched out his arms to hug Qiao Luo, lifted him up and sat on his lap, and wrapped the whole body into his arms, touched the top of his fine hair, combed it with his fingers, and massaged him to relax: "What about me? Don't worry about me worrying about you? Then what will you do if I don't come?"

Qiao Luo leaned in Fu Shizhou's arms, and his sense of security found support. He wiped all his tears on Fu Shizhou's clothes, and finally relaxed: "I wanted to tell my father secretly, but you came."

Fu Shizhou put his arms around the limp man, gave up what he wanted to say, "Call me if you have anything to do in the future", and lightly touched Qiao Luo's leg: "What's wrong with your leg? Are you injured?"

He wasn't very worried right away because he knew that Qiao's parents must have checked it. Sure enough, Qiao Luo also nodded: "Running too fast, I'm a little tired."

After a pause, he felt a little shy, put his head in Fu Shizhou's arms, and said in a muffled voice, "My...the root of my leg hurts a little."

Fu Shizhou was frightened to death: "Where?!"

It's about to die, how can I delay it so much if I'm injured!

Qiao Luo became even more embarrassed: "It's not...that, it's the heels of the legs. I'm embarrassed to tell my mother when I'm taking a bath."

The air was quiet for a moment, and Fu Shizhou froze. He took a deep breath and asked, "Then... let me see?"

He was sure, the little brat didn't think in other directions at all, he really regarded him as an older brother.

"I saw it myself. It's bruised. I need to apply some medicine." Qiao Luo sometimes bumps into dance practice, and the ointment is prepared in the room. Sticky: "The medicine box is in my cabinet, can you hold me to get it, I want you to hold me."

Fu Shizhou will be Liu Xiahui, be an upright gentleman, endure all kinds of hardships, become gold, and the King Kong is not bad...

After seeing a large bruise on Qiao Luo's inner thigh, he calmed down completely.

Fu Shizhou didn't change his expression or look sideways, pretending he couldn't see Qiao Luo's round butt, he took a cotton ball to apply the medicine on Qiao Luo, then wrapped him in a quilt, hugged him whole in his arms, and let out a long breath.

A little scared.

If it hurts a little more crookedly, something serious will happen.

Fu Shizhou touched Qiao Luo's back, and patted him gently to comfort him.

To comfort the frightened Qiao Luo, he also comforted himself.

Qiao Luo clings to him and wants to hug him, so why doesn't he want to hold this little one all the time, to make sure that he is safe and sound, and stays safely within the protection range within his reach.

They are each other's sense of security.

He asked softly: "Does your leg still hurt? Are you still afraid? I hold you and hold you all the time. Sleep well, okay?"

Qiao Luo stopped crying, but her eyes were still wet, she looked very pitiful, her soft hair rubbed against Fu Shizhou's chin, and said softly in a nasal voice: "I'm so scared when they said they were going to abolish me today. "

He arched into Fu Shizhou's arms again: "But if you say you will pick me up later, I won't be afraid anymore."

Fu Shizhou took him into his arms indulgently, but his voice was very serious: "What's the matter, the little gangsters stop the students outside and usually bully them to ask for some money, and they want to abolish you? Did you provoke them?"