Back to the 80s to Raise a Wolfy Boyfriend

An Mingji walked quickly in front of An Feng, squatted down and held her hands on her knees.

"You scared me to death!"

An Feng's face was pale, and his body became thinner and weaker, no longer as tough as before.

She shook An Mingji's hand back, raised her head, and looked at Gu Jin who walked in.

"Girl Jin is here too."

Gu Jin nodded to An Feng, looked her up and down with his eyes, and found that her body was not completely entangled by death energy.

Seeing that An Feng was fine for the time being, she breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of her heart.

On the way here, Xiao An remained silent, the darkness around her and the appearance of about to cry made her feel bad.

She was worried that what happened to An Feng would make Xiao An feel so sad.

An Feng waved to Gu Jin: "Girl Jin, come here."

Gu Jin walked towards her with a gentle smile on his face: "As long as you are fine."

After she approached, An Feng held her hand, with worry on her haggard face: "I can survive for a while, but I just can't let you two children go."

She held An Mingji's hand, put it together with Gu Jin's, and asked, "I heard that you two had a fight this morning?"

"..." Gu Jin.

"..." An Mingji.

The two turned their heads at the same time, looking at Allen standing in the hall.

The other party didn't dare to look at them, and kept staring at the potted plant not far away, as if there was a flower on it.

That seriousness is really bluffing.

If it wasn't for his stiff expression, I really thought he was attracted by potted plants.

This is clearly a sign of guilt.

An Mingji pressed on Gu Jin's hand, and lightly hooked the back of her hand with his fingers, and Gu Jin came back to his senses.

The two looked at each other, and there was a tacit understanding in each other's eyes.

An Mingji's displeased face turned gentle. Looking at An Feng who was sitting in the wheelchair, there was a soft smile on his lips, "How could it be, auntie, I didn't quarrel with Sister Ajin."

An Feng has lived her whole life, how could she not notice the interaction between two young people whose combined age is not as old as hers.

There was a kind smile on her face, and she looked at Gu Jin with her eyes: "Is there really no quarrel?"

Gu Jin shook his head at her: "No, Xiaoan and I won't quarrel."

Today they can only be called the Cold War.

As for the quarrel, Gu Jin felt that she couldn't imagine the two of them quarreling.

Her beautiful eyes were full of sincerity, and there was a bit of helplessness in her eyes.

She just had a cold war with An Mingji, and An Feng got the news, and even called them over in this way.

"Auntie, don't listen to the people below gossiping, it's impossible for me and Sister Ajin to quarrel."

An Mingji patted An Feng's hand lightly with his other free hand, with a soft smile in his eyes.

An Feng sighed worriedly: "It's fine if you don't make any noise. I can't last long with this old bone. If you really go, you will be the most worried person. You have suffered too much, you child, and you hold everything in your heart Not to mention, it really hurts."

Hearing what she said, An Mingji felt a little sad.

He also knew that his aunt's body was going to defeat, and she couldn't hold on for long.

During this year of getting along, this old man taught him a lot of things, and also taught him many methods that he had never been exposed to before.

Although the time they spent together was short, his affection for An Feng was a blood kinship that spread from his blood and bone marrow.

In particular, her appearance is so similar to that of her deceased grandma.

Sensing the sadness and distress on the young man, An Feng raised his hand to stroke his black hair.

She turned to look at Gu Jin, with a weak smile on her face, looking down at the jade ring on her index finger, a dark light flashed in her wise eyes.