Chapter 472 (1/2)

Is it difficult for him to see the wrong eye in the fierce night? In fact, Fu'an is not as simple as it seems?

The little guy fell into a memory: ”I seem to have seen him in the little black room.” Author's recommendation: the mythical era of famine

”Little black house? What little black house? You mean uncle Fu'an was locked up in the little black house by your adoptive father?”

Li yanye listened to his son's amazing words and asked him in a tight voice.

The little guy shook his head and denied, ”no, it was when you were locked up in a small black room by your adoptive father.”

”When you were in Fort spee?”

”No, no, it's the little black house in the house by the sea. I'm just not sure if it's him.”

The little guy hesitated again. He didn't want to recall such a troublesome thing.

However, in the heart of Li yanye, the waves turned up.

Fu'an has been to Repulse Bay silently? Still in the basement?

Why didn't he notice at all? Is this true or false? But he vaguely felt that his son might have read it right.

Soon, a plate of Italian beef stewed noodles with color and aroma was placed in front of the little guy. When he was surrounded by the aroma, he decided to forget everything just now.

However, after eating a mouthful of stewed noodles, the little guy found that there were only two plates of this delicious stewed noodles. He had one plate with Fu'an, but Li yanye didn't.

”Why didn't Li yanye?”

Fu'an glanced at the little guy and said faintly, ”your father has suffered serious internal injury, so you shouldn't eat such heavy taste food.”

Li yanye gave Fu'an a white eye he couldn't see. ”It won't hurt if you eat it. If you don't eat it, you will die! Give me your hand quickly!”

Li yanye wanted to get up and grab it, but found that the pain from his ribs pulled him out of breath.

Seeing this, the little guy immediately lost his fork and ran to hold his father Li yanye.

Then he put the medicated food on the table with both hands.

”Deep, your father can only eat this and give it to you!”

Fu'an added quietly, ”if he really wants to eat stewed noodles, you can give him one and a half, but the more he eats, the more he hurts. Decide for yourself!”

He dropped these words and left with his stewed noodles.

It's really the most suitable thing to give Li yanye the medicine to his son. He doesn't need Fu'an to continue to make some unnecessary quarrels with Li yanye.