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Xu Xiaoyan's fever had all subsided the next morning. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Yesterday, Yang Jinchuan was ordered not to take half a step into Gongning Garden. Early this morning, he bought fruit and food, and came to visit him uninvited, as if I had no idea what had happened yesterday.

Feng Yifan took care of a patient last night and slept very late. At this time, I haven't slept enough in the morning, and I was woken up, and I was so angry that I could go to Jinggangshan to fight tigers.

Without waiting for Yang Jinchuan to explain his intentions, Feng Yifan almost opened it, and as soon as he saw his smiling spring breeze, he immediately threw the door shut.

Xu Xiaonan was brushing his teeth at this time, and when he heard the sound outside, he didn't have time to shave his beard, and his face was full of foam. Seeing Feng Yifan clasping his hands in front of his chest, he looked displeased, "What's wrong?" ā€

"There's a Yang Jinchuan outside, thinking about whether to let him in."

Xu Xiaonan finally had a fever, and he was full of energy at this time, and he was embarrassed to say that he specially called Yang Jinchuan over to discuss the secrets of the boudoir with him, so he could only stretch out his hand and coax the little girl to go to sleep in the bedroom, and leave the rest to him to deal with.

By the time Yang Jinchuan was really put in, it would have been twenty minutes later.

As soon as he entered the door, Brother Yang was complaining in various ways, first complaining that Xu Xiaonan was becoming more and more inhumane and inhumane, and then criticizing Feng Yifan for being so bold and fat, and now he dared to give him this master a closed door.

"Lao Xu, I said you have to take care of this matter, it doesn't matter! Look at what Feng Yifan has become now?! Besides, look at me, I'm so old, when did I suffer from this kind of wretchedness, no, you have to help me avenge. As soon as Yang Jinchuan's small mouth complained, he couldn't stop the car.

When Feng Yifan came out with a cup to pour water, he deliberately went around to the living room to get a new cup, and when the six eyes met, some people watched the play coldly, and some people said that people were caught talking badly, and now they are afraid of it.

Feng Yifan didn't speak, learning from Xu Xiaoyan's appearance on weekdays, and sneered in a decent way, "Yang Jinchuan, I can warn you now, if you dare to bring a bad god, next time you will become the second Li Yan." ā€

"Liyan?" Yang Jinchuan didn't know this person.

At this time, Xu Xiaonan, who is a close friend, must open his mouth to give guidance. "In the case of Boshi, the final mastermind Li Yan was strangled to death."

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Yang Jinchuan immediately shut up, made a shut up gesture towards Feng Yifan, and then sat on the sofa calmly, staring at the dark TV for a while, and only when Feng Yifan finally went back to the bedroom did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"You don't care?! Look at it, she is bullying me like this in front of you now, if you are not there one day, will I be killed by her! ā€

"Don't talk about people in the blue sky and day, don't mention ghosts in the dark and high wind." Xu Xiaonan endured the smile that was about to overflow his chest, and pretended to be light and gently rubbed his hair and went into the study.

Yang Jinchuan's crying not only did not get any support, but was ignored in various ways, not to mention how aggrieved he was at this time.

The two old men got together, according to the previous topic, it was nothing more than Yang Jinchuan saying in various ways, from the south to the north from the north to the south from the investment land, when it came to a certain female star in the recent gossip magazine, the real person is really ugly, and the people in the pictorial are like two people, and then, Yang Jinchuan will turn the topic around to the recent things, Xu's father explained.

Every time the topic is talked about, Xu Xiaonan always evades, and sometimes even pulls out the chair directly to reprimand him for not being nosy, and then turns around and leaves without looking back.

Xu Xiaonan is too resolute, too decisive, and too distressing.

How Yang Jinchuan wants to bring Xu Xiaonan closer to this encirclement full of love, so that he can also feel the warmth, at least not always alone, so lonely.

At this time, the conversation had not yet been paved to the content of Xu's father in the back, but Xu Xiaonan spoke first. He said, "You can go and deal with him." ā€

"What do you mean?"

"I will marry her and be my wife."

Yang Jinchuan stabilized his emotions, "Can I ask why her?" ā€

"She can give me something different. For example, to become more flesh and blood, that's exactly what he, you, you all want to see, isn't it? There is no reluctance, no compromise, and I enjoy this life. ā€

Yang Jinchuan took the teacup, "That topic is barely passed." I've been wanting to ask you since yesterday, how does it feel to be liberated for twenty-nine years? ā€

"I'm satisfied."

**

Feng Yifan slept until more than three o'clock in the afternoon.

No one came to wake you up during this period, let alone how enjoyable it was. When she finished washing up and was ready to push the door out, the cell phone on the bedside table screamed.

The little girl hurriedly ran over, looked at the name displayed on the screen, and couldn't help laughing: "Why did you suddenly know that you called me?" ā€

"I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, and I thought of you on the other side of the ocean. Forget this point, you shouldn't be busy. ā€

Feng Yifan glanced at the comfortable environment around him, but he still didn't break it, "Brother Agan, when are you coming back?" ā€

"I guess it's going to be half a month younger. Missed me? ā€

"Well, I think so. It's rare for me to have a brother and sister, but I didn't expect you to leave for more than a month. "Feng Yifan is coquettish.

"Then let's finish the work at hand as soon as possible, so that we can go back early. Actually, it's all my fault. Things on Fuyun's side are basically the same, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's all about me. Fu Qian stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the night outside the window, his eyebrows were full of tenderness.

The little girl hurriedly ran over, looked at the name displayed on the screen, and couldn't help laughing: "Why did you suddenly know that you called me?" ā€

"I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, and I thought of you on the other side of the ocean. Forget this point, you shouldn't be busy. ā€

Feng Yifan glanced at the comfortable environment around him, but he still didn't break it, "Brother Agan, when are you coming back?" ā€

"I guess it's going to be half a month younger. Missed me? ā€

"Well, I think so. It's rare for me to have a brother and sister, but I didn't expect you to leave for more than a month. "Feng Yifan is coquettish.

"Then let's finish the work at hand as soon as possible, so that we can go back early. Actually, it's all my fault. Things on Fuyun's side are basically the same, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's all about me. Fu Qian stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the night outside the window, his eyebrows were full of tenderness.

The little girl hurriedly ran over, looked at the name displayed on the screen, and couldn't help laughing: "Why did you suddenly know that you called me?" ā€

"I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, and I thought of you on the other side of the ocean. Forget this point, you shouldn't be busy. ā€

Feng Yifan glanced at the comfortable environment around him, but he still didn't break it, "Brother Agan, when are you coming back?" ā€

"I guess it's going to be half a month younger. Missed me? ā€

"Well, I think so. It's rare for me to have a brother and sister, but I didn't expect you to leave for more than a month. "Feng Yifan is coquettish.

"Then let's finish the work at hand as soon as possible, so that we can go back early. Actually, it's all my fault. Things on Fuyun's side are basically the same, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's all about me. Fu Qian stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the night outside the window, his eyebrows were full of tenderness. (To be continued.) )