Actor Gao Leng, you are blushing again

Chapter 130

What Su Qiao didn't expect was that Leng Feiran replied to her again.

【Leng Feiran V: /Give you my heart】

Immediately, the floor below Su Qiao's comment rose.

[Fuck!God actually returned his heart!I hate it! 】

[Suddenly, I felt like the gods were familiar with my heart, and I shed tears of envy. 】

[Ah ah ah!I'm sour! 】

Su Qiao looked at all kinds of comments, and quickly looked up at Leng Feiran in shock, with a look of disapproval.

"Of course, you can't keep replying to me."

Leng Feiran seemed puzzled, and asked doubtfully, "Why?"

Su Qiao blinked and replied, "Because I can float."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Leng Feiran with crooked smiling eyes, with a silly and charming look on her face.

Leng Feiran whispered: "Then you can float as high as you want."

"As long as you comment, I will reply to you."

Leng Feiran said, gently touching Su Qiao's smiling eyes.

The slight itching caused Su Qiao to blink, and she said while blinking, "Then I'll just float around, hehe."

"However, I found that you like to touch my eyes. Did you wash your hands before touching my eyes?"

handwashing?

When Su Qiao's words sounded, Leng Feiran withdrew his hand hastily, and asked seriously, "Are my hands dirty?"

Su Qiao was about to shake her head, but she didn't know what to think of, so she nodded instead.

Leng Feiran's expression froze, then he walked out of the office and went to the public sink.

Su Qiao followed.

Leng Feiran turned on the faucet of the sink, and rinsed his slender hands in the slightly cool water.

His hands are like white jade that has been carved to the utmost extent, as if covered with a layer of delicate light, not stained with dust.

Seeing this, Su Qiao suddenly smiled and said, "Of course, shall I wash your hands for you?"

Leng Feiran was obviously stunned, his eye feathers began to tremble, and after a while he said in a low voice, "Okay."

Su Qiao quickly squeezed some hand sanitizer, rubbed her hands excitedly, and after rubbing out white bubbles, she put her hands on Leng Feiran's.

Even though the two held hands many times, Su Qiao still sighed aloud the moment she touched Leng Feiran's hand.

"Of course, your hands are so tender and smooth."

Hearing Su Qiao's words, Leng Feiran's expression was unclear, and his lips almost formed a line.

Su Qiao took Leng Feiran's hand and rubbed it immediately, unknowingly washing his hands completely red.

However, Leng Feiran kept silent and let Su Qiao move without complaining.

Su Qiao washed (played with) Leng Feiran's hands, and contentedly took toilet paper to wipe Leng Feiran's hands.

At this time, Leng Feiran suddenly said, "This is the second time someone washes my hands after I can remember."

Su Qiao paused when she wiped Leng Feiran's hands, and looked at him in surprise.

Leng Feiran said slowly: "The first time is also you."

Su Qiao was stunned.

Leng Feiran reminded her aloud: "When recording "Heartbeat Travel"."

When recording "Heart Travel"?
Why can't she remember it herself?

Su Qiao was still in a daze.

Leng Feiran seemed helpless, so he said it directly: "I was distracted while serving the porridge, and the porridge spilled on my hands, and then you use my hands to wash it."

Su Qiao returned to her senses with an "oh", recalled the important point, and said doubtfully, "However, before me, did no one really wash your hands?"

Leng Feiran was silent for a while, and said slowly: "My parents passed away very early, and then I stayed at my uncle's house, and then I met Shengli."

"So no one has washed my hands for as long as I can remember."

Long-term memories came flooding back, Leng Feiran's eyes suddenly understood a little, and her thin lips were tightly pursed.

He remembered it clearly.

When he washed his hands at his uncle's house for the first time, his cousin cried when he saw that his uncle was about to wash his hands.

At that time, the cousin deliberately hit him with a car toy.

He took a small bench and stood on it by himself, turned on the tap and washed his hands with difficulty.

At that time, he accidentally fell off the small bench, hit his head on the hard ground, directly scratched the skin, and bleed out bright red blood.

(End of this chapter)