The Tip of the Gangster’s Heart

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at last,

His eyes were slightly red, and he lowered his eyes,

Do...or,

The next time she comes,

He apologized.

Then give her his favorite clay sculpture.

She...she will forgive him, right?

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Fusheng was carefully cared for by the conservation elves for a whole month.

until a month later,

Her hands were scabbed, and the elf reluctantly let her out to play.

Fusheng stayed in the house for a month and had already learned a lot of words.

Now,

She can almost speak some everyday language.

Although some pronunciation is still unclear,

But it can't stop the soft and cute voice of her little milk.

Yi Ni seems to like listening to her little milk voice, always pestering her to talk,

I also wove all kinds of beautiful garlands for her, and I was so enthusiastic.

Fusheng was forced to wear a garland every day and was dressed up like a doll.

When finally released,

She sat quietly under the tree and watched everyone play hide-and-seek.

She is small and shaky when she walks,

So everyone didn't dare to play with her,

Fusheng didn't make trouble, just sat obediently by himself, and got up from time to time to walk by himself.

She didn't bother Michael anymore,

Bored, he walked quietly to the other side away from the corner, squatted down slowly,

There are many flowers in the meadow,

The small ones are very beautiful.

Fusheng squatted down, picked the flowers slowly, and prepared to weave a small wreath by herself.

Children have nothing to do,

She can only entertain herself.

Fusheng sighed like an old aunt.

The wreath weaving technique is actually not difficult, and Yi Ni often does it in front of her,

So Fusheng easily followed her technique and started doing it in a decent manner.

The only downside is that her hands are still too small and short to hold the stalks, and the wreath keeps falling apart.

Fu Sheng was not upset, she was doing it quietly,

Squatting down with a small body, the whole person is as soft as a glutinous rice dumpling.

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far away,

in the corner.

Michael carefully placed all his favorite clay sculptures by the side. They were neatly arranged and looked extremely pleasing to the eye.

He seemed a little nervous, his icy blue pupils unconsciously looked at the empty space beside him,

The delicate and fair little face tried hard to appear softer,

The eyelashes are curved, and the tender and bright red lips seem a little soft,

There was a bit of unease in the small, childish voice,

"I'm... sorry, Cecia."

"I... I didn't mean to push you."

"I...I'll give you all these, don't...don't be angry, okay?"

Michael has organized words countless times in his mind,

In the end, when I said it, I was still stuttering, with a bit of nervousness and anxiety.

After repeating several times,

The young boy lowered his soft eyelashes slightly, his beautiful and flawless side face was still tense unconsciously,

A trace of bewilderment and bewilderment flashed across the blue eyes,

if……

What if she is still angry?

The little boy unconsciously looked at the fence that was still stained with blood.

He pursed his lips lightly, staring at his hands in a daze,

meeting……

Will it hurt?

because of him,

She was injured.

Mikael's ice-blue pure pupils seem to have dimmed a bit,

Staring quietly, silent without words.

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