Chapter 464： Why is it me

Chapter 464: Why Me?

Song Botao was scolding outside, but Song Wenqi was obviously used to it.

"You talk about it, this is not tossing in his apartment, he came back to toss my kitchen, he did it on purpose!"

Song Botao was almost going to lose his breath.

Since Song Wenqi was kidnapped and rescued when he was a kid, the child seemed to suddenly lose his temper. How could he do it against him?

Song Wenqi shrank his lips and said, "That's the case. I don't want to toss about my apartment. If this is a fire, I have to renovate it."

Song Botao, who was so eloquent, couldn't bear it anymore.

"Lao Song! Lao Song! Come on, call a family doctor!"

Mrs. Shen remembered sweating.

Song Wenqi took a shower and was numb to the old man who was so stunned that he was stunned.

Anyway, the family doctor is always available at home, and the old man is reluctant to die.

He took a shower, changed his clothes, saw the bare-headed self in the mirror, found a hat to wear, and went straight out of the house.

After finding a barber shop, Song Wenqi directly asked him to shave him a bald man.

How can he modify this style?

When I came out, I felt that my head was chilling, and I was really not used to it. Especially when the people around me looked at him in unison, that look made Song Wenqi want to get angry.

"Look what! Haven't you seen a monk yet?"

Song Wenqi growled, and scared the people around him to leave quickly.

He was thinking about whether to buy something to eat, and he received a call from Shen Zi'an.

Song Wenqi opened the answer button and said, "Stinky boy, I heard that you have a cold? Why is it so bad? Your mum is okay. You can rest assured. Soon after I came back from the hospital, your mum was in good spirit of."

After hearing Song Wenqi say this, Shen Zi'an felt relieved, but whispered, "Uncle Song, thank you, I heard that you saved my mom last night."

Mrs. Ye didn't even know about it. How could Shen Zi'an know?

Song Wenqi froze for a moment, then remembered Shen Zi'an's genius, and estimated that the stinky boy had invaded the hospital's computer system.

"Stinky boy, you can't do this, you can hack into the security system of other people's home without your permission. Do you know that this is illegal?"

"I'm just worried about mommy."

Shen Zi'an's voice was hoarse, and accompanied by bursts of coughing, Song Wenqi was somewhat distressed.

Thinking of him as Shen Mange's son, now Shen Mange can't take care of it, and can't help but say: "I'll buy some delicious food to see you."

"Okay! I want to eat Durian Crisp."

Shen Zi'an is not at all polite.

Song Wenqi smiled and said, "Wait, Lord, I'll buy it for you."

"Okay, I'm waiting for Uncle Song."

After hanging up the phone, Shen Zian got up and wanted to change her clothes, and she saw Mrs. Ye coming in.

"grandmother."

"Is it better?"

Mrs. Ye was very distressed by this grandson.

"Much better. Uncle Song will come to see me later."

Shen Zi'an's words made Mrs. Ye a little stunned, but she said with a smile: "Okay, but you should pay attention to rest, you know?"

"Thank you grandma."

Mrs. Ye touched Shen Zi'an's forehead, and when he saw that it burned down, the people prepared some hot water, and Shen Zi'an went away.

When Song Wenqi came to the Ye's old house, he surprised the old lady Ye.

"Song Shao, is your style too unique?"

Mrs. Ye was not embarrassed to say anything else, and finally found such a word to express.

Song Wenqi touched his bare head and smiled and said, "Lady Ye, don't you know? This is called fashion."

"Oh, fashion."

Mrs. Ye smiled lightly, but she thought in her heart that if her two sons had such a look, she could kill them.

"Zi An is upstairs, you go."

Mrs. Ye asked Song Wenqi to shrug her shoulders and went to Shen Zi'an's room.

"Stinky boy, your durian cake."

Song Wenqi delivered Durian Crisp directly to Shen Zi'an.

Shen Zian looked at Song Wenqi with some surprise, and did not react for a long time.

"How is it? Cool?"

Song Wenqi asked with a smile.

Shen Zi'an nodded and said, "Cool, it looks like it came out from inside."

"Stubborn boy, will you speak?"

Song Wenqi was already depressed, and now he was even more depressed when he heard Shen Zian say this.

"It's so ugly?"

"Also, okay. Just look at the habits."

Shen Zi'an gave Song Wenqi a little face.

Song Wenqi sat disconsolately and said, "I won't toss if I know it."

"What toss?"

"I want you to control!"

Song Wenqi wouldn't tell Shen Zi'an that he had licked his hair just to cook Shen Mange.

Seeing that he didn't want to say, Shen Zi'an didn't ask any more. He just ate the durian cake quietly, but took a small bottle of medicine from the drawer on the side and passed it.

"What is this?"

Song Wenqi asked with some curiosity.

Shen Zi'an said: "Uncle Yang Fan gave me that it is very useful for wound healing. It is a secret recipe. I gave it to you. Thank you for saving my mom yesterday."

Song Wenqi smiled, without hypocrisy, and opened the ointment directly, untied the clothes in front of Shen Zi'an.

