After Fu Ang signed the agreement, Liang Zhihuan felt relieved. When she came out of the bathroom, the big light in the room had been turned off. Only a dim yellow light near the bedside was on. Fu Ang leaned against the bedside and held a hand in his hand.
Read a book carefully.
Liang Zhihuan approached and sat down on the other side of the bed, glancing at Fu Ang from the corner of his eye.
Fu Ang felt the eyes of the people around him. He closed the book in his hand with a snap, stretched out his long hand and put the book on the bedside table. The eyes of the people around him suddenly became a little heavier.
Seeing the man approaching, Liang Zhihuan became wary, "What...are you doing?" Liang Zhihuan suddenly said, her eyes as wary as a deer's.
"What do you think I want to do?" Fu Ang answered.
Liang Zhihuan pursed her pink lips tightly, with a guarded look on her face. Her suspicions and guardings were intertwined in her heart, thinking that Fu Ang would not do anything to her due to his inconvenient legs, but...
It's not easy to guarantee this.
Seeing the little girl's thoughts, Fu Ang couldn't help but smile. He moved close to Liang Zhihuan's thin lips and trembled slightly, "It's getting late, let's go to sleep." After saying this, he gathered the quilt and lay down.
Seeing Fu Ang lying down and sleeping peacefully with his eyes closed, Liang Zhihuan breathed a sigh of relief.
After Fu Ang fell asleep, the huge new house fell into silence, and only the dim yellow light on the bedside was on.
Liang Zhihuan sat blankly for a long time. She turned to look at the person next to her and leaned closer to confirm that he was asleep. "I worry too much." She murmured softly. Fu Ang had problems with his legs and couldn't even walk.
, not to mention...
She must be worrying too much.
Liang Zhihuan looked at the time and got out of bed.
At this time, Fu's house had fallen into silence. Liang Zhihuan walked out of the house quietly. The corridor lights were on and the surroundings were quiet. She looked forward and walked further down their room. Turning right, there was the first door in the corridor.
A room is Fu Yunzhao's room
The door to Fu Yunzhao's room was closed tightly, and Liang Zhihuan looked at it for a while before moving his eyes away. The room next to Fu Yunzhao was not only his study room, but also the room where Liang Zhiyi took a nap and practiced piano in his spare time.
With a creak, the door was pushed open, and a dim yellow light flowed into the room through the crack in the door.
The furniture and things in the room are all arranged neatly, and it can be seen that the decoration is very neat and careful. The color tone of the whole room is what Liang Zhiyi likes.
Liang Zhihuan walked inside and saw the piano placed by the window. Her eyes trembled for a moment. She stretched out her hand to touch the piano. The piano was well cared for and there was not even a trace of dust. Someone must have wiped and cleaned it every day.
She stood still next to the piano, her eyes locked, her thoughts were pulled away, and all the past things in her mind came to mind bit by bit, tearing at her nerves.
She didn't know how long it took before she came back to her senses, slowly put away her reluctant gaze, and when she turned to look to the other side, her eyes suddenly changed to cold.
The desk and bookcases were neat and tidy, and there was a photo frame standing on the table. The two people in the photo were smiling happily. Liang Zhihuan pursed her pink lips and looked away. She looked through other things on the table, looking closely.
Locked, unwilling to leave any possibility behind.
only……
Just when Liang Zhihuan was watching with furrowed brows, suddenly! There was a sound at the door!
It was the sound of the door being pushed open!
Liang Zhihuan felt excited and quickly put the things in his hands back into the drawer.
The light near the door turned on, and the footsteps got closer and closer.