Li Jinhuan's answer obviously couldn't satisfy Feng Yan. He frowned slightly.
Cold smoke?
Isn't Lin Zhen asked him to call her smoke?
"What is her surname?"
"Who ... who?" Li Jinhuan felt that something happened, and he was very scared.
Her hand was behind her, secretly fiddled, and sent a message to go out: [It was a big disaster, life -saving!]
"Sister Han Yan, do you have no surname?" Seeing that she was very nervous, Feng Yan's expression slowly, "Huanhuan, what are you nervous? What do you hide from me?"
Although the expression on his face was much softer than just now, Li Jinhuan still felt cool.
This is a big secret!
Suddenly she foresee that she will be punished after accidentally breaking this secret. Moreover, the most powerful punishment for her is her parents.
"Brother Yan ..." She wanted to cry without tears, scared.
If Ishihara is here, she can hide behind him and throw all the problems to him.
"I ... I have nothing to hide from you." She was panicked, unparalleled, and pale, "No ... Aren't you concerned about me and Brother Che? Why should we discuss and discuss an irrelevant person?"
"Unrelated?"
"Yes, yes!" Li Jinhuan's head pecks the rice, "Brother Yan, I'm hungry, maybe I leave him at night ... The breakfast he prepared for me has been sent ..." I ... "
She deliberately rubbed her belly, and her facial features frowned naturally, "Brother Yan, can you accompany me for breakfast?"
"Hmm! Go breakfast first!" As soon as the words fell, his arm had been held by Li Jinhuan.
Su Hanyan sat in the classroom and looked at Feng Yi, who focused on reading the book in front of the desk, thinking that he still told Feng Yan, let Feng Yi call his mother.
After seeing it, she looked at Feng Yi, but lost her courage to tell him.
Mom is an irreplaceable in the heart of the child. She is worried that because this wind will be conflicted, so she will lose it.
"Sister, okay?" Lin Congcong sat on the floor and drew a big mountain on a piece of white paper.
Su Hanyan crouched down in the past, looked at the mountain, and whispered, "How do you think about drawing a mountain?"
"Mountain ... Okay, Cong Cong and Mom met Sister Tianxian in the mountains," Lin Congcong was proud, his eyes were full of pride.
Probably, meeting Su Hanyan is the strongest color in his simple memory.
"Sister, you are here," he outlined a cheerful flowing stream with a colorful pen, "Here ..."
"Skill, don't quarrel with the little brother to read the book," Su Hanyan hurriedly held his hand and said with a smile: "Congcong, you painted great!"
"Of course, Congcong always remembers the day when he saw his sister! It's great and great ..." Lin Congcong patted his palm happily, and the color of the color pen spent his palm.
"Look at you, my hands are spent," Su Hanyan stroked his head in distress, sighed in his heart, "Congcong, my sister takes you to wash my hands."
"Okay, okay!"
Su Hanyan stood up and looked around, looking for the direction of the bathroom.
"The toilet is on the left hand side."
Suddenly, the tender and tender voice sounded in her ear.
She was startled, didn't the child concentrate on reading?
Su Hanyan turned back, Feng Yi sat in front of the desk, and did not lift his head.