Chapter 1618： Guo Xinyi

"Chen Fan, I caught Chen Fan. I caught it. Come and see."

At the fish pond in the back garden of the prime minister's mansion, Chen Fan was dressed in white, his right arm was empty, and only his left arm was holding a fishing rod.

Beside her, a girl in a light green dress was cheering, and a colorful koi was hanging on the hook.

The girl leaped towards Chen Fan, but before taking a few steps, the colorful koi snapped off the hook and jumped into the lake.

The girl's complexion with the fishing rod changed, her eyebrows were erect, and her ruddy little mouth was immediately pouted!

Throwing the fishing rod, the girl stood aside angrily, repeating something in her mouth, I will never fish again, never fish again.

But in less than a stick of incense, the little girl's anger disappeared, muttering something, I will fish again for the last time, definitely the last time, and then picked up the fishing rod again.

But this time, the girl was a lot closer to Chen Fan, and she silently looked at Chen Fan, who had never said a word and never caught a fish from beginning to end.

The girl's name is Guo Xinyi, a very beautiful name.

She was Guo Yi's little granddaughter, and she was also the first person Chen Fan saw after she woke up.

Now, Chen Fan has been in the prime minister's house for half a year to recover from his injuries. One year has passed since he fought Shen You in the first place.

His injuries have recovered seven or eighty-eight, and the remaining hidden injuries can only be treated slowly.

But there is no news about the arm that Guo Yi promised to connect to Chen Fan.

According to Guo Yi, it seems that there is a little trouble finding the materials for the re-cultivation, but he is already searching carefully.

Therefore, I am afraid that I will have to wait a while for the arm.

In addition, the prince has not moved at all in the past six months, and seems to have completely forgotten the grievances with Chen Fan.

Chen Fan didn't catch a cold about it. Regardless of whether the prince forgets or shakes up such a grudge, Chen Fan will definitely be deeply imprinted in his bones. He will never forget Chen Jingxuan if he doesn't do anything about it!

At this moment, the scene of Chu Chu was still in the egg, and he could clearly feel the existence of Chu Chu when he looked at it, and even through the colorful eggs at that moment, he could hear the faint breathing and heartbeat.

Everything is foreshadowing. Tweet is in a good state, but I don’t know how long it will take to wake up this time.

Time passed slowly, and in a blink of an eye, the time for a stick of incense passed.

Guo Xin recalled that he was twenty-eight years old. It was an innocent age. After seeing Chen Fan for so long, Chen Fan hadn't spoken. He looked at Chen Fan, who was like a wooden stake, with big eyes and asked: "Hey, why haven't you been up for so long? speak."

Chen Fan tilted his head and glanced at Guo Xinyi: "It is because of your words that you let the fish run away every time you catch a fish."

As soon as this remark came out, Guo Xinyi was immediately unhappy.

Although she let the fish run away every time, at least she had caught it before, but Chen Fan did not catch the fish once.

"Hmph, if you know how to fish, you will say me, you deserve it!"

Gorgeously gave Chen Fan a cold eye. Guo Xinyi was no longer talking, and Chen Fan didn't seem to want to fish anymore. He put the fishing rod aside, turned and walked back to his room.

Guo Xinyi looked suspiciously, but Chen Fan didn't even have a hook on his fishing rod.

"Puff, this big idiot, I don't know if I don't have a hunch, but I don't know how to fish."

He laughed unceremoniously at Chen Fan, but in the next moment, Guo Xinyi noticed something unusual.

Is Chen Fan a fool?

If he were a fool, there might be no smart people in the world.

Then there is no hook on his fishing rod, why is Chen Fan fishing so vigorously?

Looking back at Chen Fan's lonely departed back, Guo Xinyi muttered to herself: "What a strange person, always mindless.