Seeing Fang Zichen's mother, Sakura didn't tell Fang Zichen. She went home alone and stayed in her bedroom, looking at her computer, but she was not in the mood to prepare the outline of the new cartoon.
Holding her legs in her arms, she felt a little depressed.
She knows that she is not excellent, her education is not very good, and she is not so famous, but at least she lives with her own efforts, and she has been studying these years. How can she be so poor in his mother's eyes?
Does emotion have to be measured externally and at home?
She doesn't understand I really don't understand
She didn't even know if she could hold on.
When Fang Zichen came back, no one in the living room thought that she had gone out. After taking a bath, he came back to the bedroom and found that she was curled up in a chair and thinking about things. She didn't move. Maybe even he didn't know he was going home.
"What are you doing?" Fang Zichen walked over while wiping her hair and put his hand on her shoulder.
Luo Xiaoying looked back at him, her eyes red, and then avoided the line of sight, "it's OK, are you hungry? I'm going to cook. "
She got up and went to the kitchen, not wanting him to see the trace of her crying.
Fang Zichen thinks she is not quite right, immediately followed up, came out of the bedroom to hold her, looked at her red eyes frowned, "you cry?"
Luo Xiaoying lowered her eyes and gently shook her head: "no, I've been watching the computer for a long time. My eyes are a little uncomfortable."
"Come on." Fang Zichen reached out and held her cheek, looking at the way she had obviously cried, "Why are you crying? I came back too late? "
It's not too late today. He arrived home at seven o'clock.
Luo Xiaoying holds his hand and looks up at him. "Do you think life is hard now? If you go home, you don't have to
He'll do whatever he wants. There won't be any problems with the team and life.
Square son Chen Leng for a while, "why ask this?"
Luo Xiaoying lowered her eyes and sucked her nose. "I just want to know."
Fang Zichen sighed softly, took her to sit down on the sofa, let her sit on her lap, and reached out to wipe the tears on her face. "Well, at the beginning, I thought it was very hard. Although it was interesting to shoot pictorial, it was boring to shoot too much, and I was tired to go on the show. I often started over, and I had to climb stairs to make you happy when I came back..."
Falling Sakura see him say like this, head a little bit of low down, tears fall down with.
Fang Zichen paused and looked at her with a gentle smile and wiped away her tears. "But it's worth it to think of you, and it's much better than the previous life of doing nothing except racing cars."
Fall small cherry breath a stagnant, lift Mou to look at him some can't believe, "really?"
Fang Zichen nodded and put his arm on her leg. "Well, what do you doubt?"
Fall small cherry pursed to close lips, wiped to wipe tears to smile next, "have no."
That's what he thought. She was much better. At least she knew that she was not amorous.
Fang Zichen looked at her crying and laughing. He was very helpless. He kissed her cheek. "Stupid, what do you think at home? Ah, I know. Do I have pressure to watch so many little girls sleeping outside? "
Luo Xiaoying was amused by him, gently pushed him, "you come less, I'm not jealous."
"Well ~" Fang Zichen is close to her with a bad smile, "don't worry, I'm your own."
Luo Xiaoying stepped back, "what are you doing ~"
Fang Zichen picked her up and went to the bedroom, "I'm hungry."
"Then I'll cook for you."
"Eat you first." Fang Zichen kicks the door.
……
LAN Yin got out of the interest class and found that she was near Lu Xinghan's repair shop. She bought some food and went to have a look.
It looks very high-grade. It's an independent factory with simple and atmospheric design. It has a layer of transparent glass on the outside, but you can't see the inside from the outside.
She went to the door and was stopped by two security guards to show her VIP card.
LAN Yin was at a loss. Yu Guang glanced at the figure passing by the gate and pointed to the past -
"I'm his family."