Black Lotus Daughter She is Not Easy To Mess With

"Okay." Xie An heard a sigh of relief, "Uncle, what's wrong with your waist?"

Yang Weihua kept his hand on his waist, his expression unnatural: "I stretched it when I carried that kid downstairs in the morning, it's not in the way."

"Let the doctor take a look at it." Xie An frowned.

"It's all a small problem, I'm getting old." Yang Weihua patted Xie Gan's arm, "Unconsciously, you guys have grown so big, it feels trivial to hold one in one hand, and now you can't carry it anymore."

Xie An's eyebrows and eyes were quite gentle: "It's because we are heavy, my uncle is not old."

"I will make my uncle happy." Yang Weihua pretended to be angry, but he was actually very beautiful.

Xie An was only a few years older than Xie Feng. When he was a child, he would come to the Yang family with Xie Feng to stay for a few days, and their relationship was much closer than that of ordinary relatives.

"I don't think your face is very good. You've been tired recently. It's not good for you to come home and live there. You have to live outside by yourself. Do you have a meal at home or one less room for you?" Yang Weihua saw He lost a lot of weight, and he was very distressed.

Xie An smiled and said, "I've been busy lately, and I stayed up a lot late, but I'll be fine after a while."

"When things are over, take it easy. I think you should move home and live, and have something to do with Xiaofeng. It happens that your grandfather is also bored at home. You can still play chess with him from time to time."

Xie Wen touched his nose subconsciously: "I can't go down with my grandfather, I don't want to abuse."

Yang Weihua was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud after thinking of something.

Others don't know, how could he, the son, not know.

In the eyes of outsiders, Yang Qianshan is a great and talented painter, but when he returns home, he is a stinky chess basket that everyone fears.

It doesn't matter if the chess stinks, and he still loves to find someone to play chess, but he has to be a child's temper when he plays. He is an old child.

Because Xie An is good at chess, every time the Yang family is pulled to play chess together, because there is no trace of water, so he is only loved by Mr. Yang.

Xie Feng's tonsils were somewhat inflamed, so the high fever was easy to repeat, so he was left in the hospital.

When Shen Lingxi came to the hospital for a visit, this guy was playing games with his butt on his back.

"What's your shape, bulldozer?"

Shen Lingxi leaned against the door with a look of disgust.

The moment he saw him, Xie Feng's mouth was flat, like a human cub who had been wronged, and his eyes were a little red.

"You can come to see me." Xie Feng wailed, "I have suffered inhuman abuse and humiliation here."

Watching his tearful performance, Shen Lingxi couldn't help laughing out loud.

Xie Feng: "..."

It's all so miserable, still laughing?

Classmate love is gone?

It was also because his expression was too sad, Shen Lingxi changed his face in a second: "Why have you been abused?"

Xie Feng squinted slightly and gave a cold snort: "The needle I was hooked on went through the needle, and the blood flowed back halfway. I asked my brother to call the nurse to help me adjust it. Do you know what he said?"

In order to cooperate with his performance, Shen Lingxi pretended to be curious: What did he say? "

"What did he call it? If you change the potion in a while, you will lose your blood again." Xie Feng clutched his chest, "Did you hear what he said in human words?"

Shen Lingxi: "..."

It's kind of brutal.

Xie Feng sniffed: "I have thin blood vessels, and I ran for a few injections. He was tired of calling the nurses. He even said that I have a lot of flesh in my butt, so I just need to spank."