Chapter 1322

When the needle goes down, Feng Yuanman bites her lower lip. It doesn't mean how painful it is, but the time the needle stays in the meat makes her panic, and even her heart shrinks.

Will drop to the appropriate speed, "family watch point, almost no ring, we come to change."

Song Yang quickly thanks, "please."

Feng Yuanman was stiff, lying on the bed, not daring to move.

Her eyes were full of fear, and she looked at the ceiling. Her little mouth was red and swollen, just like the way she was when she was pouting.

Song Yang saw it and couldn't help laughing. "Why do you lie like a corpse? Don't be so nervous. I'll be right next to you He moved the chair to Feng's bedside and found her hands a little cold. "Why are your hands so cold?"

Sure enough, the feeling of being stabbed by a needle is the most terrible. Even if the male god takes the initiative to hold his hand, he can't feel palpitations.

She put out her little pink tongue and licked her dry lips.

"I'm afraid."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid that half of the needle in the meat will go through the blood vessels and run to other places. What should I do?"

Song Yang couldn't help laughing, "your imagination is rich enough."

So heartless, in exchange for a little girl's death, "I'm so scared, how can you laugh out?"

He coughed twice, trying to make his face more serious.

"No, I don't laugh."

"What's the matter with your upturned mouth?"

"Do you have one?"

Feng Zhongyuan took two deep breaths and looked sideways at Song Yang, "Song Yang."

Hearing her calling her name, Song Yang thought how could it be so hard? "What should we call our friends, men and women?"

"Yang Yang?" Her soft voice together, Song Yang himself all hit a cold shiver.

"I'm not a woman. I'm too angry."

"That song?"

"You'd better call my name!"

Feng Huan yuan thought about it and held his big hand with the other hand he dared to move. "I'll call you Xiao Yangzi."

"Isn't that the eunuch's name?"

"Nonsense, there's a saying. If you treat your woman as a palace maid, you're a eunuch. If you treat your woman as a queen, you're the emperor."

"The emperor? Which dynasty's emperor is Xiao Yangzi

"There is no Xiao Yangzi, but there is one called Xiao xuanzi."

Song Yang remembers that the emperor named Xiao xuanzi was in the story of Lu Ding.

"Little Yoko, very kind."

"Don't call me little Yoko."

"Oh, little Yoko, I'm sleepy and want to sleep." As soon as the little boy called for the exit, Feng Zhongyuan didn't plan to take it back.

Song Yang shakes his head and laughs, whatever his little girlfriend says.

"Then I'll call you aman?"

Feng Zhongyuan didn't hold back and shivered. "Call me perfect!" What the hell is aman?

"Go to sleep, aman. I'll watch over you." He deliberately learned her ignoring method, touched her forehead, it was no longer hot, he was also relieved.

Maybe I don't have a fever very often. I'm so sick that I can't sleep for a while.

Song Yang holds her soft hand with one hand, and plays Xiaole with the other.

When fifth Nian returned to the military compound today, he met Jin Guo'er and came back from outside alone. Fifth Nian lowered the window and called her, "Guo'er?"

Seeing the fifth thought, the depressed expression on Jin Guo'er's face was swept away, "read!"

Fifth Nian is very fond of Jin Guo'er, "where are you going?"

"Looking for a job."

"I'll just take you back to Han's house."

"No, not a few steps."

"It's OK. We can have a chat, too."

In the face of the fifth Nian's gracious invitation, Jin Guo'er doesn't show any affectation. She opens the door and gets on the bus.

"How's your job search going?"

Gold fruit son sighed tone, cut the broken hair beside the ear, "my ability is not bad, how to find a job so difficult?"

"Good things are hard to do. Don't be afraid. Take your time. If you need any help from me, you can tell me

"Thank you." Don't know what to think of, golden fruit immediately excited to look at the fifth read, "or you give me a job?"

