He Has To Be Human, Right? !

"Ye... Ye Ying..."

"Ye Ying!"

Ye Ying was awakened by her own name, and sat up abruptly.

In the next second, she was powerless and fell back on the bed, groaning.

Tao Zi hurriedly held her down: "Don't be in such a hurry... I'm here to feed you, take medicine after you eat."

Ye Ying was tightly wrapped in the quilt, and squirmed on the bed when she heard this.

Two days ago, she fell into the water and was blown in the wind for nearly an hour. She developed a high fever when she came back.

Unfortunately, my parents have to go back to their hometown - half a month ago, an old customer of more than ten years invited them to a wedding banquet, the date is approaching, and there is no further delay.

Her mother came in from the living room with a worried look on her face: "Thank you, Tao Zi."

"It's okay, Auntie." Taozi comforted: "I'm here to take over, so you can go to the airport without worry."

Ye Ying's parents walked away step by step and turned their heads three times. Before leaving, they also asked: "Peaches, remember to eat canned peaches."

Tao Zi agreed, and sent him all the way downstairs before returning.

Ye Ying had been staring at the can for a long time, and when Tao Zi came back, she winked at her.

Taozi helped her up and leaned against the bed, then poured canned peaches into a bowl for her to eat, feeling: "I haven't eaten canned peaches for a long time."

Many northern families will buy canned peaches for their children when their children are sick, which roughly means "escape".

Of course, Ye Ying's family also followed this tradition.

I don't know what kind of metaphysical power it is, Ye Ying really felt better after eating canned peaches, and she had the strength to speak: "Just came back?"

Taozi cut the peach meat in the bowl into small pieces with a spoon, and replied: "Yes, the exchange meeting just ended. In addition to meetings, I have been taking notes and reading materials every day, and I can only order takeaway for meals."

"See it,"

Ye Ying hesitated to speak, and looked at Tao Zi's outline, which was obviously rounder than before the business trip: "...you are smarter than you can see with the naked eye."

Dangerously speaking, Taozi flicked her eyes coldly.

Ye Ying flashed back, hey, it didn't hit!

It's just that his body is weak, and he feels dizzy when he moves: "Eat some too, so I can show you how skinny you are."

peach:…

If it weren't for the humanitarian spirit, she would blow this guy's dog's head right now.

Taozi came here during the lunch break and had to go to work in the afternoon. After serving the sick patients, she had a hasty meal. After a while, she returned to the company in a hurry.

Before leaving, Ye Ying's temperature was measured with a thermometer, and the metaphysics of the canned peaches broke out, and the fever really subsided.

Ye Ying slept until two o'clock in the afternoon, sweating all over. After waking up, I felt much better, so I got up and took a shower.

When I got out of the shower, I heard the phone vibrate. Ye Ying hurriedly walked over to pick it up: "Hello?"

There was silence for a second, and a male voice came: "Is it Ye Ying?"

Ye Ying checked the calling number suspiciously—it was an unknown landline. She paused: "It's me."

The male voice was low and rough, like gravel eroded by wind on the Gobi Desert: "If you have time now, come to the Municipal Public Security Bureau."

Ye Ying was taken aback, and just about to say "I am a good citizen", suddenly a sense of familiarity flashed in her mind. She frowned and asked tentatively, "Officer Yan?"

There was another second of pause, as if surprised that she recognized her own voice. But in the end it was a business matter, he only replied: "It's me."

Ye Ying widened her eyes. She has always had a good memory. When Huang Xize got into a car accident, it was this police officer named Yan Feng who came to ask her to make a record.

Although she was restless at the time, Yan Feng's voice was very distinctive, and it still left an impression on her.

Speaking of which, he even gave her a handkerchief to wipe the blood off her hands.

Ye Ying sat down and asked cautiously: "You...is there any progress on the car accident?"

She didn't know the answer, because Huang Xize was the one who took care of this matter, and she didn't know how far it had progressed.

But when Yan Feng called, besides the car accident, she really didn't know what else could be the reason.

On the other end of the phone, Yan Feng's voice was still upright, with the solemnity and righteousness unique to law enforcement officers: "No, it's about your nephew."

nephew? Where did she get her nephew from?

Ye Ying was even more confused, and subconsciously grabbed the phone tightly.

…

Forty minutes later, the Municipal Public Security Bureau.

Ye Ying's face was gloomy, looking at the young man who was handcuffed and squatting on the ground to please her and smiled at her.

Yan Feng stood beside her and glanced sideways at her: "Is that your nephew?"

"I don't know." Ye Ying dropped the sentence, turned around and left.

"Aunt!!"

Zuo Huai rushed over, clutching the railing with both hands, weeping through the sound of the door: "Why don't you stop Huai Huai?"

Ye Ying: ...

You can kill me.

Her face was grim, and she recovered instantly.

Ye Ying turned her head and looked at Zuo Huai's face. He was covered in grass stalks and dirt, and his face was as dirty as a tabby cat, as if he had been pressed and rubbed in the wild for an hour.

What's ridiculous is that even though he was in such a mess, the two small sunglasses on one side and one round were still hanging on his face - the lenses were so clean that there were no fingerprints at all!

