Yan Ying froze, and the muscles of his cheeks were pulled by his lips, causing him to twitch unnaturally a few times.
Mother's tears are not scary. What is scary is that after seeing her tears, the old man often goes berserk immediately. He will not vent his anger on mother. Whoever is unlucky will depend on his luck.
Others still have legs to run, but he looks so weak now. Where can he escape even if he escapes again?
The old man would directly regard him as the culprit who made his mother cry, and take him to the training room in the name of a martial arts competition. As long as he kept his breath, the second uncle would be able to save his life.
It's so miserable, life is worse than death.[
Yan Rong smiled evilly, very satisfied with Xiao Ying'er's awareness of current affairs.
Holding the black medicine soup that was delivered every day, there was a layer of pale green floating matter on the surface. I didn’t know what it was.
"Drink!" He pushed forward and asked the patient to take the medicine by himself.
Yan Ying didn't answer, looking at the oozing color, he asked Qiangan, "Second uncle, are you sure this is a life-saving medicine?" It looked like poison.
Smiling and narrowing his jaw, "Isn't this what you drank every day when you were in a coma?" The brat actually dared to dislike the 'good medicine' he had 'carefully' prepared.
Nope.
Yan Ying's stomach churned, "Can I still drink it when I'm unconscious? Second uncle, you really know how to joke."
Impossible, absolutely impossible, he must have never drank something like this that would turn into a nightmare.
"Little Ying'er, good medicine tastes bitter and is good for the disease. Do you still need me to teach you such a simple truth? A seven-foot man is not afraid of death. Drinking a bowl of medicine is so troublesome." Yan Rong is very patient. He has plenty of time and Yan Ying to waste,
In fact, he came here to cause trouble today. It had been a long time since he saw his nephew with his eyes open and could talk. How happy he was.
Yan Ying was unmoved and decided to fight to the end. There was nothing he could do if he lost consciousness and let others manipulate him. Now that he was awake, he would never let that happen again.
The intestines in his belly were churning with laughter, but Yan Rong could still keep a straight face and an annoyed expression, and suddenly a new idea came to his mind, "A man who is going to be a father still looks like a long-lost man."