Chapter 117： Big guy comes to the door

"I touched some snails." A boy's cold voice.

Tang Xiaonan's heart jumped, she ran out in a hurry, and shouted happily, "Brother Huo!"

She really did not expect that Huo Jinzhi would take the initiative to come and bring snails. In the book, after being beaten by Xu Jinfeng last time, Huo Jinzhi never set foot in the Tang family again, even with such a big betrothal. Huo Jinzhi also refused to go to the Tang family, and Tang Laifu went to him.

After the engagement, Huo Jinzhi was also very stubborn and never went to the Tang family for dinner.

The only time he came to the door was when Tang Laifu passed away. As his unmarried son-in-law, he attended Tang Laifu's funeral, but that was the only time.

Tang Xiaonan was so excited that her heart was about to burst out. Her efforts were not completely meaningless. If Huo Jinzhi could come to the door again, then Tang Laifeng's fate could also be changed.

The world in this book is not static.

As long as she works harder, the Tang family will have a happy ending, she will not die, Huo Jinzhi may not become insane, and she will not go to Africa to go crazy, as long as these changes are enough, other Tang Xiaonan do not I don't want to mess around.

"I like eating snails the most, thank you brother Huo."

Tang Xiaonan ran to Huo Jinzhi, raised his head and smiled at him with his teeth.

Huo Jinzhi was still wet, and the bottom half of his trousers were quite wet, and he was wearing ragged clothes with patches on top of each other. This was his work clothes, which he wore when he was working, and the clothes he wore yesterday when he went out.

"Who wants to eat this stuff? Don't you hate eating snails the most?" Tang Aijun looked disgusted.

There is not much meat in such a big pot of snails, and it has to be sucked hard, how can there be delicious meat.

But what he disliked the most was his sister's betrayal. The snails he touched before, the younger sister said they were not delicious, but when the surnamed Huo brought them, the younger sister said they were delicious, hum!

"My favorite is to eat!"

Tang Xiaonan glared fiercely, Tang Aijun closed his mouth angrily, seeing that Huo Jinzhi was even more unpleasant, he just glared at him sideways.

Huo Jinzhi didn't care at all. Tang Aijun helped him so much yesterday, no matter how ugly the guy's words were, he wouldn't care.

Moreover, he has already roughly understood Tang Aijun's character. He is a donkey who does not walk and coaxes him to walk. The three brothers of the Tang family have such a temperament. In the future, he will have a way to deal with these three stupid bears.

"I'll bring it after I finish eating." Huo Jinzhi just finished speaking when he saw the bruise on Tang Xiaonan's arm, the bruise was even bigger than yesterday, and most of his arm was discolored.

Huo Jinzhi felt even more guilty. He really didn't expect that just a pinch would have such serious consequences. This fat girl is really made of tofu.

"Still...does it hurt?"

Huo Jinzhi's eyes flickered, he didn't dare to look at Tang Xiaonan, his conscience ached a little.

"It doesn't hurt anymore... It really doesn't hurt anymore."

Tang Xiaonan hurriedly rolled down her sleeves. Although it was still a little painful, she was not a real child. The pain was within the tolerance range, and compared to the pain the Tang family had brought to Huo Jinzhi, she was nothing.

Huo Jinzhi's heart was moved. Tang Xiaopang had really changed. He didn't tell his family about such a big injury. Otherwise, with Tang Aijun's explosive temper, he would have fought at the door last night.

"The snails have been received, it's good to go." Tang Aijun rushed out impatiently.

Tang Xiaonan glared again, smiled sweetly at Huo Jinzhi, "Brother Huo, let's have dinner together."

I went to touch the snails early in the morning. I must have never eaten breakfast, and my body was soaking wet. I had to let Xu Jinfeng cook some **** and brown sugar water to cool off. Huo Jinzhi was very indifferent to his body. Problems such as headaches are all rooted in childhood.

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