Compared with Zuo Huai, who was like a mud monkey, these sunglasses were so abrupt that it was impossible not to pay attention.

Zuo Huai looked at her pitifully from the top of the lens: "Aunt, you can't do this. My uncle is on a business trip, are you going to abandon his only nephew?"

Ye Ying: "..."

She pinched the bridge of her nose, and put on a gentle smirk when she looked up again: "I remembered a little bit, this thing... He seems to be probably my nephew."

Yan Feng: "..."

Are there so many adverbs? How uncertain is it?

But the information found by the auxiliary police is in hand. This person does have an uncle, surnamed Huang and named Xize. Looking at the photos, he is indeed the victim of the car accident at that time.

The man in the photo was as handsome as a CG character, and his miraculous survival left a deep impression on him.

I remember that later, my colleagues even speculated outrageously, what kind of superheroes this couple was hiding in the crowd...

Ye Ying didn't know her identity suddenly became mysterious.

Her mind was still swinging between leaving Zuo Huai here to accept legal sanctions, and fulfilling the obligations of being an elder for Huang Xize, when suddenly a fat middle-aged man hurried over.

Middle-aged people look rich and well-dressed. But he ran very fast, he didn't care much about his image, his face was glistening with sweat. As I ran, my big belly was bouncing.

Panting, he ran up to Yan Feng and the others. Before he could speak, he skillfully put on an apologetic smile: "Misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding..."

When Ye Ying led Zuo Huai out of the Public Security Bureau, it was already dark.

Ye Ying walked out with Yan Feng, although Zuo Huai committed the crime, she was also quite embarrassed: "Officer Yan, I have caused you trouble."

Yan Feng was not impatient, and nodded calmly: "It's okay, it's not a crime."

Ye Ying felt even more sorry for him like this: "Last time you borrowed my handkerchief, I was too hasty and forgot to bring it just now, I will return it to you next time."

Yan Feng smiled politely: "There is a chance."

Ye Ying nodded, apologized a few more times, and watched Yan Feng go in before turning around and walking towards Zuo Huai.

Zuo Huai was talking to the fat middle-aged man, different from the humble man who was locked up in the prison and licked his face to show her misery, his face was very cold at the moment, with a high-ranking virtue.

The middle-aged man was not angry, instead he smiled humbly, as if he was about to bow to Zuo Huai in the next second.

He was dressed brightly, and the watch on his wrist seemed to be of great value, but he nodded and bowed in front of Zuo Huai who was covered in dirt.

This picture is very strange.

Ye Ying coughed, deliberately stepping harder. Hearing her voice, Zuo Huai turned his head and changed his face like a Sichuan opera: "Are you coming, grandma?"

Ye Ying: "..."

I haven't seen you for a while, and I have raised my seniority again, so I am very filial, Tiezi.

The middle-aged man saw Zuo Huai's attitude towards her, and what he heard about the relationship between the two at the Public Security Bureau, he was also very polite to her: "I'm sorry, it's all a misunderstanding... Blame me for causing trouble to the masters."

He looked at the expressions of the two people, and tentatively said, "I've settled the table in the turmoil. The masters don't dislike it. Let me make an apology?"

Ding Fengbo Ye Ying knows that a very famous restaurant in this city is frighteningly expensive, it is said that the per capita cost is more than 5,000.

Zuo Huai snorted coldly: "No time. My wrist hurts when I see you now, so immediately, immediately, disappear from my eyes."

He rubbed his wrist with red marks after being handcuffed for a day, and said sullenly, "Also, deal with the mess in your house quickly."

He spoke quite bluntly, but the middle-aged man immediately hurriedly bowed: "Okay, okay, then I'll go first, and I won't disturb Master."

The middle-aged man stooped and ran for a few steps, then turned his head to look at Ai Ai: "Master, my wife and grandpa..."

"Three o'clock in the afternoon the day after tomorrow."

Zuo Huai's tone was very cold, a cold look that Ye Ying had never seen before. But the middle-aged man got such a sentence, and immediately nodded with a smile on his face: "Hey, hey. Then I will send a car, no, I will drive to pick you up."

As soon as the middle-aged man left, Zuo Huai changed his face again.

He turned his head flatteringly and smiled at Ye Ying.

That smile was so sweet that he got tired of it, and his voice was flattering: "Auntie~~"

Ye Ying's face was expressionless: "Put away your clips, who is your aunt?"

Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi.

Huang Xize was your nephew back then, but now you are his nephew.

Ye Ying never expected that people say that fashion is reincarnation, but seniority can be reincarnated.

Seeing her unkind expression, Zuo Huai flinched reflexively, and explained: "I can't help it, besides, you are indeed my aunt in law."

"Oh, is it so."

Ye Ying suddenly put on a gentle smile, walked slowly to the wall, and stretched out her hand as if groping for something in the shadows.

The hairs on the back of Zuo Huai's neck stood up, and there was an inexplicable sense of foreboding.

Sure enough, Ye Ying took out the familiar hand from the shadows—

shovel.

The screams pierced the sky immediately: "Help! This is the gate of the yamen, you can't—ah!!"

The old man at the gate silently watched the two figures galloping away, slowly lowered his head, and looked at the novel in his hand again.

He fled, she chased.

They are all hard to fly.