There was a knock on the door.

Yi Tiantian opened the door, but saw Yinuo standing at the door with a painting.

The little guy smiled brightly, "Tilt, this is the homework assigned by the teacher today, draw [my home], I painted it all night to finish, you see." ”

Holding the paper aloft in the air, "In addition to our family of three, there are generals, future sisters, and Senge brothers. ”

There is a big house and a few small houses in the painting, green lawn, garden, a family of three holding hands, a dog squatting with a ball in his mouth, Yi Future with long hair with bangs, Senge on the inch head, and Ah Jiu Zhanxiang.

The little guy draws very well and draws very well.

Yi Leaning half bent down and touched Yinuo's head, "It's really good to draw, it's already past ten o'clock, it's time to take a shower and go to bed." ”

Yinuo hugged Yi Tilt's hand and said with a smile, "Dad is not at home today, so he wants to sleep with Tilt." ”

"Good!" Yi Tilt took the little guy's hand and went to the children's room.

Passing through the hallway, I saw that the door of Mirai was still closed.

On the hill, a window on the first floor of a wooden house was still lit until the early hours of the morning.

Ye Yi once wore a cane and practiced walking repeatedly in the room.

After a few months of treatment and practice, the pace has become more and more stable, but there is still a certain distance from normal walking, so I can only practice more.

Although the poison started again, he couldn't let go of it in his heart.

The Helian family did not release the news of handling the aftermath for Ling Yuexin, obviously, this matter was done quietly.

As for the ashes, without a name, it is impossible to enter the family cemetery.

I just hope it doesn't happen casually.

Helian Ting didn't go back, and he had a fight with the baby?

I couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning, got up and stood in front of the window to look at the city lights in the distance, but saw that Ye Yizeng's room downstairs was lit.

I haven't slept so late, so I'm definitely practicing.

Lately, he has been practicing most of the time, and he seems to never get tired, and if he continues like this, his body will feel very tired, which will have a counterproductive effect on recovery.

Go downstairs and knock on the door.

The door opened, and Ye Yizeng, who was sweating profusely, did not rely on crutches.

Ah Poison said sincerely: "This matter is not urgent, you can practice during the day, and if you practice so late at night, your body will not be able to bear it, and it will not be good if it backfires." ”

"Thank you for your concern." Ye Yizeng's smile was always warm, "I'm going to sleep." ”

"After practicing for most of the night, you must be hungry, I'll help you cook some supper." Ah Poison asked with a smile, "Steamed eggs?" ”

"No, I can't sleep if I eat." Ye Yi once stared at Ah Poison's face, "How is the poison on your body?" ”

Ah Poison replied truthfully, "I feel that my body is not as heavy as before, my movements are much more flexible, and my spirit is much better." ”

"Very good." Ye Yi wiped the sweat on his face, "Rest early." ”

"Good night!" The Poison Gang closed the door.

When the door closed, the smile on Ye Yizeng's face was replaced by cold.

"By the way, Ting Ye didn't look very good when he came today, and he didn't go back at night, Xu had a conflict with the sixth young grandmother, you will be a lobbyist tomorrow."

The door opened again, and Ah Poison said: "I have cooperated with Liushao, he is very jealous, to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, it is better for me not to speak." ”

When Ye Yizeng raised his head, his face had returned to normal, and he said in a mocking tone, "You still care about my sister-in-law." ”

"We're friends." Poison smiled and closed the door again, "Good night." ”

The smile on Ye Yizeng's face disappeared again, and a blade-like cold glint burst out in his eyes.

The day you throw away your crutches is your time of death!

All those who have hurt him and his family, don't run away!

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Chapter 1209 The day you throw away your crutches is your time of death