The first group of tasks has been cleared, and it has taken more than eight hours so far, and people who are in good health have basically digested the food in their stomachs for such a long time, and they urgently need to replenish their food. If you take the average daily water consumption of a normal person of four liters, after more than eight hours of energy conversion of body functions, you will have to urinate one anyway.

The Dance of the Nightingale has actually received two system warnings, and the state of urgency is even reflected in the physiological induction in the game, but he said to himself: "I'm not in a hurry, you ...... It's enough for you to be less verbose! ”

"Well, I'm in a bit of a hurry." Xiao Fan said, with a somewhat sneering expression.

A smug smile finally appeared on the Nightingale's face, and she teased, "It turns out that you are in a hurry to urinate." ”

"It's not...... Not exactly! Xiao Fan laughed as he spoke, in order to hide his embarrassment or for something else, he couldn't figure it out himself, "I'm in a hurry...... Can't hold it back! I'll fix it first. He went offline as he spoke.

The Dance of the Nightingale sneered, not knowing what to mock, and suddenly remembered that he was also in need of urine, so he went offline.

The sky was already bright, and the night of heavy snow had passed, and the outside of the house was white everywhere, and the world covered in silver makeup looked even more clear and crystalline.

The Dance of the Nightingale came out of the bathroom, opened the bedroom window, and the still fine snowflakes rushed into the room with the cold wind, and looked at it in a daze for a while, then closed the window lattice, went back to the kitchen to wash rice, cut up diced meat and vegetables, and planned to stew half of the bamboo basket gruel in a steam pot.

When she was fifteen years old, she had a serious illness, and respiratory problems caused strong stomach cramps, and then accumulated chronic gastritis, which will follow her for about the rest of her life. Whenever the chill hits in the autumn and winter, she will have a dull pain in her stomach.

She was born into a small merchant family, and by the time she reached adulthood, her family had plummeted, her father was gullible and his failed investment led to millions in debt. The Nightingale Dance had made a huge amount of money from the Demon Path, and she had enough money to pay off, so she bought this three-story single-story apartment in the suburbs.

Most of the debts come from relatives, and a small part comes from friends such as my father's peers, former colleagues, and old classmates. For this matter, in the past five years, I have basically cut off contact with my relatives, but the relatives and friends who rushed to the door to make noise are still in the house every now and then.

My mother died two years ago.

At that time, the Dance of the Nightingale was only twenty years old, and she was in her second year of college, and her stunning beauty was already extremely striking, and there were many chasers inside and outside the school, and without the support of her mother, her uncle and cousin were her mind.

The general meaning is nothing more than to explain her father, and the cliché that a girl should do well is not as good as marrying well. These relatives have abundant resources in their hands, and the information is smooth, although they are ordinary, they know not a few rich people, and there is no shortage of super-rich people with assets of more than one billion, which probably belongs to the category of them knowing each other, and the super-rich do not necessarily know them, but with this beautiful niece as a stepping stone, it is inconvenient to turn away any super-rich people.

At first, my father was a gesture of refusal, but as time progressed, more and more trivial words were brainwashed, and he gradually started his mind, feeling that this thing was quite operational.

If it is still a girl who is sensitive, the Dance of the Nightingale quickly noticed the change in her father's attitude, and she was always careful in her life.

After a dinner with relatives and friends, the father who returned to the rented house was already drunk, and there was a wonderful resource available to his daughter, and the father who fell on the sofa was excited and agitated, and he did not fall asleep because he was drunk at all, but he planned a blueprint for the future in a drunken mood, and looked forward to a wonderful second half of his life.

Of course, such a beautiful daughter can't just find a rich man and marry, but unfortunately the daughter has not received etiquette and etiquette education since she was a child, and it is difficult for her to grow into a qualified courtesan.

Otherwise, it's better to marry well than to play well, as long as you can play and know how to maneuver between a group of sons and brothers, why do you need to marry?

Isn't that self-defeating?

That's digging your own grave!

As soon as you enter a wealthy family, how many women who marry into a wealthy family have a good end?

The profit of packaging is always not as fast and stable as that of retail.

He thinks that this is really for his daughter, for the sake of her future, his daughter should become what he imagined, dancing with his sleeves, condensing snow on his wrists, feasting in the wine field, and a lot of rich people worship under their skirts, that is a gorgeous and wonderful life!

Then he was intoxicated to see that the wonderful figures dangling in the shower room were passing through the frosted glass, and there were bursts of fatal temptation.

Ghostly, he stumbled into the shower room, and opened the door from the outside with a swipe.

Under the vague consciousness, he gave himself a very full psychological construction, such a beautiful woman is about to become the plaything of other men, why can't he play with it first?

This is his own flesh and blood!

That's his power!

This is the last time Zheng Huajie will see his daughter.

That night, he was taken to the hospital by an emergency call from his daughter, the bridge of his nose was broken by a metal shower head, and his right eye was swollen a lot, but fortunately he did not hurt the retina and vitreous.

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After Xiao Fan washed up, he ran out to buy a bunch of meat and vegetable lettuce, and came back to borrow the hotel's kitchen to wash, peel and burn. This hotel is very small in scale, and the decoration is even more simple and rough, located within 300 meters of the aristocratic hospital where Zhang Feng lives, and stands next to the surrounding gorgeous buildings, which seems to be very out of place.

The shopkeeper of the hotel is a middle-aged couple, only a young girl is a waiter, it seems that the relatives and juniors of the couple are quite kind people, and they have no opinion on Xiao Fan borrowing the kitchen, Xiao Fan uses some ingredients to make dishes or something, and promises to pay some expenses, but they also refused.

The reason why I have to cook and make food myself is, of course, to give it to my mother to taste, but the taste is secondary, and the stomach is the key. After encountering the assassination, Xiao Fanke was completely careful, and he couldn't wait to be by his mother's side 24 hours a day to protect him, of course he was reprimanded. But Xiao Fan still clearly insisted that he must not be fed by the hospital cafeteria, and must eat the food he brought.

Regardless of whether this practice has any positive significance, only in this way can Xiao Fan feel at ease.

Delivering food with thermal insulation utensils, watching her mother eat a small half, and then asking her to eat more, then cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, put them back in the thermos bucket, and planned to take them away, in fact, Xiao Fan's stomach was still empty. As for the leftover food to be thrown away by his mother for another meal, he was not at ease, and he had to watch his mother eat.

The hospital is open three times a day for the patient's family members and friends to visit, respectively at 9 o'clock in the morning, 2 o'clock in the afternoon, and 8 o'clock in the evening, and the duration of the visit is only one and a half hours, after which the administrator comes to rush people.

Xiao Fan was struggling, and he had a nonsense chat with Xiao Liyun, but he was unwilling to leave.

It was Xiao Liyun who proposed to meet in the Demon Dao for a while, Xiao Fan said decisively: "I can't see it in the Demon Dao, I am in the heaven-level copy map, and it is estimated that I will not be able to come out in ten days and half a month." ”

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