Chapter 510 (2/2)
”Keep an eye on Hetun. If anything happens to him, you'd better start first!”
Li yanye closed his eyes and seemed to be resting, but his words were very fierce.
”I can't do this job. Hetun is fierce. I want to live a few more years! I don't want to make him a mummy.”
Fu'an kneaded Li yanye and put more medicine on the place where he made a stuffy hum.
It's a mummy again. Can this guy not always mention the word of ear abuse and heart abuse?
”What if I gave you orders? What must be done!” Li yanye suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Fu'an sharply.
”This task is more suitable for you to hand over to Ouyang Xinglang!” Fu'an said faintly, but he didn't listen to the action on his hand, and continued to apply medicine to Li yanye.
”Did you say that on purpose?” Li yanye asked.
”It's intentional. It's a matter of losing my life. I don't dare to mess around!”
Li Yan sneered at the cold voice of the night: ”are you afraid of death, too?”
”Of course!” Fu'an answered positively while pushing Li yanye's waist. ”I don't know when I became very afraid of death, really, very afraid!”
Because of the wholehearted relaxation and treatment, Li Yan slept a good night and seemed to be injected with all his vitality again.
I don't know how to say that Fu'an has such a healing ability, which can greatly stretch your depressed soul or body and mind.
When the little guy opened his eyes, his father was still sleeping. The smell of Chinese herbal medicine only made the little guy pinch his nose.
He recognized that this was Fu'an's haunted house.
The little guy got out of bed barefoot. Instead of waking up his father who was sleeping soundly, he followed a certain smell and went out.
There are also flowers and plants in Spielberg, but the little guy has never seen one raised at home like Fu'an.
He passed two rows of potted plants and walked to the kitchen.
Fu'an is busy carrying the glass door of the kitchen. It looks very home, but it always means that strangers are not allowed to enter.
The little guy opened the glass door, walked to Fu'an and looked up at him for a few seconds.
”Fuan, why are you always so cool?”
It can be seen that the little guy actually likes such a cool Fu'an. He has never given such a high evaluation ”really?” Fu'an whispered, stretched out the back of his clean hand and gently rubbed the little guy's face.
The little guy suddenly asked, ”Fu'an, are you better than old twelve?”
”There's nothing comparable. Maybe I cook better than him!”