When it comes to introducing a job, the fifth one is stunned. In two days, Ling Yaner and Feng Guanyuan will ask for leave. The reason is that no one will receive them. "Well, if you don't find a stable and suitable job, you can go to my store to help, and the salary won't hurt you."

"Do you have food and shelter?" That's her main concern.

The fifth read to understand that she must be living in the Han family is not very comfortable, will be so anxious to find a job to move out. "Han Zhihan has embarrassed you?""That's not true. Except for his cold face every day, everyone in the Han family is very kind to me. Grandfather Han also likes me. You know, without Han Xiaoyuan, I have nothing to do with the Han family. They always think that they owe me a debt. But for such a long time, it's all over. "

Jin Guo'er is not unreasonable. Some compensation should be enough. After all, she has nothing to do with the Han family.

"No problem, food and shelter." At that time, when my uncle built it, he took into account all kinds of possibilities, including offices, reception rooms, storage rooms, basements and staff dormitories. There was a room for two people, and seven or eight dormitories were idle, so it was just like jinguoer.

"Boss, can I go to work tomorrow?" When jinguo'er is excited, her eyes are bright.

"Why don't you ask me what kind of work it is?"

"I can do whatever it is?" Jin Guo'er patted her chest and assured her, "no matter what the job is, I can do it."

Fifth Nian wanted to explain, but seeing her nature is so high, she suddenly has a bad heart. Maybe tomorrow's expression will be more wonderful.

"Well, I'll pick you up tomorrow morning and get familiar with the working environment first."

"Niannian, you are really my lucky star." Although she left home, left Yang Shuo, and came to a strange environment, she has always been an immortal Xiaoqiang.

Fifth Nian put her down in the Han family. "I'll pick you up at nine tomorrow morning. I'll have a good sleep tonight."

Jinguo'er nodded busily, "goodbye, boss."

The door opened and made a harsh sound, which startled Jin Guo'er. Han Zhi, with a cold face, came out with two hands. "Now that he's back, what are you doing at the gate?"

Jin Guo'er, who is used to his cold face, waves to the fifth Nian again. He helps Han's mother pick vegetables in the kitchen and peeks at Han Zhihan sitting on the sofa watching TV.

Although it's still the same as before, it's cold and cool. Even if I'm watching the sketch at the moment, it's still that expressionless look. It's really scary.

Han's mother really likes Jin Guo'er. She's not as powerful as the younger generation of other families. She's also a real person. The old man is very happy these days. The atmosphere at home is not as tense as before. She is really optimistic that Guo'er and her son can achieve the right result.

"Well, don't be busy. You've been looking for a day's work, and you're very tired. Go up and take a bath, and you can have dinner in a moment."

"Good."

Jin Guo'er's room now belongs to Han Xiaoyuan. She is surprised that she can successfully live in this room, and Han Zhihan hasn't had any radical reaction.

Just about to close the door, Han Zhihan did squeeze in.

"I have something to tell you."

Gold fruit son shows a pair of clever appearance, full of good baby, "you say, I listen."

"Don't get in touch with the fifth thought in the future."

Jinguo'er blinked. "It may disappoint you."

Han Zhihan frowned. What he said is seldom refuted. It's really uncomfortable. "What do you mean?"

"I agreed to go to work in their store tomorrow, so I can't do what you asked."

Han Zhihan looks at jinguo'er strangely. He always thinks that she is too reckless and doesn't know anything, so he runs to the woman's shop to work.

"She's full of bad water. Don't get too close to her. There are no bones left that are easy to calculate."

"Do you have any misunderstanding about Niannian?"

Read?

So close?

Han Zhihan doesn't know what kind of magic the fifth thought has made these people like her so much?

"I've said all that should be said. You can do whatever you want?"

"You, you care about me?" It's no wonder that Jin Guo'er thinks so. The key is that he always looks like he doesn't care about anything, and has never been tied up by anything. Today, if she can say so much to herself, she's a little cranky.

Han's cold Leng for a while, the corner of the mouth raised a sneer, "what daydream?"