"It's horrible." Yan Murong thought in his heart as he ran, and only then did he stop when he couldn't even hear the roar of the helicopter.

No wonder Zhang Tianao invited them to play, and they all had ghostly expressions on their faces.

Take this group of sons who have eaten and slept all day long, slept and eaten well as special forces to practice, and it is already good to be able to leave half a life.

Yan Murong had been abused enough by the old man for more than ten years ago, and now he said that he would not run to the army to be abused again.

But he was glad that his wit was able to come up with such a good excuse.

Yes, Teng Xiangling doesn't go home once in Hong Kong for most of the year, since he came to Suzhou and Hangzhou, he also has the responsibility to go to see his father. How can you say that you are the daughter of someone else, then he is his father-in-law.

When he went to see his father-in-law, his hands must not be empty, Yan Murong thought about it for a long time and didn't come up with what gift to buy to come to the door, and finally, he went directly into the Northern Roasted Wheat Restaurant and asked for two baskets of Roasted Wheat-now it was just time to eat supper.

Out of the Roasted Wheat Pavilion, Yan Murong was depressed, looking left and right—he was lost.

I ran too fast just now, and I didn't have time to see the road.

In the past, if you got lost, you had to find a police uncle, but now, if you are lost, as long as you have money in your pocket, you can find a taxi driver.

It was already past nine o'clock in the evening, and the meal had passed, and the taxi was not very difficult to get. Soon, Yan Murong stopped a taxi and reported the address of Teng Xiangling's house.

It didn't take ten minutes for the car to stop at the door of the Tengjia Medical Center, and after paying and getting out of the car, Yan Murong walked over and knocked on the door with a bag of roasted wheat.

"Who?" A man's voice came from inside, and then the door was opened, and a young man looked at Yan Murong and asked. "Who are you looking for?"

"Is Dr. Teng there?" Yan Murong was a little hesitant on the issue of this title, and called his name Teng Zhan? No, no respect for elders. Call Uncle Teng? You've got other people's daughters, and it's not appropriate to call them uncles. Called father-in-law? Well, this kind of title is still okay when there are only two people, and in the end, Yan Murong had to choose the most official title.

"Are you going to see a doctor?" The guy asked.

"No, I'm a friend of Teng Xiangling's daughter, and I happened to come to Suzhou and Hangzhou to do something, so I'll take a look for her by the way." Yan Murong explained.

"Miss Teng's friend?" The guy looked at Yan Murong suspiciously, and nodded. "Okay, then you can wait a minute, I'll go and inform the master."

"Thank you." Yan Murong nodded in thanks.

The guy trotted all the way and ran back again in less than two minutes. "I'm sorry, the master said that he slept and didn't see any guests."

"Sleeping?" Yan Murong looked puzzled. What's going on with this old man? Don't want to see yourself? It's strange, when did you mess with him? I haven't seen it in a long time.

"Yes, the master is asleep."

"No, it's only past nine o'clock." As he spoke, Yan Murong was about to go inside.

"Hey, what's the matter with you?" The guy was unhappy, and stopped in front of Yan Murong and said.

"You're lying."

"The master is really asleep, please go back." The guy said stubbornly, thinking, why doesn't this person have any brains, I don't know if the master doesn't want to see you?

"I'm in a hurry." Yan Murong said as he bypassed the guy and walked inside, but the guy was also stubborn, and he stopped Yan Murong with his hands outstretched, saying that he wouldn't let him in.

"I won't let me beat you again." Yan Murong said threateningly.

"If you have the ability, you will fight, and see who beats whom." The guy pulled his sleeves up, and two sturdy arms appeared in front of Yan Murong's eyes.

Yan Murong was angry, he was just talking, let him beat people here, he didn't dare.

So, Yan Murong rolled his eyes, took a step back, raised his head, and shouted at the top of his voice.

"Father-in-law, I'm Yan Murong, I've come to see you, let me in."

"Hey, hey, what are you shouting, are you looking for a fight?" The guy chased after him, stretched out his hand and wanted to cover Yan Murong's mouth, how could Yan Murong let him catch it, spread his legs and run, shouting while running, his voice was particularly loud in the quiet street.

As a result, there was a ridiculous scene at the entrance of the Tengjia Medical Center. A young man yelled at his father-in-law as he ran with a plastic bag in his hand, and a man dressed as a guy chased him and told him to shut up.

"Stop." At this moment, there was an angry shout at the door of the medical hall, and Teng Zhan, dressed in a white Tang suit, stood at the door, glaring angrily at the two.

"Master-master, this kid owes--owes." The guy said breathlessly.

"Alright, go back to the house and rest." Teng Zhan waved his hand and said.

"But, master—"

"You come in with me." Teng Zhan no longer bothered with his buddy, said to Yan Murong in a cold voice, and turned around and walked inside after speaking.

"Here we are." Yan Murong didn't care, he smiled at the angry guy, and followed with the bag-

Teng Zhan's room is very simple, except for the furniture that should be, there is no decoration, not even a TV.

At a small table in the center of the room, the two sat opposite each other.

"That, Yue-"

"Don't scream, I can't stand it, and it's not your father-in-law." Teng Zhan interrupted Yan Murong's words in a cold voice, and then grabbed a thread-bound book on the table and read it. Yan Murong glanced down, he was looking at "Jin Kui Yao".

"Hehe, Uncle Teng, come, let's eat some roasted wheat." Yan Murong put the bag containing the roasted wheat on the table, took out two pairs of disposable chopsticks from it, broke it, and polished off all the burrs on it before putting it in front of Teng Zhan. "Uncle, you may not have eaten this thing, this is a snack in the north, and most northerners should eat it early, but it is okay to eat it as a supper. This is called thin skin and big filling, and the taste is very good. ”

Teng Zhan didn't hear Yan Murong's words, he still looked down at the book, ignoring the fragrant roasted wheat.

What the hell is wrong with this old man? Yan Murong put his face on the cold buttocks, and he wondered in his heart, wasn't it good last time, why did it become like this this time?

"Uncle, reading at night is not good for your eyes." Yan Murong reminded in a low voice.

"Uncle, why don't you say something? ――It's okay to eat two siu mai. ”

"Uncle, why did you ask me to come in?"

Yan Murong muttered to himself for a long time, but Teng Zhan just didn't react at all, as if the things in the book were more attractive than the roasted wheat in front of him.

"Uncle, I was wrong." Yan Murong said depressedly. "Am I wrong?"

"Oh? Do you know it's wrong? Teng Zhan raised his head at this time, looked at Yan Murong and asked. Tell me, what's wrong? ”

"I-I don't know." Yan Murong was about to cry. "Uncle, how can I offend you, just say it, I can't change it?"