"Shut up!" Zhao Yue'er glared at him hard to stop him when he saw him talking.

Zhang Yifan curled his lips and smiled evilly. He was surprised to see her skillfully lit the fireplace, "I thought you didn't know anything."

"You can't do anything." Zhao Yue'er looked at the fire gradually rising and looked at him sideways and felt strange, "Don't you go home during the Chinese New Year? Don't your parents miss you?"

Something flashed in Zhang Yifan's eyes. He held his face with one hand and looked at her leisurely, "Are you asking about my private affairs? You are starting to care about me."

Zhao Yue'er immediately turned her face and said, "When I didn't ask anything."

The second aunt outside the door was taking the child to wash up. Zhang Yifan glanced and curled his lips, "Does there be so many people in your family every New Year?"

Zhao Yueer nodded: "Well, more and more."

Uncles and aunts gave birth to children, and after that, brothers and younger brothers got married, there were more and more children and more family members.

"Don't you feel annoyed?" Zhang Yifan sat down cross-legged on the carpet, "Why should I take you out for fun? Where do you want to go? Europe? Or Hawaii?"

Zhao Yue'er looked at him sideways, her eyes with a hint of inquiry.

Zhang Yifan is like his personality, very contradictory.

He looked very sunny, but he had an evil and sexy side. He seemed to be two people at night and during the day. He seemed to have different faces when facing different people, and his personality was even more elusive.

Whenever you think he is simple and sunny, you will suddenly realize that he is actually a very complicated person, even a little afraid of the world's chaos, he doesn't care about anything, but only devotes time and energy to things that are interested in.

Zhao Yue'er is sure that he is definitely not a simple person, otherwise he would not be able to support a complex place like Wan Ye Tian, ​​but his seemingly black world has a lot of clean whites.

Zhang Yifan saw that she had been staring at her and curled up the corner of her lips, slowly approaching her eyes, "I can't stand it if you look at me like this."

Bang.

A fire broke out among them. Zhao Yue'er took the lighter and looked at him coldly: "You will leave tomorrow, don't stay at my house."

"Hey." Zhang Yifan called her and pointed to the pile of quilts on the bed, "Please help me."

Zhao Yue'er glared at him speechlessly and took off her mask, "You can't do such a simple thing?"

"Yeah, no." He looked at her with confidence.

Zhao Yueer: "..."

Why did she ask such a stupid question?

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Yueer threw away her facial mask and accepted her fate and stepped forward to cover him with a blanket.

But this was the first time she did this kind of thing. She crawled into the quilt, but when it came out, it became messy again!

"Ah! How do you do this!" As many times as the people gradually became irritable.

Zhang Yifan leaned against the wall beside him and looked at her with a curved corner of her mouth.

Zhao Yue'er glared at him resentfully, "Come here and grab that side, let's shake it together."

"Oh." Zhang Yifan obediently stepped forward and stood on the other side of the bed and grabbed the two corners of the quilt.

Zhao Yue'er stood opposite him and grabbed another corner, then shook together.

"Hey!" The force used was wrong, and Zhao Yue'er almost leaned forward, "Be gentle."

Zhang Yifan smirked, "Oh."

Zhao Yue'er glared at him again, "1,2,3!"

A trace of light flashed in Zhang Yifan's eyes, and he used force—

Zhao Yue'er fell on the bed with the quilt.

Zhang Yifan leaned over and supported her on both sides, looked at her and smiled softly: "Zhao Yue'er, I'm my person after I get into my bed."

Zhao Yue'er could only look at him in this position, and sat up quickly in her heart, and ran out without looking back!

Danger is too dangerous!

She must not be in the same space as this person, absolutely not!

I still have to find a way to let him leave.

Zhao Yue'er lay on the bed thinking, and fell asleep unknowingly...

She was woken up by the sound of smashing the door. At first she thought it was a dream. She suddenly sat up until the sound became clearer and opened the door. She saw her mother standing anxiously: "Yueyue, hurry up! Your father has a heart attack!"

"What?!" Zhao Yue'er hurriedly ran up with her.

Zhao Wenyi fell to the ground, and Zhao Wensheng was kneeling on the ground to provide him with first aid. After taking quick-acting heart-saving pills, he was relieved, but he still didn't know what was going on.

"What should I do? The only hospital is on the mountain. It rained just now, so the car would definitely not be able to drive!" Zhao Wensheng was so anxious.

Zhao Wenqiang also panicked, "What should I do? I'll call 120 and come here for a while!"

"Come on your back!" Zhao Yue'er spoke quickly.

"How can I carry it so far up the mountain..." Aunt San said reluctantly, holding the child.

"I'll carry it!" Zhao Wensheng helped the man up, but he was short, and Zhao Wenyi was at least 1.85 meters tall and he couldn't even get up.

"I'll do it."

A low and dumb voice came in. Zhang Yifan woke up and walked in sleepyly, easily carried Zhao Wenyi on his back, and looked at Zhao Yue'er, "Take an umbrella, it's raining outside, drive on it first, and carry it again if you can't."

Zhao Yue'er nodded quickly because everyone moved because he said that.

Zhang Yifan drove Zhao Wensheng's car and rushed into the car. Zhao Yue'er hugged Zhao Wenyi from behind, and the others followed behind.

The dirt road ahead started to slip, the wheels were stuck in the mud and couldn't get out at all. Moreover, it was raining, making the road very dangerous.

Zhang Yifan stepped on the accelerator impatiently and slapped the steering wheel in a hurry, "What the hell is it!"

Zhao Wenqiang no longer dared to come up again, so he called and said that he would take the people back first, and Zhao Wensheng's car was also stuck in the back.

Zhang Yifan was completely unafraid of death and drove up. Zhao Yueer was particularly frightened, and she was particularly afraid that the car would slide down. She hugged her father and closed her eyes.

Zhang Yifan saw her expression in the rearview mirror, but she unbuttoned her seat belt: "Get out of the car and carry it on."

Zhang Yifan carried Zhao Wenyi up the mountain, and Zhao Yueer followed him to hold an umbrella.

The weight of an adult man was in a coma again, and the road on the ground was so muddy. Zhang Yifan felt it was difficult after walking for a while, and he had to stop and breathe from time to time.

He scared Xiaoyu so cold, but his face was covered in sweat.

"Are you okay? Why don't I do it?" Zhao Yue'er was really worried when she saw that his face turned pale.

Zhang Yifan stopped again, looked at the white building wall that faintly appeared in the mountain fog and gasped, and looked at her side: "Kiss me."

"You are crazy!" He was still in the mood to joke at this time, and Zhao Yueer was so angry.

Zhang Yifan lowered his eyes and smiled pale, "I don't have the strength now. If I don't do it well, I'll throw your dad. Can you carry him on your back? If you kiss me, I'll have the strength, really."
Chapter completed!