The hot atmosphere ignites at a glance.

Bo Jingshen couldn't help but deepen the kiss, and his hands holding his waist kept tightening.

Fu Chaochao was very nervous, his mind was blank, as if he couldn't even breathe, and his face was red.

The tip of the nose was full of the breath of thin depth of field. The cold pine and cypress fragrance suddenly became extremely strong, contaminating her body and invading... and it was about to cover her body with this smell.

Her hands couldn't help but hold on to his clothes. At this moment, it was not the terrible memory in her mind, but the panic.

I don’t want to accept anything, but I want to get something.

She didn't know what was wrong with her. This unprecedented change in her body also made her anxious and anxious, but her whole body was soft and she had no strength.

Bi Jianshen raised his head slightly, his breathing spilled on her face with itchy breathing, and said hoarsely: "Are you stupid?"

Fu Chaochao was in a daze for a while before he came to his senses. During this period, Bo Jingshen did not move at all, just hugging her quietly and staring at her.

Fu Chaochao said half a beat slow, "I'm scared."

The voice was spoken, both delicate and charming.

She immediately closed her mouth, embarrassed by the sound.

Bo Jingshen smiled a few times and coaxed her softly: "It sounds nice, I like to listen."

But Fu Chaochao shut up and refused to say a word, turning his head over.

Bo Jingshen said again: "Don't be afraid of me, I won't hurt you. If you don't want to, I won't do it."

But he still hugged her tightly, and Fu Chao lie on Thin Deep's chest with his head, and he could hear his powerful heartbeat.

Fu Chaochao felt a little hot, but she was very relieved. She didn't speak and closed her eyes slightly.

I don’t know how long it took, Bo Jingshen picked her up and took her to the bedroom.

Before leaving, he reached out and touched Fu Chaochao's face and said, "Good night."

After Bo Jingshen left and closed the door, Fu Chaochao opened his eyes and stared blankly at the lights emitting yellow light on the ceiling.

Only after her eyes were so dry that she could not bear it and there were black spots of light in her eyes that she diverted her gaze.

His heartbeats very quickly and his face is very hot. Fu Chaochao reached out and touched his face, and suddenly turned over and buried his head in the pillow.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

She! No! Want! Think again!

Horrible.

Vox spirit.

Stinky vixen.

Dog! Male! Human!

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The next day, Fu Chaochao went to the welfare home again.

Since the school became busy, I didn’t have much time to come to the welfare home, but Fu Chaochao still insisted on taking the time to come and became familiar with the children in the welfare home.

Even with the dean's acquiescence, she contacted the girl with autism, named Yuxi.

As long as she doesn't disturb what Youxi does, she can treat everyone as air and be in peace.

But what they need is to open her heart and work hard to integrate into the collective life, which will help her condition.

Fu Chaochao played with the children outside for an hour, and then played with You Qian.

After trying to communicate with You Qian before and was ignored, Fu Chaochao gave up on communication that he could not get a response, but instead tried to do something that You Qian was interested in.

Youxi likes to pile up blocks very much, so Fu Chaochao specially bought her a set of Lego block toys.

This toy is a bit difficult. Fu Chaochao played in front of You Qian for a long time and finally attracted her attention. The atmosphere of the two of them playing together was also very good.

Although this atmosphere was imagined by Fu Chaochao, You Qian ignored her at all.

Today, Fu Chaochao brought new toys, and this time it was no longer building blocks, but paintings.

She used oil paint sticks to draw flowers on the windowsill. She didn't need to draw a draft, but just started drawing them. The shape she drew was very cute, just like a q-version potted plant.

After finishing the drawing, she looked at Youqian, and was still concentrating on playing with the building blocks, turning a deaf ear to the surroundings.

It was almost time. Fu Chaochao came to You Qian with the oil paint stick and the painting, and whispered You Qian's name.

I called it several times, and it took a while before Youqian responded to her.

Fu Chaochao pointed to the painting and said what this was and what that was. He also carried the flowers on the windowsill down and compared them with the flowers in the painting.

You Qian looked at her quietly, without any expression in her eyes.

Fu Chaochao felt a little distressed when he looked at it.

After all, welfare homes are not professional medical institutions and cannot afford professional doctors. Many trainings for autistic children cannot be carried out.

There are only so many teachers, and I take care of several children alone. Those who are active and active are more likely to distract themselves. For example, Yu Qian, they are basically responsible for three meals and will not care.

This is not a solution.

The best time to learn language is only a few years. If you impatiently and meticulously teach this period, You Xi may not even be able to speak clearly in the future.

She walked out of the classroom with great thoughts and did not see Yuxi tilting her head at the oil painting stick, and became curious.

Bo Jingshen has come over and is playing with the children in the welfare home. He doesn't let Fu Chaochao take a taxi home and insists on picking her up and dropping her off.

Fu Chaochao didn't say anything about this, but he felt like he had eaten honey. He was very happy, but he couldn't show it on the surface.

"Fu Chaochao." Nie Xin appeared and called her.

"If you don't come here often in the future, don't come to the welfare home. You can transfer your kindness to me and I'll send it to the children for you."

Fu Chaochao frowned, "Why?"

"Because the children can't bear to leave you, they have an impression of you." Nie Xin said calmly, "This is not a good thing."

"The welfare home receives many guests every year. Some people play well with the children as soon as they come, and make many beautiful promises, which make the children look forward to it, but then those people did not show up.

Do you know what it feels like to give people hope but cannot be realized at all?" Nie Xin asked back.

Before Fu Chaochao could answer, she said, "It's very uncomfortable. I hope they can still maintain a little bit of childish innocence, rather than experience the cruelty of reality at a young age."

Fu Chaochao was stunned. She didn't expect that it would be the reason.

There were many people coming to visit, and there were many people who made them happy, but no one stopped in their memory.

It is said that time passes by. Did those children, looking at people who are kind to them, have they accepted the preparations that these people only appeared once and were buried in the depths of time?

A promise can make them worry about one day, one month, or even one year.

But the promise has basically not been fulfilled.

Fu Chaochao suddenly felt more distressed about these children.

Originally, growing up in a welfare dean, he was more sensitive than other children. How uncomfortable would it be to keep promises that he could not fulfill.

Nie Xin: "These children have asked me what you have come here every day recently, and they are also afraid that you will leave. If you can't keep in touch with them, don't come here. It's better to have a short pain than long pain."

Fu Chaochao shook his head, his voice firmly: "I will come here when I have time."
Chapter completed!