Ji Xiaofan recognized him.

He was a friend of Han Jingshen, and he could be called a left and right protector at that time.

I don't remember the specific name, but I remember that the nickname is four-eyed, highly myopia.

After listening to the words of the four eyes, a pillow flew out of the bedroom.

"I'll pick up your mother, get out, don't make me sleep!"

The pillow flew from the second floor, turned a few times, and fell at Ji Xiaofan's feet.

Ji Xiaofan couldn't help the beating of the corners of his eyes and looked at Han Boyuan with a black face on the side.

Han Boyuan strode towards the stairs on the second floor, Ji Xiaofan saw this situation, could it be that Han Jingshen was going to be beaten again?

Last night, Ji Xiaofan thought about countless scenes of meeting Han Jingshen, and there were all kinds of things.

But none of them greeted them for the first time in their lives in the way that Han Jingshen was beaten.

Thinking so, Ji Xiaofan followed Han Bo far away.

After trotting to catch up with Han Boyuan, Ji Xiaofan pulled Han Boyuan's clothes.

"Uncle Han, where do I live?"

Han Boyuan turned his head to look at Ji Xiaofan, and the anger that was blowing out in his heart was bursting out, and he couldn't hold back at this time.

For Xiaofan's sake, you are lucky today!

Ji Xiaofan looked at Han Boyuan and became less angry, knowing that half of his anger had disappeared.

Han Boyuan led Ji Xiaofan upstairs and pointed to the room inside, next to Han Jingshen's room.

"In the future, you will live in this room, everything is cleaned up, your Aunt Deng has prepared everything for you, you just have to live at home, and tell your uncle and Aunt Deng what you lack."

Han Boyuan was talking to Ji Xiaofan as he walked, and he didn't look at Han Jingshen's room with anger.

I was afraid that one of them couldn't help it, so I rushed in and beat him up in front of Xiao Fan.

Han Boyuan didn't look at it, but Ji Xiaofan couldn't help but not look at it.

She couldn't remember what Han Jingshen looked like now, but she remembered that when they met for the first time in the previous life, he cut a board on his head, just like a juvenile delinquent who had just come out of the juvenile correctional center, and looked at her very unkindly.

After that, Ji Xiaofan didn't remember a little.

After all, her eyes were attracted by Han Wenyuan at that time.

Ji Xiaofan wanted to see at this time, is Han Jingshen still the same as she remembered?

So flamboyant, and unscrupulous.

Ji Xiaofan saw that there was a bunk on the ground in the house, and he was asleep.

Ji Xiaofan's gaze jumped over the person on the ground and fell on the person on the bed.

His head was buried under the pillow, and a black-gray blanket covered his waist and abdomen. The blanket now hung down to the ground, leaking out his slender legs, and at this time, in his washed white jeans, he was motionless and completely asleep.

Goodbye in the next life, Ji Xiaofan looked at him as such a young man, with the same wide shoulders, narrow waist, long legs and hips, but it was a different feeling.

His skin, at this time, carried the fairness of a young man, not the wheat color of later generations, and showed strength everywhere.

is a little thin, unlike when he held her later, the muscles all over his body were full of pimples, like iron, which made people bite and couldn't push away.

Ji Xiaofan stopped at the door of Han Jingshen's bedroom when she didn't even notice it.

When Siyan came out of the bathroom, he walked to Han Boyuan in a daze, and after getting closer, he saw that it was Han Boyuan, and after getting closer, he gasped in surprise, his shoulders collapsed instantly, and he obediently shouted Uncle Han, and went back to the room slowly.

When he saw Ji Xiaofan at the door, he was stunned again, and then ran in with a swish, kicked the person on the floor, and then slapped Han Jingshen's buttocks:

"Brother Shen, don't sleep, your daughter-in-law is here!"

ps: I've been swiping a copy of the hospital for three days, it's not me, it's my boy.

I wondered how I had created such a son, and for three days in a row, I was sent to school, and half an hour later the teacher asked me to pick him up, saying that my stomach hurt. I took it for a check-up, and the doctor said it was fine, there was nothing wrong with it, and I was alive and kicking around in the hospital, so the day passed.

The next day, he did the same, and I took him to see a Chinese medicine doctor again, and it was also a variety of examinations, and then the Chinese medicine could not give a reason, and then prescribed some medicine, which was adjusted.

And then today, when the teacher's phone called, I said euphemistically, the child will be fine for a while, there is nothing wrong, the teacher said to me righteously: How much can it cost to take the child to check? Your child's health is more important than anything else!

What can I say? I'm my own mother, what can I say?

So, today is another day hospital,

I'm thinking, tomorrow he'll give me another play, do I fight or not?

I continued to write, and there is one more change, the ...... of iniquity