Fan Pimple felt a sour taste in his heart, and after realizing it, he understood the reason for He An'an's temper, pinched the microphone in his hand, and asked: "Then what do you say?" ”

Sun Cong'an: "What to do?" Coax! Dig out your heart and lungs to express your true feelings, how to listen to how to say, how to move people and how to nag, you really can't catch where to press, no matter if you talk or get started, anyway, you can express it directly with action. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Fan's pimple black pupils suddenly bloomed with dazzling light, opened his mind, untied the pimple, and silently pondered how to catch the grumpy baby daughter-in-law and coax this person well.

He thought about it, the corners of his mouth slowly raised a good-looking arc, and the previous gloomy mood was swept away, and he sincerely expressed his gratitude to Sun Cong'an: "Thank you, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have reacted yet." ”

Sun Cong'an sighed: "That's, don't look at who I am, I have read the little book for so many years?" ”

Fan Xuezhi smiled, chatted with Sun Cong'an for a few more words, hung up the phone, he stared at the microphone that had been placed, stunned. After a while, a touch of cunning flashed in his eyes, he reached out and picked up the microphone again, put it aside, turned his head and ran to Zhang Jing's bedroom.

Zhang Jing took the medicine and was a little sleepy, there were pain-relieving ingredients in the medicine, and she wanted to sleep after taking it.

He Anan helped her tuck the corners of the quilt, and sat down in front of the study table by herself to look through Fan Xuezhi's shelves full of books with a variety of categories.

In order to prevent Fan Xuezhi from reading small books and learning badly, Fan Xuezhi developed the habit of taking him to the bookstore to buy books when he had nothing to do, Fan Xuezhi himself was also used to flipping through books in his spare time, and after reading it, he didn't need to be mentioned, and he took the initiative to go to the bookstore to buy it again.

He An'an holds this book in his hand: the wisdom of a resourceful strategist. Roughly flipping through the two pages, pouting, heart, Fan Xuezhi, this bastard, if he has nothing to do, he will study these ways of being a person, and the art of calculating people's hearts, okay, the fat water did not flow into the fields of outsiders, and after learning it, all the brains were used on her, so he pondered and calculated her.

He Anan was scolding Fan Xuezhi in her heart, when there was a knock on the door of the room, she hurriedly agreed: "Wait a minute." ”

He An'an went over to open the door, and when he saw that it was Fan Xuezhi, he was stunned, and before he could speak, he listened to him and said, "I'm calling from An, let you go over and answer it." ”

When He Anan heard that Sun Cong'an had called, he hurriedly followed Fan Xuezhi to the living room.

He Anan ran to the front of the landline and raised the microphone: "Hey, Cong'an." ”

There was a busy sound coming from the microphone.

He Anan was stunned, and looked up at Fan Xuezhi: "It seems to have hung up, can you redial it back?" ”

Fan Xuezhi reached out and took the microphone and pressed it back to the landline, and said, "Huh? Hung up? That might be a wait, it's okay, he's looking for something for you, I know. ”

He Anan was curious and asked, "What are you looking for me?" ”

Fan Xuezhi hooked his fingers at her, with a mysterious expression.

He Anan was even more curious, and the first thought that flashed in his heart was that Tang Ming's heart matching matter had settled, and he hurriedly went over: "Say it quickly." ”

Fan Xuezhi approached and whispered: "He just said let us wait for the news, and asked me to take some mobile phones and wait for him to call." ”

He An'an's eyes lit up, and he asked, "Is there an eyebrow in Tang Ming's matching heart?" ”

Fan Xuezhi had a serious expression: "I don't know, he didn't say anything, just said let us wait for his news." ”

He Anan asked, "Do you have a mobile phone?" ”

Fan Xuezhi: "It's okay, I'll bring my grandfather's mobile phone!" But after a while, the call came, and you couldn't answer? What to do? ”

He Anan was just about to answer, but suddenly felt that something was not right, and asked: "It's past nine o'clock now, what time does he plan to call?" Tang Ming contacted him, why did he choose it in the middle of the night? ”

Fan Xuezhi said calmly: "Didn't you say that Tang Ming and his father went abroad, maybe there was a time difference." ”

"Oh." He An'an was worried about Tang Ming's affairs, and he didn't think much about it, and nodded: "That's okay, I'll go over to find you later." ”

Fan Xuezhi instructed her: "Don't tell Xiao Jing yet, she just finished taking medicine, shouldn't she go to sleep?" In case it wasn't good news, she would feel uncomfortable after hearing it. ”

He Anan nodded understandingly: "Okay, I know, I'll wait for her to fall asleep in a while, and then I'll go over to you." ”

Fan Xuezhi stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of the master bedroom again: "Don't alarm my grandparents, you don't have to worry about it." ”

He Anan nodded: "Understood." ”

Fan Xuezhi got up: "I'll go get my phone first, just come in directly when you come over in a while, and I'll leave the door for you." ”

He Anan followed and stood up: "Okay." ”

He Anan returned to the room, continued to read, and estimated that everyone in the family should have fallen asleep, so he came to the side of the bed and looked at Zhang Jing, who was snoring from sleep, tiptoed out of the door, and touched the guard's bedroom.

He Anan pressed on the doorknob, pushed it gently, and the door opened, she walked in and took the door with her backhand, paused, and only then did she get used to the dark light in the room a little bit.

Fan Xuezhi came over and stretched out his hand to support her.

He Anan let him sit on the edge of the bed together, and she asked, "Did you call?" ”

Fan Xuezhi picked up his mobile phone and glanced at it: "Not yet, maybe there is no news from that head yet." ”

He Anan nodded, and moved inside with his hand on the bed, making himself sit more comfortably.

Fan Xuezhi sat next to her, turned his head and asked, "Xiao Jing is asleep?" ”

The corners of He An'an's mouth overflowed with a smile: "It's all a little snort." ”

Fan Xuezhi was also happy: "It's still hello, don't slept and don't snort." ”

He Anan was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at him, and wanted to ask, how do you know if I can't beat Hu Lu? When the words came to my lips, I remembered that the two had slept in the same bed once.

Fan Xuezhi then continued: "The light is releasing earth-shaking thunder, fortunately, I don't have the habit of being sleepy." ”

"Nonsense!" He Anan glared at people by the moonlight outside the window: "I didn't fart!" ”

Fan Xuezhile: "Oh, that may have been put by me." ”

He Anan didn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

Fan Xuezhi stretched out his arm: "Lean on me, the wall is weirdly cold." ”

He Anan glanced at him, acquiesced, and sat up cooperatively, leaning on Fan Xuezhi's strong arms.

Fan Xuezhi put his arm around He An'an, put the hand on her shoulder, naturally touched her ear, and gently rubbed the soft earlobe.

Fan Xuezhi's voice was low and soft, and he asked, "Are you still angry with me?" ”

He Anan felt his calloused fingertips rubbing his ears, and a tingling feeling passed through his heart, and he snorted sullenly: "A little." ”

Fan Xuezhi approached her, and his warm breath rushed over: "It's because I went to the military inspection today that you are angry, right?" ”

He Anan pursed his lips and said nothing.