Kiyokawa Danso

Chapter 111

The sun has dimmed a little, not so dazzling.Lan Qingchuan felt drowsy basking in the sun, and the joyful and wanton teenagers over there were still skateboarding all over the place, and he didn't care how much attention he got.

She was about to close her eyes when she felt a soft touch on her leg.She was taken aback, and opened her eyes to see that it was a small palm.This is a little boy wearing suspenders, about three or four years old, he stammered a word, "Sister." He struggled to climb up her lap, Lan Qingchuan smiled at him, and put this little child in arms.

The little guy was very quiet, with delicate features and cute features, but his complexion was much worse than that of a normal child. In addition to his abnormal pronunciation, Lan Qingchuan later asked the old dean, and found out that he was a child with some developmental defects.In addition, due to domestic violence, he was sent to an orphanage at a young age.

The little boy was wearing denim overalls, and the nurses put on a short coat in case he was cold.He sat quietly in her arms, with his arms around her waist, and his face pressed tightly against her clothes.

She couldn't laugh or cry and heard him call mother again.

Han Luochen finally got tired of skateboarding, and walked over with some panting, but he didn't know he heard this sentence.He leaned forward, hooked his straps, and drew his attention, "Little guy, who are you calling mother?" The little boy turned his head to look at him in a daze, then turned away silently.Lan Qingchuan heard him say, "Bad belt." The meaning of bad guy, it seems that this kid was also in the group of skateboarding kids just now, and heard them laughing at Han Luochen as "bad guy".

"Hey, why did I become a villain." After Han Luochen's exercise, the brows and eyes on his fair face became thicker and deeper, and his raised bamboo-leaf eyebrows were dark and moist, and when he raised them at this time, he seemed a little rough and ruffian.

The child cried while grabbing Lan Qingchuan, and the mother screamed.Lan Qingchuan glanced at Han Luochen, he touched his nose, feeling very wronged, "Don't look at me, I didn't do anything."

"Don't cry, I'll take you up high, okay?" The child started to fuss when she cried, twisting from side to side, and was sitting on Lan Qingchuan's lap. Her ankle injury hadn't healed yet, and Han Luochen felt a little Worried, he hugged him to himself, the child hugged his neck, scratched his neck, then raised his hand to scratch his face, luckily he had no nails, feeling fleshy, Han Luochen narrowed his eyes Squinting, "These little guys, why do they all want to touch my face." He hugged the child and played with the baby, and soon stopped crying. His clothes were crumpled and still Drooling.

Lan Qingchuan looked at him and smiled.Soon the staff in the courtyard came over and took the child away.Han Luochen took the paper towel she handed over, and wiped it casually. His eyes were bent, looking as good as crescent moons, "My little nephew is as big as him, as heavy as a pig, and his skin is rough all day long." Saying this, but the tone is doting, it can be seen that he prefers children.

She was right, Han Luochen liked these little guys very much, without the devious calculations and tossing of adults, he was living a carefree childhood that was enviable.

He was sweating while talking, his black hair was wet, and he himself was still a child, and he didn't know how to behave mischievously.Lan Qingchuan took out a tissue to let him wipe his sweat again, "Hurry up and wipe it off, what will you do if the wind blows later and you catch a cold like this?"

"You're worried about me." He smiled so much that the exquisite eyeliner drawn with fine brushwork was upturned, his eyes were gentle and beautiful, "How about you wipe it for me?" Waiting for her answer.

She smiled, "Yes, I'm worried about you." But there was a tissue behind her, and she refused, "Will you wipe it off if you like it?"

(End of this chapter)