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Fan Xing scoffed, but still ate happily.

No matter how angry she was, she couldn't go against the taste of delicious food, not to mention that she was really hungry.

When Fan Xing finished changing his clothes and was preparing to leave, the bag in his hand was taken away by Wen Yiyan.

"I'll send you to work today."

Looking at Wen Yiyan who was walking in front, Fan Xing suddenly laughed out loud. Something like anger had long ago been tossed out of Yan Xiao Yun's sight.

That she had no backbone?

She did not want the so-called backbone.

All right … In fact, she didn't.

The car drove steadily into the mental hospital and he said, "Remember not to touch water on the wound."

"Hubby, do you know what you look like now?"

Wen Yiyan did not respond.

Fan Xing who opened the car door and got out said: "It's just a nagging old geezer."

"…"

Thanks to Wen Yiyan, Fan Xing arrived at the hospital even earlier than usual.

As soon as she opened the door of the dispensary, she heard a gentle greeting.

"Good morning, Fan Xing."

"Good morning, senior apprentice-brother."

Fan Xing put down his bag and prepared to change into his white coat.

"Is it serious?"

Fan Xing was startled, only then did he realize that he was asking her about her injuries yesterday.

"It's nothing, it's just a light scratch."

He handed her a piece of ointment. "That's good, this ointment is applied twice a day to dilute the wounds."

"Thank you, Senior Apprentice Brother. I was still afraid of leaving scars!"

When he was close to getting off work, Fan Xing received a call from Mrs. Wen.

Li Baoni moved closer, "Your mother-in-law?"

"Yes, she knew that I saved her yesterday, so she told me that I must return home to eat tonight."

"I'm going to give you another political lesson."

"My head hurts …"

At the entrance of a hospital, he saw Wen Yiyan who was waiting for him outside.

Arriving in front of Mrs. Wen's villa, Fan Xing pressed the doorbell.

A moment later, the door opened automatically.

The car stopped in front of the garden.

After the two entered the room, they heard warm greetings, "You two came. Come and have a seat. We'll be starting our meal soon."

The Mrs. Wen looked out of the kitchen and said kindly.

Not long after the two of them sat down, they heard another sentence.

"Little Xing, the garden pond is full of lotus flowers. You can go take a look first."

"Alright."

Fan Xing, who liked watching flowers, went to the garden alone.

"Fan Xing, you're finally here!"

She saw a man in a suit sitting in a rocking chair in the garden.

"You know me?"

She saw the face of an unfamiliar man shining brightly in the dim light under the tree. He had a smile that was not a smile. His slender eyes were slanted, but it was not ugly.

"Of course."

Fan Xing walked closer and observed carefully, then suddenly said: "You are Liu Wen Jun?"

"Yeah, after not seeing me for four years, I thought you had forgotten about me."

Fan Xing snickered, "You changed too much. If it wasn't for that mole on your face, I really wouldn't have recognized it."

Liu Wenjun also laughed along, "Many high school students who saw me today asked me where I went to undergo plastic surgery. He also wanted to go and have a try."

"Oh, it's reasonable for a man of the Eighteen Transformations to be unable to recognize her."

"..." Your mouth is still so slanderous. "

A cold voice interrupted their laughter. "Get ready to eat."

After saying that, Wen Yiyan turned around and slammed the door shut.

Wen Yiyan, who had always been cautious, could not help but mutter this question, "What happened to him?"

Behind her, a proud smile flashed across Liu Wenjun's face, "Then we need to quickly enter."

After entering the room, the Mrs. Wen carefully checked Fan Xing's injuries. After a round of warm questions, he then set out a table of dishes.

On Fan Xing's left hand side was Wen Yiyan, and on his right was Liu Wen Jun.

A piece of grunt meat was stuffed into Fan Xing's bowl, "Your hand is injured, let me help you pick up the dishes!"

Fan Xing laughed as if he wanted to reject Liu Wen Jun's good intentions, "Thank you …."

"She's only scratched. She didn't break her hand."

Who could say such words that could anger a person to death? It was one thing for her husband to repay her back at home, but in front of outsiders, couldn't he be more gentle with her?

She puffed up her cheeks, picked up a piece of taro and stuffed it into Wen Yiyan's mouth, "Hubby, are my hands really that nimble?"

Wen Yiyan glanced at her, then turned his face away to chew the taro.

Liu Wen Jun suddenly said with a heavy face: "Fan Xing, you changed."

"Where did it change?"

"Beautiful now."

Fan Xing who was tricked laughed out loud.

Wen Yiyan was definitely a cold king, he glanced at the smiling men and women on the dining table and said, "Let's talk inside, if there's anything to say, we can talk about it after we eat."

Mrs. Wen frowned as he looked at her child. "Xiao Yan, what are you saying?"

"Aunty, it's been too long since I've seen Fan Xing. I'm too happy and started to talk a lot."

"No problem, continue."

Wen Yiyan put down his chopsticks, "I'm full, you guys chat slowly."

He got up and went straight to the living room.

Watching Wen Yiyan's leaving figure, Mrs. Wen gave Liu Wen Jun a big thumbs up.

Fan Xing saw the little actions of the Mrs. Wen and became even more doubtful.