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Fan Xing did not notice this, as after she gave him the things, she went to the back of the car to open the door, and told him to put the things inside.

They returned to the front seat, fastened their seat belts, and drove off.

The car continued to speed up, Fan Xing's side of the window had a crack in it, some wind blew through the crack, and it felt extremely comfortable.

As she enjoyed the refreshing feeling of the cool wind blowing against her face, she chattered about the results of today's test.

"You don't know, the first two people to be tested had pretty much the same answer, but when I showed the answer to the patient, her expression immediately softened a lot, so we took advantage of the victory to pursue her and conducted the second round of brilliant Heart Kill Test. Under my wise and martial arts arrangement, the two of them cried until their throats were hoarse and their hearts were torn, and just like that, the two people who had misunderstood each other for so many years finally broke out of the mirror and got back together. I think that if we continue with the current treatment programme, we will definitely be able to make further progress. "

Speaking of the excitement, she unconsciously waved her hands, trying to use her body language to perfectly display the scene.

Wen Yiyan's expression was gentle, his hand on the steering wheel, his eyes still focused on the road ahead.

He said, "Great."

Fan Xing was startled, and asked sluggishly: "What did you say?"

He turned his head slightly to look at her and said softly, "You did very well, very well."

The corner of the woman's mouth slowly opened, and a mushroom cloud burst out of her heart. She was overjoyed, and giggled all the way.

The feeling of being acknowledged by the people who cared the most about her was so wonderful.

After returning home, Fan Xing took the big yellow duck back to her original room and placed it on the big bed. He even helped it cover up with a blanket to prevent it from getting "cold".

He found a vase with blue and white porcelain painted on it and took out a bunch of stars from the middle of the decorative bouquet. He trimmed them and put them back in the vase, placing them on the cabinet in the living room for decoration.

When she was done, she went into the kitchen to help.

Wen Yiyan donned his previous blue apron and busied himself with dinner in the kitchen.

Seeing that she had rolled up her sleeves and was preparing to make her move, he looked at her indifferently and said, "I'm fine, you can go out and watch TV."

Fan Xing thought happily in his heart.

Since her husband knew she was working hard and didn't want her to make a move, she naturally had to comply with his wishes.

He didn't reflect at all on how good he was at helping others.

Not long after, the dishes were ready, and Fan Xing consciously ran over to fill the dishes.

The meal ended when she gave him a piece of meat, and he added some more vegetables, which floated in a pink bubble.

After dinner, the two of them rarely got tired of watching TV on the sofa.

Fan Xing leaned on his shoulder, and looked at the dog blood on the TV. The female lead was crying as she said to the male lead: "You love me, but you love her more."

Looking at her, two streams of tears flowed down her cheeks.

The man glanced sideways at her, sighed silently, picked up a tissue, and wiped her face.

He watched until 9 o'clock when the television ended.

Fan Xing was in a period of rest, so naturally, he did not take the next step. Today, he had worked hard for a whole day, so before long, he started to fight with his eyes.

The man's heart ached, so he stopped tormenting her and let her sleep early.

The woman fell asleep almost immediately.

Wen Yiyan looked at the time and went to the study room to look up information. It wasn't until eleven o'clock did he come back to lie on the bed and prepare to sleep.

He tucked her in and was about to turn off the light when the phone rang.

He took the phone and looked at it with a frown. He subconsciously glanced at the sleeping woman and got off the bed with the phone.

He walked out of his room to pick up the call.

The woman on the bed was awakened by the ringing of the bell. She opened her hazy eyes and saw that he had gone out to answer the phone. She didn't think too much about it. With a smack of her lips, she turned over and fell asleep again.

She did not even know when Wen Yiyan had returned in the end.

Two days later, Mrs. Wen's birthday arrived on schedule.

The day before, Fan Xing picked a time to walk around the streets, walked through several shopping malls and a few dozen shops, and finally found a silver necklace with a teardrop-shaped pendant in a jewelry store. It was the Mrs. Wen's birthday present.

On the day of their birthdays, the two went to Christine and took the birthday cake they had reserved the day before. Then, they drove to Mrs. Wen's house.

When they arrived, Father Wen, who had been out on a trip a while ago, was sitting on the sofa making kung fu tea.

Beside him sat a middle-aged man who was around the same age as Father Wen.

The two chatted happily, but their smiles never stopped.

At this time, Mrs. Wen came out of the kitchen with a sliced fruit. Seeing Fan Xing and Wen Yiyan, he smiled and said, "You've come, come sit over and eat some fruits."

Mrs. Wen placed the fruit plate on the table, then took the cake in Wen Yiyan's hand and put it in the fridge.

After greeting Father and Mrs. Wen Wen, Fan Xing and Wen Yiyan sat down.

Mrs. Wen returned and sat beside Fan Xing.

It was the edge of the sofa. Originally, when Fan Xing sat down, he intentionally sat down a little, so the seats at the edge of the sofa were not many.

Fan Xing sneaked a glance at the empty space between Wen Yiyan and Papa Wen, and quickly lowered his eyes.

She used her hand to pat Wen Yiyan, who was sitting beside her, to allow him to sit.

Wen Yiyan also did not say anything, and moved closer to Father Wen.

After the three of them had adjusted their seats, Mrs. Wen introduced them with a kind tone: "This is Uncle Jiang. Before we moved, his house was right next to ours. "You guys were still young, I wonder if you guys have any impression of him."

Fan Xing and Wen Yiyan obediently called out to the Uncle Jiang.

Jiang Xin laughed brightly and replied, "The two of you have grown up and are now married. You two are lucky to be alive."

Father Wen washed a small round teacup on the tea table, then he formed a circle around it. He picked up the teapot and filled each teacup to the brim, then placed them one by one in front of everyone.

His eyes swept over the two young men, and his normally stern face relaxed a little.

Finally, his gaze fell on his old friend. He replied in a gentle tone, "How could we be fortunate? It's all fate."

Mrs. Wen also laughed and replied, "It is a blessing in disguise for my family to be able to marry such a good wife. By the way, Jiang, I remember that your son, who is two or three years younger than a man, is now married? "

Hearing that his mother had mentioned the Jiang Family's son, Wen Yiyan's pupils suddenly shrank, a stern look quickly flashed past his eyes.

The hand that was originally casually held on his leg shrunk into a fist.

Fan Xing, on the other hand, did not have much of a reaction.