Chapter 1115： Your heart is chaotic (39)

Feng Qian swears that this is the first time she is so cowardly, or in front of the debris.

Finally, when the two came out of the haunted house, Feng Qian still had a blank face.

The girl with the bunny ear headband on her head, with an expressionless face at this time, was even cuter.

Shen Lin smiled lightly and held Feng Qian's hand.

Before entering the haunted house, he could see that she was a little scared.

But Dr. Shen didn't say a word, he had other thoughts in his mind.

Now that he came out, he was still obediently admitting his mistake.

Shen Lin's head was slightly tilted, and his voice was soft and admitting, "I was wrong, Qian Qian, I shouldn't have brought you here."

Feng Qian paused, and blinked.

A sigh of relief.

Speaking of which, it has nothing to do with fragments.

She said it herself, don't be afraid.

"Well, I'm just... a little scared."

The wind is shallow.

"Ok, I know."

Feng Qian: "..."

ten minutes later.

Feng Qian looked down at the movie ticket in his hand, and turned to look at Dr. Shen who looked indifferent.

"Horror film?"

"Um."

"You deliberately?"

"If Qianqian is afraid, you can change it."

Feng Qian: "..."

However, having said that, Feng Qian is not afraid of watching horror movies.

Shen Lin thought that Feng Qian would be afraid, but...

Most of the people who watch horror movies are young couples.

The screen was put on a terrifying picture, and many girls threw themselves into their boyfriend's arms in fear.

Dr. Shen's fingertips rested on the armrest, and his eyes swept lightly.

When his eyes fell on Feng Qian, he was a little surprised.

Aren't you afraid...

"Shallow."

"Huh?" Feng Qian turned his head to look at Shen Lin.

The gentle and beautiful man curled his lips slightly, opened his arms slightly, and lowered his voice: "If you are afraid, you can hold me."

The girl shook her head calmly.

"not afraid."

Afraid that the other party would not believe it, the girl seriously added: "This time it's true."

Shen Lin sighed slightly, he leaned closer, and tapped the little girl's forehead with his fingertips.

"Silly girl... I just want to hug you."

The wind was slightly startled.

Shen Lin's white fingers pressed against the armrest, bent over and stood up, then squatted down in front of the girl.

In this atmosphere, the young couples in the movie theater were all concerned about their other half and didn't notice it.

In the dim environment, the sound effects of the film and Dr. Shen's scorching breath can be heard.

Feng Qian blinked, leaned over and hugged Shen Lin.

Dr. Shen was also a little surprised, the little girl would take the initiative to hug her.

He paused slightly, and lifted his fingertips on the seat, landing on the girl's waist.

Unpredictably, with a slight force, he pushed the girl between the seats.

Before Feng Qian could react, her lips were blocked.

The skin on his cheek inadvertently touched the frame of the pair of gold-wire glasses on the bridge of Dr. Shen's nose, and the cold temperature made the skin tremble.

After a while, Shen Lin got up slightly, he took off his glasses slowly, and tugged at the collar a few times with his fingertips, revealing a large area of ​​whiteness.

Then, keep your head down...

…

The first date ended with Feng Qian being drained.

There is still some time before the show officially starts recording.

It was only later that Feng Qian found out that Shen Lin brought money into the program group, and the hotel booked the presidential suite. After Feng Qian entered, he never came out again.

Said it was just a coincidence.

Sure enough, it's all bullshit.

…

The little girl slumped on the bed, dazedly reviewing medical knowledge.

Shen Lin poured a cup of hot tea and walked over.

"What do you want to do today?"

Feng Qian looked up at Shen Lin, "Can I sleep?"

Dr. Shen coughed lightly and put the water glass on the bedside table.

He knelt on the bed with his long legs slightly bent and hooked his lips: "What kind of sleep is Qian Qian referring to?"

Feng Qian: "..."

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