Yang Haixia looked at the star fruit creek that stopped not far away, and was even more convinced in his heart that his feeling was right.

This daughter is hiding!

In the past, every time Cuijuan went up the mountain, she would tell him everything in the family, from the decision-making in the clan to the chickens, ducks, pigs and rabbits in the family, and of course, the children.

The habits of each child have been described by her in a specific and three-dimensional way.

However, since Taoxi went to Heming Mountain to find him and meet Black Dart and others, he felt that Cuijuan's description was biased.

Later, in the face of that kind of vicious criminal, she couldn't see the slightest panic in her eyes, and then the training in the mountains in the next few days made him sure that this daughter was definitely a good seedling to be a soldier!

"Dad. Carambola Creek keenly felt his brighter and brighter gaze, and his heart froze, countless countermeasures flashed in his mind, and finally quickly determined one, and immediately put on a wooden expression and shouted dryly.

"What's going on?" Yang Haixia snuffed out the cigarette in his hand and asked lightly.

"I don't know, maybe it's cold. Carambola Xi shook his head, his tone was equally indifferent, "After the military training of the first year of high school, it is often like this, I can't blow the wind and I can't stand the cold." ”

This is a fact.

On the first day of the first day of military training in high school, it had just rained, and she happened to be the second day of her aunt's visit.

After the military training, she noticed that something was wrong, sitting in the classroom during class, the window was open, and the wind blew in, she would have a stomachache, especially every time her aunt visited.

"After drinking the ginger soup, I'll go to rest and take you to the hospital tomorrow. Yang Haixia immediately frowned.

With such a physique, it is a big trouble to become a soldier.

No way!

While he's at home, he must heal her!

"It's useless to go to the hospital. Carambola Xi hurriedly shook her head, "Teacher Zhou from our school clinic is very powerful, she helped me see it, saying that it is inconvenient for me to get cold into the body, Western medicine is ineffective, and I can only warm up, and it is a waste of money to go to the hospital." ”

Her current body, as strong as a cow, is ready to be exposed.

"Money doesn't matter. Yang Haixia said, turned around and entered the door.

“……”

Carambola Creek glared at his back, moved her lips, and finally didn't scold.

No way, scold the goblin for being fine, scold him...... No amount of scum can change the fact that he is her father.

"Peach, drink ginger soup. Cheng Cuijuan came over with a bowl and met Yang Haixia head-on, she stopped and greeted with a smile.

"Let's go to the hospital tomorrow and bring more money. Yang Haixia also stopped and said to Cheng Cuijuan in a notice tone.

"Good. Cheng Cuijuan didn't ask anything, just nodded.

Regarding Yang Haixia's decision, she has always supported it regardless of the reason.

Carambola Creek lowered her eyes to hide the mockery, and walked over with a smile.

She was seen by Yang Haixia when she walked so fast just now, and now it's boring to jump on one leg, so she used skills to make people look less abrupt and make people feel that her foot injury was much better.

"Taotao, are your feet okay?" Cheng Cuijuan looked at her feet in surprise.

"It's much better, Grandpa Laoqiao's medicine really works. Carambola Creek looked up with a smile, "I just ran down in a hurry and found out, but it still hurts a little at this moment." ”

"Slow down, medicine can't be capricious. Cheng Cuijuan said, stuffed the ginger soup in her hand into Yang Haixia's hand, came over and held the star fruit stream, as soon as she approached, she opened her mouth again in surprise, "Huh, Taotao, where are you drilling? Why is there so much ash on your body?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and wiped it on Carambola Creek's face.

Carambola Creek looked over suspiciously.

Sure enough, Cheng Cuijuan's fingers were stained with a thin layer of plaster.