God of War's Love: Forced to Marry a Cute Wife

Chapter 207 218 A dazzling and colorful flower
Song Feiyu asked Aunt Wu to get alcohol, anti-inflammatory drugs, and cotton swabs, then walked away and went into Ziyu's room again.

Ziyu was resting on the second master's lap, his eyes were slightly closed, he was not asleep, his long eyelashes were like wings, trembling slightly.

Song Feiyu hesitated to speak, couldn't help stretching out his hand to caress Ziyu's cheek, and sighed, his tone was soft and soft: "Ziyu, does it hurt?"

Luo Ziyu looked like a cute child, with his eyes open, confused and innocent.He grabbed Song Feiyu's hand and was extremely attached: "Yuyu, Ziyu doesn't hurt."

No pain!How could it not hurt?His forehead was bloody and his hands were covered with broken glass.

Song Feiyu became more careful when speaking: "Ziyu, you have to be honest, if it hurts, you have to say it hurts, you know?"

"Oh!" Luo Ziyu flapped his eyelashes, shy and well-behaved: "Yuyu hurts."

Song Feiyu couldn't help laughing: "It's not that Yuyu is in pain, it's that Ziyu is in pain." She said lightly, "Does it mean that Huanhuan's kiss doesn't hurt anymore?"

Hearing the words, Second Master Luo suddenly raised his head and stared at her coldly, but he didn't speak, not a single word.Because at that time, he had already heard Ziyu's cheerful voice: "Yes, where is Huanhuan?"

This ruthless man finally remembered Huanhuan.

Song Feiyu ignored the second master's stare, and hurriedly opened the door to let Jin Huan into the room.

Yan Jinhuan seemed to have grown up overnight, no, it should have grown up overnight, and even controlled her sobs very well.

Under Song Feiyu's guidance, she quickly learned how to disinfect, how to apply medicine, and how to make Luo Ziyu less painful.

In a corner of the room, a light softly shone on two angelic and beautiful children.One sat quietly on the sofa while the other rubbed and flattened it.

Pure, warm, as if eternal.

Song Feiyu's eyes were red, and he wrinkled his little nose: "Master, we can't give Ziyu much happiness..."

Luo Zhan's eyes were deep and soft, and the coldness had already turned into gratitude, or even moved, all kinds of complicated emotions, which were beyond words.

On a piece of wasteland, there is only one dazzling and colorful flower growing.No one has the right to pluck a flower unless it wants to fly away like a dandelion.

Time is so quiet.

Yan Jinhuan blew gently on Luo Ziyu's wound with her small mouth, and asked while blowing, "Brother Yu, does it still hurt?"

Luo Ziyu thought for a while, remembered Song Feiyu's teaching just now, and nodded seriously: "It hurts."

Yan Jinhuan's little face was wrinkled into a ball of depression, wishing that he could take the pain instead of him, and kissed the wound where he rubbed the medicine symbolically: "How about this?"

Luo Ziyu laughed suddenly, without making a sound, just a bright smile on his face, like thousands of peach blossoms blooming, so charming that Yan Jinhuan even forgot to breathe.

Yan Jinhuan threw herself into Luo Ziyu's arms suddenly, crying loudly: "Brother Yu, no matter what you look like, don't drive me away, okay?" Tears dripped down on the back of Luo Ziyu's hands, hot and enthusiastic.

Luo Ziyu gently hugged Yan Jinhuan with his arms, such a broad chest, such firm shoulders, like holding a small doll in his arms: "Huanhuan will not leave."

Words, short and tender.His world is so monotonous that there is only this beautiful flower.

Looking at this scene, Luo Zhan tightly clamped Song Feiyu's waist.My heart was rushing with turbulent waves, turbulently hitting the shore.

In a person's life, even if there is such a moment, even if there is such a person in love, it is joyful.What right does he have to deprive Ziyu of his happiness?

(End of this chapter)