Fu Yaoshi glanced at Yang Zhihu: "Yang Baihu, you punish people in the future, pay attention to a little, such a beautiful little girl, you really have to do it!"
Yang Zhihu: "..."
Why is he punished?!
But his fierce name was outside, and the reputation was really his back.
After watching Fengwu in the Fu Fu, Yang Zhihu asked the emperor's half -step pharmacist to see the two unlucky ghosts who were violently beaten by Feng Xiaowu.
Wang Zhaole glanced at the Yangda School.
They came to the iron blood and loved face, and loved their face. This time Feng Xiaowu stabbed such a large honeycomb ... After she woke up, I was afraid that she would not be crying by Yang Zhihu?
Thinking of this, Wang Zhaole lost a compassionate look for Feng Wu, little sister, you better not to wake up.
Yang Zhihu looked at the little girl lying on the bed. Seeing that she was sleeping honestly, her hand was exposed, and she was worried that she was cold.
He turned back and instructed Wang Zhaole: "Go to take some hot porridge."
After thinking about it, he said again: "Lian connecting the stove one by one, so as not to cool the porridge."
There was a touch of surprise in Wang Zhaole's eyes. Is the boss changed the core?
Oh, he quickly wanted to understand. After their boss was ready to feed her, they trained her to die.
Alas, it's a pitiful little sister ...
Wang Zhaolehuai held the sympathy of Feng Wu, and personally cook porridge to her little sister who was about to fall into the mold.
Two sisters with punches ... This girl looks small, it is really a violent little loli, it is not easy to mess with it.
When Yan Han saw Wang Zhaole was cooking porridge, his eyes came up: "Brother Zhaole, how do you cook porridge in person?"
Wang Zhaole spread: "Lao Yang ordered, cooked the little girl inside."
Yan Han frowned tightly, and the college of Yang was not prepared to send the phoenix dance back?
If she keeps staying ...
"What porridge do you cook? Let me help you." When Yan Han rolled his sleeves, he would work.
Wang Zhaole saw Yan Han, thinking that she was looking for someone everywhere to talk about Feng Wu ... Han Lu and elegant, just under the words of Yan Han ...
Thinking of this, Wang Zhaole's heart was stunned!
He refused subconsciously: "It's okay, isn't it just cooking porridge, it is easy, I come."
Yan Han looked at her pitifully: "Brother Zhao Le, do you think ... Is this caused by me? I ... I just want to do something, and calm my heart guilt ... I didn’t expect Feng
Dance will be so heavy ... "
Wang Zhaole looked at her in shock.
Shouldn't the focus of this incident ... Shouldn't you encourage people behind me to discredit Phoenix Dance?
Why is it so heavy to become Fengwu?
Wang Zhaole was a bit awkward in his heart. He rejected Yan Han directly with his face, "Yang University instructed me to do it, and I could only do it by myself. In case of a bad pool, Yan Han, is this wrong?"
Wang Zhaole has never been so serious ... Yan Han became cooler, she said weakly: "... How can something go wrong? What can happen? Brother Zhaole, do you miss me?
"
Yan Han cried.
Yan Han actually grievantly cried, and ran away with her face.
Wang Zhaole's whole person is not very good: "..." Did he say something wrong?
Yang Hong patted Wang Zhaole's shoulder on his shoulder: "Have you cried her?"
Wang Zhaole felt so wronged: "I didn't say a few words to her at all ..."