An Ruonan sneered in her heart, of course she knew why her father wanted her to get close to Sun Zhixiong, if her father wanted to take another step, he had to have Sun Zhixiong's father help.

Although his father An Zhenhai is already the mayor of a prefecture-level city, the people that the Su family focuses on cultivating do not have her father's quota, and without the help of the Su family, An Zhenhai will no longer find a relationship by himself, maybe he will stay in the position of mayor for the rest of his life.

In fact, An Zhenhai really thinks so, the power of the Sun family is not smaller than that of the Su family, and the Su family is not one of those super families in the capital, and the objects of cultivation can only be those who have potential.

He became the mayor at the age of fifty, and he was almost fifty years old, if he didn't rely on external forces, maybe he would gradually fade out of the Su family's sight.

On the other hand, once he takes a step further with the help of the Sun family's strength, maybe Old Man Su will start to examine his potential again.

Although he knew his father's plans, An Ruonan didn't say anything, after all, his father's official resources kept the family prosperous.

However, despite Sun Zhixiong's handsome appearance, in An Ruonan's opinion, the other party is just a hypocrite. Saying that he is a donkey with a light appearance and an old coarse chaff inside is not wronged at all.

An Ruonan didn't say anything, but turned around and entered his grandfather's recuperation room, An Zhenhai opened his mouth to say something, but he still held back, he understood that his thoughts were really not good for his daughter.

An Zhenhai wanted to follow in, but his footsteps stopped at the door, but he didn't have the courage to face his father, who had been in a coma for three years.

It's not that An Zhenhai is unkind, it's because he can't convince himself of the current estrangement between father and son.

On the bed lay an old man of about sixty years of age, with his eyes closed and gray hair. The years are merciless, like a knife, carving sickness and old age on the old man's face.

Seeing An Ruonan come in, the nurse aunt who had been sitting at the head of the bed hurriedly stood up, said hello to An Ruonan, and withdrew.

Looking at the grandfather who was still in a coma, An Ruonan's eyes were red, it had been a few years, although she had not given up, but there was no way to cry to others about the pain, only in the dead of night, she would confide in her grandfather.

Taking out the Qingshen liquid that Zhou Chen sold her, An Ruonan was in a trance, although she knew that this liquid medicine should be a lie, but she just couldn't contain the excitement in her heart, it seemed that after taking this liquid, grandpa would really wake up.

When the quenching fluid, that is, the Qingshen liquid, was opened, An Ruonan immediately smelled an unprecedented fragrance, which made her feel a little relaxed and happy, and her tired body and mind were relieved.

An Ruonan lost his mind for a moment, and immediately called the nurse aunt to divide the quenching body fluid into two parts, one for feeding, and one for wiping grandpa's eyebrows and temples.

Looking at his daughter, who was a little self-deceived, An Zhenhai shook his head, but did not continue to speak. He wanted to wait for his daughter to use up the potion and talk to her about it.

He didn't believe that symptoms that could not be treated by many well-known hospitals could be cured by this black liquid.

However, when An Zhenhai questioned, he smelled a faint fragrance, which was very unusual, like a long drought and a rainstorm, which made him feel relaxed and happy.

What's going on? How can there be such a fragrant medicine? Could that black liquid really be a life-saving medicine?

An Zhenhai also felt a little incredible, and at the same time shocked, he became more interested in the liquid medicine that An Ruonan bought.

An Ruonan fed a bowl of medicine to his grandfather, and at the same time, the nurse aunt also used most of the other medicine.

At this time, An Lao's fingers on the bed suddenly moved, although they only moved slightly, but they were noticed by An Ruonan, who was sensitive and observant.

"Grandpa, I'm Ruonan, can you hear me?" Grandpa...... An Ruonan excitedly grabbed the old man's hand on the bed and kept calling.

The old man on the bed moved his hands, then his eyebrows twisted again, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Dazedly looked at An Ruonan, who was already happy with tears in his eyes, and was about to speak. An Ruonan threw himself into the old man's arms excitedly, crying: "Grandpa, you finally woke up, I ......."

......The old man on the bed had gradually woken up, and he felt a faint fresh gas slowly flowing through his body, making his spirit gradually recover.

"If the boy is a girl, grandpa has some stomach discomfort and wants to go to the toilet. As soon as the old man on the bed woke up, he had to struggle to sit up, but the numbness of long-term bed rest made him unable to sit up for a while.

But even the breath of fresh air was still repairing his limbs and nourishing his body.

"Master, slow down, I'll help you go to the toilet!" With the support of the nurse aunt, the first thing the old man who had been lying down for three years woke up was to go to the toilet.

An Zhenhai opened his mouth wide, looked at everything incredible in front of him, and even forgot to speak, could it be that the magic stick in Sun Zhixiong's mouth is really a master who is hidden in the world, hidden deeply?

......

Zhou Chen meditated for a night, and absorbed a lot of spiritual energy, transformed it into internal force, and stored it in the dantian.

Breaking through the second layer of gas refining is close to being late.

followed Li Shuang to have breakfast in a snack bar of the college, and the two came to the classroom.

Yesterday, the martial artist Sun Zhiping asked Zhou Chen to come to class, and it happened that there was a martial arts class this morning, so Zhou Chen came to the classroom.

Although he doesn't take that Sun Zhiping to heart, he doesn't like to be remembered.

As soon as the two of them walked into the classroom, countless pairs of eyes cast over them, some surprised, some novel, some contemptuous, and some disdain...... Li Shuang said hello to Zhou Chen and made it next to a slightly chubby girl, and then the two whispered and chatted hotly.

Zhou Chen smiled and sat down in a corner.

It didn't take long for Li Shuang's face to come over again.

"Zhou Chen, just now Wang Xiaohua told me that Pan Shaoqiang invited the genius student Wang Rulong to teach you a lesson, saying that he was going to break your leg in public, and asked you to kneel down in public to admit your mistakes. ”

"Oh?" Zhou Chen twisted his neck boringly and nodded indifferently.

"Brother, Wang Dalong is not Pan Shaoqiang's wine bag and rice bag, he is a genius student, a real martial arts master, and it is said that he was a Shaolin lay disciple before coming to school. He once beat a buddy who provoked him into an idiot with one punch, I heard that that buddy was a sixth-layer martial artist who was refining outside at that time, and he was actually abolished by Wang Rulong with a punch, after Master Jiang knew about it, he wanted to accept him as a disciple, but Wang Dalong was unwilling. Now that a year has passed, how terrifying do you say his strength is, at least he is also a master of internal refining, otherwise he would not have become a genius student. ”

Li Shuang told the wind he heard.

"Brother, I know that you are not what you used to be, your strength has increased greatly, but the other party is prepared, if you are not sure, it is still too late to run away. ”

"It's just a slightly more powerful piece of garbage, how do you think he's better than that Master Pan?" Zhou Chen snorted disdainfully and continued to lie on his desk and doze.