Then, she covered her face and rushed out, rushing into Fu Hong's arms: "Take me away, please take me away now? I don't want to come back here, never!"
Fu Hong put his arms around her and half hugged her up: "Okay, I'll take you away."
He didn't ask her why she was crying, or what she had said to Dong Zhuo in the ward. He promised to trust her, let her deal with Zeng Jin's feelings on her own, and let her say goodbye to the past forever. He did what he said.
However, if he heard her hysterically talking about her past pain in the ward, he wouldn't be as calm as he is now.
Fu Hong patted her head gently, walked to Lu Zhenghai's ward to say goodbye, and arranged for someone to follow Zi Ran. Finally, in the evening of the same day, he went home.
From now on, goodbye in City B!
Dong Zhuo, goodbye!
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On the plane, Zi Yang looked out the window at the increasingly smaller city B, pursed her lips and told herself: let the past pass, she wanted to start a new life, truly start a new life.
She wanted to leave all those happy, painful, and unbearable memories in this city and never pick them up again.
She subconsciously looked at the handsome man beside her, and happened to meet Fu Hong's demonic eyes.
Immediately, she opened her mouth and smiled lowly.
"Mommy, do you think my painting looks good?"
Xiaojunjun put the Q-version of the family portrait that he drew with crayon paint in front of Ziyang.
The characters in the painting are obviously a family of three.
The husband held his son and held his wife's hand, and everyone's faces were filled with happy smiles.
"Mommy, Mommy, does my painting look like it?"
"Zi Yang looked at the Q version of herself and couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth: "Junjun, you painted me so beautifully."
After receiving the compliment, Fu Jun became even more disgusted. He put his head over and pointed at the painting: "Mommy, Junjun, and Daddy are all handsome men and beauties. Junjun is the most handsome because I was born to mommy and daddy."
, Daddy, do you think so?"
Fu Hong was a little surprised that Junjun could draw, but he knew very little about his abilities.
He has been staying in the mirror, but now he comes out of the mirror and pretends to be like a seven or eight-year-old child every day. He never shows his dominance, does not show off or show off, which is a good thing.
After all, innocent and cute children are the most beloved by women.
Fu Hong looked at Ziyang and smiled from ear to ear, so he patted Junjun's head in reward: "The painting is indeed good."
"Junjun, what grade are you in?"
Ziyang took the brush and added two strokes to the painting, then returned it to Junjun: "Take it back and frame it, how about it?"
What grade are you in?
Junjun looked at Fu Hong with a questioning look, which seemed to be a cross between words.
"Third grade."
After Fu Hong finished speaking, he thought about it and arranged school for Junjun after the summer vacation.
Junjun immediately said, "Mommy, I'm in third grade. But it's summer vacation now, so Junjun doesn't have to go to school."
Then he climbed up onto Ziyang's legs, hooked his arm around her neck and gave her a hard smack: "Mommy, Daddy said, I'm going to live with my grandparents for a while in a few days. Grandma loves me.
Junjun can’t stay with mommy, mommy shouldn’t forget Junjun.”
In fact, he must go back to the mirror to replenish his energy, otherwise he will get sick, feel uncomfortable, and die.