Chapter 720

Fu Zhiyan's temple jumped fiercely, his face turned black, "dusk night!"

What does it mean that men and women can't close their legs?

He's a little radish. Do you know the meaning of not closing his legs?

Feng Yaqin didn't give her son any face. She clapped her hands at her grandson's side. My good grandson is so smart! "

"It's true that women like your uncle's appearance. Your father... I thought he and Qin Fang were a couple. As for my good grandson, he's smart and cute. I'm sure everyone will like him in the future. "

man

Han Xiaoye know her situation, do not want to nod, "well, you go back first."

She glanced at Fu Xiao again, "uncle, please accompany Xia Xia. Mommy, we can have it here."

Feng Yaqin didn't know about Mo Xiaxia. Later, they said to go home. Don't forget to tell Fu Xiao, "you drive slowly at night, don't drive the car as a tank, pay attention to safety, and send Xia Xia home safely, do you know?"

In fact, what she wanted to say was to send Xia Xia home, and finally have a bit of promise, and try not to leave.

But in front of Mo Xia's face, she can't be so explicit. You can only use your eyes to suggest that Fu Xiao should be more aggressive.

Fu Xiao didn't know if he had received her hint. After a sound, he went to the front to help Mo Xiala open the door.

Mo Xia took a look at him, turned around, said good night to Feng Yaqin, and went out first. Fu Xiao followed and went out.

Han Xiaoye has been looking at them, especially want to go out to ask Fu Xiao, whether the situation of Mo Xia is better. But she was afraid that Feng Yaqin would see it, so she had to bear it.

"What are you looking at, girl Ono?"

"Ah?" Han Xiaoye came back and said, "nothing. Mom, let me peel the apple for you. "

"Good."

Fu Xiaomao has climbed to Feng Yaqin's side and started to play cartoons on the large LCD screen in the ward. He's tired of watching bear haunt recently, and he's crazy about Detective Conan. At home, Han Xiaoye doesn't allow him to watch this cartoon. Even if he watches it, he can only choose some episodes that don't kill people. But it's different here in Feng Yaqin. Feng Yaqin follows him in everything. He wants the stars in the sky to help him pick them, let alone watch a cartoon. So every time Fu Xiaomao came to the hospital, the first thing he did was to rely on his grandmother to see a detective.

The sound of the TV is not small, Fu Xiaomao is interested in watching it, and his eyes don't turn. From time to time with the next Feng Yaqin to discuss which is the murderer, why suspect that person is the murderer.

Han Xiaoye looks at him like that and wants to talk about him. Because of Feng Yaqin, it's hard to talk about him. Helpless can only endure, going to peel the apple.

man

The hot temperature from the palm of her hand seemed to burn her hand. Her heart beats fiercely, earn hand, "little uncle."

The voice of the little uncle cried out, but for Fu Zhiyan, who had been ignored by her for two days, it was very nice.

He knew what the hooligan called him to do, but he pretended to be a fool and answered calmly, but he didn't let go of his hand

Emma, what? Yeah!

Han Xiaoye is so awkward that he can't help reminding him, "hands."

"What happened to the hand?" Proud man calm atmosphere, Leng is to do a blind eye.

“……”

He did it on purpose!

Absolutely on purpose!

As long as it's not something, it's impossible not to know what she's talking about. And, just as she tried to pull out her hand, he obviously grasped it.

That means he knows what he's talking about!

Han Xiaogong missed a beat.

He knows what he's talking about, so why play dumb?

Her heart was in a mess, and she felt a little sweet, and at the same time she felt a little uncomfortable.

It seems that every time he finished training himself, he would pretend that nothing happened, but he would send a little sugar to coax himself, who had just been hit by a stick, to go up again.

This time, too, he taught her so hard, accused her of not loving children and told her to get out. What's the point of holding her hand now?

flower

What are you doing with yourself?

Anyway, he's getting more and more uncomfortable with her recently. He often has something to do with her. It's estimated that their seven-year itch is coming. Anyway, they can't bear it. It's better to get used to not liking him so much in advance.

But

She had made up her mind not to like him so much. Why did he come to tease herself?

He knows how much self-control it takes for her to treat him coldly and lightly, but every time she does it. When she falls short of success, he will start to dislike himself again.

Han Xiaoye really thinks it's too cruel.

Every time she was told by Fu Zhiyan, she felt very uncomfortable, and this time, too.

Sometimes when she lost her temper, she couldn't help thinking that she didn't like him at all! But there's no way to do it, there's no way to do it.

She just likes what he likes. She has liked it since she was 18 years old. Now, she likes it more and more.

I used to like young people, but now?

Now she's used to his presence and his company. He is used to the air, but he is his own air. What about her?

For Fu Zhiyan, she is just a wilful and mischievous tug of oil!

Han Xiaoye is wilting. The harder she feels, the more powerless she looks. She clenched her lower lip and suddenly took out her hand from the palm of the man's hand. Regardless of the red mark on the back of her hand, she sat down beside Feng Yaqin as if nothing had happened. She took out an apple and peeled it.

Feng Yaqin and Fu Xiaomao did not notice the episode between them. They were watching Conan attentively. They wanted to know immediately whether the killer was the one they had guessed.

Only Fu Zhiyan, her heart in the moment she forced to pull out the hand shrunk to the tip of a needle, sharp pain. Then close the thin lips, and hold back the storm of the fundus!

"Mom, kitten, have some fruit." Han Xiaoye pared a plate of apples and handed it to him.

Fu Xiaomao grabbed an apple and put it into his mouth. He jumped up and said, "grandma, I guessed right. The killer is him."

"How could it be him? It's impossible." Feng Yaqin guessed another one.

Fu Xiaomao complacent, "it's him, I saw it from the beginning, only maybe he is the killer."

He began by saying why.