When Shen Zi'an saw the wound on Song Wenqi's shoulder, his eyes twitched slightly.

"Uncle Song, does it hurt?"

"No pain! The big man bleeds and does not shed tears. How could it hurt? Come on, stinky boy, help me get some medicine, I can't reach it myself."

Song Wenqi is not polite to Shen Zi'an.

In his view, this is not only the son of Shen Mange, but also the son of Ye Nanxian.

He doesn't have to use it in vain.

Shen Zi'an put the durian cake down, went to wash his hands, and began to give Song Wenqi the medicine as Yang Fan said.

"what!"

Song Wenqi suddenly screamed.

"Don't you kid, 1 tap trough! What kind of medicine is this? Why is it so hot like a chilli water? Isn't your kid going to fix me?"

Song Wenqi's painful body twitched.

He has rarely suffered from these pains.

Shen Zi'an said lightly: "The big man bleeds and does not shed tears. What is this pain? Uncle Song is not what you said just now? Why? Can't help it? I forgot to tell you, Uncle Yang Fan said the medicine It ’s bigger, it ’s more painful, but it ’s working well, and if there ’s no accident, your wound will scab tomorrow. ”

While talking, Shen Zi'an continued to take medicine.

Song Wenqi can't wait to escape from this room now. Unfortunately, he couldn't lose face in front of Shen Zi'an because he was such a big man. He could only bite his teeth, but his eyes were a little red.

Damn it!

He really didn't want to cry!

It was a special pungent smell that stimulated his nose and made him tears involuntarily.

Song Wenqi wanted to keep his image, but it was just because of the unlucky day, and the teardrops fell down.

Oh shit!

It really hurts!

After Shen Zian finished giving him the medicine, she saw Song Wenqi like this, and was particularly surprised to say: "Yeah! Uncle Song, you are crying! Don't move, I will take a picture for you and leave a memorial for you."

As he hurriedly went to find his mobile phone, the angry Song Wenqi could not help but grab the stinky boy and beat him hard.

"Shen Zi'an! Did you mean it on purpose?"

Song Wenqi felt half of his shoulders numb.

Shen Zi'an took a few photos of his mobile phone and clicked on it in succession. Then he smiled and said, "Uncle Song, how are you! I thought that when our old man applied this medicine, he didn't frown. "

"Is your old leaf a human? That's a beast!"

Song Wenqi was going crazy because of the pain, but it felt like a maggot, and he was tossing him.

Shen Zi'an said lightly: "If our old leaf is a beast, it is estimated that you can only be his prey. You are far from him."

"Stinky boy, you let me come today, you deliberately blamed me for Ye Nanxian, right? Sure, I'm gone!"

Song Wenqi stood up very childishly, but Shen Zian grabbed his wrist.

"Don't, Uncle Song, why can't you make a joke? What to do with a kid like me."

"Are you a great kid? Are you proud to bully me as a big kid?"

Song Wenqi felt like she was a little apostate.

Ye Nanxian refers to the old fox, Shen Zi'an is a little fox. He actually felt that he had a cold and pitiful, and he wanted to come over and look at him. Isn't this being sent to the door and bullied.

Seeing Song Wenqi like this, Shen Zi'an suddenly wanted to laugh, but he was afraid to give Song Wenqi a run away, so he had to bear the smile and said, "Yes, I was wrong, shouldn't I bully you?"

"It's about the same."

Song Wenqi sat on the bed ass, feeling that his shoulders were still hot, and he didn't wear any clothes at all, waiting for that feeling to slowly recede.

"Speak, what is your little fox trying to do?"

If Song Wenqi couldn't see Shen Zi'an's tiny eyes, could he still call Song Wenqi?

Shen Zian said with a smile: "I want you to do me a favor."

"Tell me first."

Song Wenqi wouldn't go silly into Shen Zi'an's trap.

The stinky kid looked at his young age, a belly with a flowery intestine, carved out of his father's mold.

Song Wenqi slanderd in his heart, but did not know that the expression on his face in his heart completely sold him.

Shen Zi'an shook his head and thought of holding Song Wenqi. Then he turned on the computer and whispered, "I found the phone signal of our old Ye."

"Where?"

Song Wenqi doesn't really care where Ye Nanxian is, but when he thinks of Shen Mange's appearance now, he thinks that Shen Mange still yelled Ye Nanxian's name before he fell into a coma.

Now he just wanted to run over and beat the man fiercely. It would be better if he could beat him into life without taking care of himself.

Song Wenqi thought evilly, and saw Shen Zian pointing at a point and said: "Here. Uncle Song, I want to ask you, you go here to see what happened to our old leaf, OK?"

Shen Zi'an's eyes are full of prayers. This is the first time this child has asked himself so seriously.

Song Wenqi suddenly felt that he could not refuse these eyes. Although his eyes looked like Ye Nanxian, his eyes made him think of Shen Mange involuntarily.

"Why me? Some of your Ye family are people. Why do you want to ask me?"