"Hmm?" Zhao Yue'er looked at him sideways.

Something flashed in Zhang Yifan's eyes, and his voice was a little dull, "They don't care about me."

Zhao Yue'er paused, but unexpectedly, his answer was this, and she was a little annoyed and just asked this.

Thinking of the Li Cheng family that Lin Shutong mentioned, she opened her lips to ease the atmosphere: "Well... your parents must be too busy with work. My dad used to be busy with cases and didn't go home for several months."

Zhang Yifan gently pulled his lower lip, and his expression seemed more like a mockery, "No, they have another better son, so I don't need me."

He still had that careless tone, but what he said made people feel a little distressed.

Have another better son?

What kind of parents are this...

Zhao Yue'er rubbed her knees, but didn't know what to say for a moment, but her shoulder suddenly increased-

Zhang Yifan leaned his head on her shoulder, and his tone was relaxed: "But now that you are here, I won't be afraid of the air being killed. I'll sleep for a while."

Zhao Yue'er stood stiff and dared not move. She looked at his pale face and gave up the idea of ​​pushing him away. She slowly relaxed and leaned back so that he could lean on her more comfortably.

He seemed to fall asleep quickly, his breathing was a little heavy and hot, and it was sprayed on her neck from time to time.

She rarely comes into contact with men so close, to be precise, she is just as hunched with Cheng Shuo, and now she is very disgusting to think about it.

This distance made her heart beat faster without realizing it, and she was inexplicably hot and could only force herself to stare at the little bit of attention.

She silently told herself that it was because he looked pretty good, not for other reasons.

In addition, because of what he said just now, he was a little pitiful.

Although this person is not worthy of pity at all, he does whatever he wants, and has endless money to spend, and there is nothing to be pitiful about.

Zhang Yifan's drip was taken for three hours before he finished. The last bag was very slow because it irritated the stomach. Zhao Yueer was about to fall asleep after waiting.

After the drip, the two of them walked home. The weather suddenly became clear at night, but it was still very cold.

Zhao Yue'er asked him to wear a blanket.

On the way back, Zhang Yifan insisted on driving the car back. Zhao Yueer felt it was very dangerous and the road was slippery, but he refused to listen. He increased his horsepower and drove the car out of the mud, and then turned around and went back.

Zhao Yueer got into the car speechlessly and put on her seat belt, "Do you all want to live? Do you like excitement?"

"Yes." He suddenly leaned over and approached her face, spraying his warm breath in her ears as he spoke, "I like stimulation very much, do you want to try it?"

Zhao Yue'er hurriedly dodged and swallowed nervously: "Try you, a big-headed ghost! Why don't you walk quickly and it's going to rain again!"

Zhang Yifan looked at her nervous eyes and smiled, then sat back and started the car back.

At night, uncle and aunt were all asleep. Except for the second uncle who knew about his father's situation, the others couldn't even see a shadow. Zhao Yue'er couldn't help but feel a little frustrated.

"I'm back." Grandma came out of the kitchen with a cane and looked at Zhang Yifan with a loving look, "How about Fanfan? Are you still burning?"

"If you don't have to burn, you won't have to burn grandma. It's very late, go to bed quickly." Zhao Yue'er stepped forward and urged.

"This kid..." Grandma walked in, thinking about something and looked at them again, "I cooked ginger soup for Fanfan, drank a bowl of sweating in the quilt, and promised that tomorrow would be fine."

"I know he has a mouth and can drink it." Zhao Yue'er sent her grandmother back to her room and glanced at Zhang Yifan, "You go and drink it yourself, I'm going to sleep."

She was already sleepy and needed a restroom in urgent need.

Zhang Yifan grabbed her arm with an innocent look on his face, "I am a patient now."

Zhao Yue'er looked at him speechlessly: "so?"

Zhang Yifan raised his chin and said, "I saved your father's life."

Zhao Yueer: "..."

Ah, what did she call back!

Is this a bad love?

Calculate!

If it weren't for his harmless face, she ordered her to kick him out of the atmosphere!

Zhao Yue'er thought she was unlucky to serve him ginger soup and also served herself a bowl of it to avoid a cold.

Zhang Yifan had never drunk this thing before and felt it tasted strange, but he still slapped his nose and drank it, and he was sweating all over, feeling much more comfortable.

"My grandma's ginger soup is very effective. When I was a child, I caught a cold and had my grandma cooked ginger soup for me to drink. It would be cured soon the next day." Zhao Yue'er said holding the hot little bowl, with a gentle and well-behaved smile on her face.

It seems that I remembered some wonderful things when I was a child.

Zhang Yifan and some of her leaned against the stove, looking at the quiet yard outside the door, a hint of loneliness flashed across his face, "You grew up with grandparents when you were a child?"

"Well... it's almost the same. When our business was not very good, we lived in the same courtyard."

Perhaps it was because of what happened today that Zhao Yueer had a new impression of Zhang Yifan, or she was grateful to him, and she was not at all prepared for her sleepiness, so chatting and other things became much easier.

He looked at him and asked, "Where are you? Who did you grow up with when you were a child?"

Zhang Yifan met her curious eyes, smiled slightly, with a little self-deprecating, "Follow the nanny."

Zhao Yue'er suddenly realized and spoke enviously: "Then your family must be very rich, and most people can't hire a nanny."

Zhang Yifan was defeated by her brain circuit.

Most people don’t think about things well. They only see those pitiful, regretful, and then fall into a depressed mood, but she is always watching those bright and positive things.

Everything will be better.

"Simple." He commented casually.

Throughout the Spring Festival, Zhang Yifan lived in her hometown and was deeply loved by her grandparents and parents.

Zhao Yueer felt that she was just a pickup.

After being discharged from the hospital, Zhao Wenyi also had a new view of Zhang Yifan and was getting better and better with him. His attitude was entirely based on the attitude of his future son-in-law.

But Zhang Yifan could talk, which made the whole family very happy.

Even the second and third uncles stopped quarreling.

Sweet words.

She stayed in the room to watch the computer, too lazy to get involved with them, and prepared to check the plane tickets for her return. The magazine went to work on the seventh day of the lunar month. During the New Year, it was the time when major celebrities took vacations and sneak activities, so their paparazzi naturally had to keep up.

"He really went? He saved your dad?"

Lin Shutong played video with her, but after hearing her words, she couldn't believe it.

"Yes, now he is our baby, and grandparents like him very much! I'm so annoying." Zhao Yue'er sighed, "Where are you? How about you in the Gu family?"
Chapter completed!