Chapter 156: Dream Invitation (1)

Fan Zhuang was fine, and Fan's mother hurriedly urged Fan Yingying to go downstairs: "Oops! Your brother is fine this time, what should I do if the ambulance center arrives after a while? ā€

Fan Yingying remembered this incident at this time, and hurriedly turned around and ran downstairs, and as soon as she ran to the third floor, she bumped into Han Sicheng and Zou Yu. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

"You're coming up?"

"Where are you going?"

Fan Yingying and Han Sicheng asked at the same time.

"The ambulance was sent and we were back." Zou Yu interjected from behind Han Sicheng.

"Gone?" Fan Yingying was surprised.

Han Sicheng pulled her upstairs: "Explain to them, it's okay to pay the money." ā€

Fan Yingying breathed a sigh of relief, and didn't notice that she and Han Sicheng held hands all the way into the house.

When Mama Fan greeted her, she glanced at her and Han Sicheng meaningfully, and the smile on her face deepened a little: "Have you explained it clearly to others?" ā€

Fan Yingying walked to the living room: "I greeted them when I got to the third floor, and they were all settled." ā€

Fan's mother was quite satisfied: "That's good, your brother really scared me to death just now." ā€

Fan's mother had breakfast before, but now it is hot again, and everyone is eating at a table lively.

During the meal, Fan's mother gave Han Sicheng and them an egg for a while, and when she handed it to the seventeenth bowl of the sword, she asked, "I really didn't expect you to understand these things at such a young age." ā€

Jian Seventeen listened to his words on weekdays, and when he heard Fan's mother ask, he replied habitually and concisely: "Well, I learned a little from the master." ā€

"Or is it an art that I learned from a teacher?" Fan's mother was quite curious to hear it, in fact, like when they were children, they had heard this kind of thing mentioned by adults, but the opportunity to really witness it with their own eyes was really rare.

Fan Zhuang suddenly made a mistake, she didn't think about it at all, and what was rolling around in her mind was the acute problem of cerebral congestion and myocardial infarction.

Jian Seventeen nodded, holding a big steamed bun with white flowers, and stuffed one of the five directly into his mouth, he was really a little hungry.

Fan's mother's steamed steamed buns are delicious and sweet, it is estimated that there is a lot of sugar, and the top of the round rumbling is also steamed.

Fan's mother likes Jian Seventeen very much, not to mention his good-looking appearance, his personality is still very real, the child doesn't talk much and just does the facts, or he says that he doesn't need to inquire carefully, just pick up his friends around him to find out, and you can see his personality clearly.

Jian Seventeen, this kid is good, Zou Yu, this girl has no heart, straight to the point, it's not bad, what his own children are like, he knows best in his heart, Han Sicheng stays with them, and he can't be wrong.

Fan's mother's concerns about Han Sicheng's family superiority began to dissipate little by little, and she treated several children as her own, with special care and sincerity.

After that day, Han Sicheng and others ate at Fan Yingying's house three times a day, Fan Male couldn't close her mouth, happy that the house was lively, and she made food for them every day.

During the day, except for meal time, Han Sicheng and Jian Seventeen would secretly take Huang Xiaxia out to check if there were any suspicious people and things, and at night the group returned to the hotel to summarize what they had seen during the day.

Fan Yingying has never had the opportunity to participate in it, she has to stay at home to help take care of Fan's father and Fan Zhuang during the day, Fan's mother has taken leave in the unit, lives at home, and goes to the supermarket to buy discounted goods during the day.

When it was night, Fan Yingying couldn't help but think about what special discoveries Han Sicheng and Jian Seventeen had made while lying on the bed, and she was curious, but she didn't have the opportunity to make a phone call or anything.

Fan's mother has a nervous breakdown and feels light, as long as she is woken up, it is even more difficult to fall asleep than to climb to the sky.

Fan Yingying didn't dare to toss blindly, for fear of arguing with Fan's mother.

Lying on the bed tossing and turning for a while, I don't know when, Fan Yingying's consciousness was a little drowsy, and she heard someone call her when she seemed to be asleep.

She wanted to open her eyes to see, but her eyelids were very heavy, so she heard Han Sicheng's voice in her ears: "Yingying, it's me, you should be able to hear me, right?" ā€

Fan Yingying wanted to answer, but found that she couldn't move, and she was anxious, but she didn't have the slightest solution.

"Yingying, I found you with my Divine Sense now, if you hear my voice, you can manipulate your Divine Consciousness out of your body like we did when we cultivated before."

Fan Yingying did as she was told, and her divine consciousness left her body very easily, and she didn't even need to wander around the jade pendant first like before.

After her consciousness left her body, she soon saw Han Sicheng who was standing in front of the bed looking at her.

Fan Yingying was pleasantly surprised: "Why did you think of coming to me?" ā€

Han Sicheng pulled her out of the door, and before going to bed, the door of the bedroom was casually closed by Fan's mother, although she knew that she was no different from a ghost at the moment, but when she really walked out of the door, she still subconsciously closed her eyes.

Han Sicheng took her to the living room, and the two sat next to each other.

"Why did you think of looking for me? Did you find anything during the day? ā€

Han Sicheng nodded: "We accidentally mentioned the news during the day, and Yu Jianghe stayed in J City for a few days before. ā€

"Where did you get the news?" Fan Yingying was very curious that Yu Jianghe's nest was destroyed by Li An using her and Mrs. Li in the first place, and Li An also took Liu Qujing's urn mound before leaving, how could Yu Jianghe let him go.

Fan Yingying told Han Sicheng about this matter, and Han Sicheng nodded: "I'm afraid that the Li An you said appeared in J City before." ā€

Fan Yingying was surprised when she heard this: "Ang Li is here?" What is he doing here? ā€

"I don't know, but I don't think it's been a few days." After Han Sicheng finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at the direction of the small bedroom, Fan's father loved to snore when he slept, and he breathed in and out, which was particularly regular.

Fan Yingying and Fan's mother slept with the door closed all the time, Fan Zhuang felt dead and fell asleep, even if it was thundering and raining, he didn't want to wake him up.

Han Sicheng said with a smile: "Your father's snoring is really funny, and he has a rhythm." ā€

Fan Yingying also smiled: "I didn't do this when I was young, and then I don't know when I developed the habit, and I slowly started snoring." Don't you see me and my mom sleeping with the door closed? My mother feels light, and I also inherit her a little bit, and I'm afraid of noise. ā€

"I never snore when I sleep." Han Sicheng took it and said it quite seriously.

Fan Yingying couldn't take it anymore and glared at him.

Han Sicheng smiled: "I'll tease you." ā€

Fan Yingying asked him, "What is the matter with you coming to me?" ā€

She didn't believe that Han Sicheng came over in the middle of the night, just to discuss the shortcomings of these parents with her.

"We plan to go back to the provincial capital tomorrow, but I'm afraid that you won't be able to explain it, so we plan to leave the day after tomorrow, and you and your family will have a good day tomorrow." (To be continued.) )