"Of course someone like Uncle San is good-looking, has a good figure, can make money, and..."
I can't praise you anymore.
It seems she said the wrong thing.
He couldn't even think about Xu Huan, let alone him, the adopted son of the Yan family?
"What else?" Yan Zhan had a smile in his eyes.
His brows softened a lot, as if he enjoyed her praise.
"He can still fight!" Manshu didn't know when he became so narcissistic.
A strange look flashed in Yan Zhan's eyes: "Remember what you said."
Manshu: "..." What did I say about me?
"Sit down and eat together." Yan Zhan didn't wait for Manshu to refuse again this time and held her shoulders.
"If you go there hungry, I'm afraid your friend won't be able to bear it either."
Xu Wang: Haha! Who can’t bear it anymore?
"But..." Let's not say that Xu Wan will not be able to bear it. Whether he wakes up now or not is still a question.
"You don't want to eat with me?" Yan Zhan broke open the disposable chopsticks, divided the seafood porridge she brought into two bowls, and pushed one bowl in front of Manshu.
He asked, with an unnoticeable grievance in his tone.
Can Manshu still refuse?
It must not be possible!
But she didn't move either.
Yan Zhan, on the other hand, keeps up the good work.
"The compliments you just gave me were all fake? In fact, you can't even eat when you see me?"
Manshu immediately retorted: "How is that possible? Third uncle, you are so beautiful!"
Pretty and delicious?
Yan Zhan gave Manshu a meaningful look.
She bit the bullet and finished the meal with him.
While eating, Manshu told Yan Zhan again about the situation when Xu Wang was doing black boxing.
I fell to the ground several times, but finally fought back, which was really impressive.
Can he beat the underground boxing champion specially invited from Taiguo, a seventeen-year-old boy?
It can basically be concluded that this person is extremely talented.
However, in order to give an identification result, it must be tested.
After eating, Manshu was about to leave, and Yan Zhan also stood up.
He casually took the coat lying next to him and said, "I'll give it to you."
"Why are you sending me away? I can just take a taxi and go. It's getting late now, why don't you go home and sleep?"
Don't think she doesn't know, Yan Zhan is a health care routine for the elderly.
Go to bed before eleven o'clock.
"After hearing so much from you, why not go and see for yourself."
Yan Zhan's reason was so valid that Manshu could not refute it and could only take the person away.
While following Yan Zhan to the garage, Manshu called Zhu Er.
"Brother Zhu, it's me, Xu Wan's friend. I would like to ask if he is still in the boxing gym, or has he been sent to the hospital?"
Zhu Er was meeting with his boss, and when Manshu interrupted him, he almost threw his phone away.
But his boss suggested that he take the call.
So Zhu Er told Manshu the name of the hospital.
Manshu was stunned for only a moment before he realized: "Why is it St. Paul again?"
St. Paul really specializes in treating "difficult and complicated diseases".
For such a serious injury, if you go to a public hospital, people may call the police.
But Sao Paulo is different. It is a foreign-funded building, has some privileges, and pays special attention to the privacy of patients.
Xu Wan and King were both sent in.
At this time, Zhu Er was standing aside, watching his boss holding his mobile phone and watching the video of Xu Wan's boxing over and over again.
This time the boss would show up and accompany him to the hospital, which Zhu Er did not expect at all.
"Boss, Xu Wang's little girlfriend will come to see him later, do you think?"
Should he see her or not let her see him?
The man sitting aside watching the surveillance camera glanced at Zhu Er lightly: "Are you asking now?"