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  Fu Zhiyan's temple jumped abruptly, his face darkened, "Twilight!"

  What does it mean that both men and women can't keep their legs together?

  He is a small radish, do you know what it means to not close your legs?

  Feng Yaqin didn't give any face to her son, she clapped her hands towards her grandson, "Really. My good grandson is too smart!"

   "Your uncle's looks are indeed liked by women, your father... I used to think that he and Qin Fang were a couple. As for my good grandson, he is smart and cute, and everyone will definitely like it in the future."

   Mo Xiaxia couldn't help laughing, and at the same time, she just lowered her head and touched the deep eyes of the handsome man, the smile on her face narrowed slightly, and she stood up, "Xiaoye, since you are here, I will go back to rest first."

  Han Xiaoye knew her situation and nodded without thinking, "Okay, go back first."

   She glanced at Fu Xiao again, "Uncle, let's accompany Xia Xia, Mommy can have us here."

  Feng Yaqin didn't know about Mo Xiaxia yet, so they said going home in the future. Don't forget to tell Fu Xiao, "You drive slowly at night, don't drive the car like a tank, pay attention to safety, and take Xia Xia home safely before you leave, you know?"

   In fact, what she wanted to say was to send Xia Xia home to finally have a chance, so she tried her best not to leave.

   But in front of Mo Xiaxia, she couldn't say it so blatantly. He could only use his eyes to imply that Fu Xiao was better.

  Fu Xiao didn't know whether he received her hint or not. After ok, he walked to the front to help Moxia Xia open the door.

   Mo Xiaxia glanced at him and turned around. After saying good night to Feng Yaqin, she went out first. Fu Xiao followed closely and went out.

  Han Xiaoye kept looking at the two of them, especially wanting to go out and ask Fu Xiao if Mo Xiaxia's situation was any better. But she was afraid that Feng Yaqin would see it, so she could only endure it.

   "Girl Ono, what are you looking at?"

   "Huh?" Han Xiaoye came back to his senses, "It's nothing. Mom, let me peel the apple for you."

"OK."

   Kitten Fu has climbed to Feng Yaqin's side and started to play cartoons on the large LCD screen in the ward. He has been tired of watching "Bears" recently, and is obsessed with "Detective Conan". At home, Han Xiaoye doesn't allow him to watch this cartoon very much. Even if he does, he can only choose some episodes that don't kill people. But in Feng Yaqin, it is different. Feng Yaqin follows him in everything. If he wants the stars in the sky, he will find a way to help him take them off, let alone watch a cartoon. So every time Kitty Fu came to the hospital, the first thing he did was to rely on his grandmother to see the detective.

   The sound of the TV was turned on quite a bit, and Kitty Fu watched it with relish, not even turning his eyes. From time to time, he would discuss with Feng Yaqin next to him who was the murderer and why he suspected that person was the murderer.

  Han Xiaoye looked at him and wanted to talk about him like that, but because of Feng Yaqin, it was hard to talk about him. I had no choice but to endure it and plan to peel the apple.

   At this time, she realized that her hand was still being held by the man beside her.

  The scorching temperature came from the palm of his hand, as if it was going to burn her hand. Her heart skipped a beat, and she released her hand, "Little uncle."

   This little uncle shouted awkwardly, but to Fu Zhiyan, who had been ignored by her for two days, it was particularly pleasant.

   He knew what the little hooligan was calling him to do, and he responded calmly, pretending to be stupid, but he didn't let go, "Huh?"

  Emma, ​​what a blessing!

  Han Xiaoye was so awkward, he couldn't help reminding him, "Hand."

   "What's wrong with the hand?" The arrogant man was calm and airy, so he turned a blind eye.

  “…”

   He did it on purpose!

   Definitely on purpose!

   As long as it's not something, it's impossible not to know what she's talking about. Moreover, when she wanted to draw out her hand just now, he clearly grasped it a little bit.

   shows that he knows exactly what he is talking about!

  Han Xiaoye's heart skipped a beat.

   He knew what he was talking about, so why did he pretend to be stupid?

   She was in a mess, and she felt a little sweet and at the same time a little uncomfortable.

   It seems to be like this every time, every time he finishes training, he pretends that nothing has happened and he distributes a little candy, and coaxes himself who has just been hit by a stick to join him stupidly.

   This time, too, he disciplined her so hard, accused her of not loving children, and told her to get out. What's the point of holding her hand now?

   Didn't he provoke another peach blossom?

   What are you still holding yourself back for?

   Anyway, he's been looking at her more and more recently, and he often asks her for trouble when he has nothing to do. It is estimated that their seven-year itch is coming, and they can't bear it anyway, so it's better to get used to not like him so much in advance.

Can……

   She has already made up her mind not to like him so much, why does he still come to tease him?

   He knew how much self-control she would need to take to treat him coldly, yet he seduced her like this every time. When she falls short and shamelessly slaps him, he will start to despise himself again.

  Han Xiaoye really felt that it was too cruel.

   Every time she was told by Fu Zhiyan, she felt very uncomfortable, and this time too.

  Sometimes when she loses her temper, she can't help thinking, she just doesn't like him! But there is no way to do it, there is no way to do it.

   She just likes what he likes to the death. Since she was 18 years old, she has liked it, and she has liked it until now. She likes it more and more.

  The previous liking can still be said to be young and impulsive, but now?

   Now she is accustomed to his presence and his company. Getting used to it is like getting used to the air, but he is his own air, so what about her?

   To Fu Zhiyan, she is just a petrol pump who can only be willful and mischievous!

  Han Xiaoye was stunned, the more uncomfortable she felt, the more powerless she looked. She bit her lower lip, and suddenly pulled her hand out of the man's palm, completely ignoring the red marks on the back of her hand, sitting next to Feng Yaqin as if nothing had happened, and took out an apple and cut it.

   Neither Feng Yaqin nor Fu Xiaoxiao noticed the little episode between them. They were watching Conan intently, wishing to know immediately whether the murderer was the one they guessed.

  Only Fu Zhiyan, her heart shrunk into a needle-pointed wheat awn when she forcibly pulled out her hand, causing a sharp pain. Then she pursed her thin lips and suppressed the storm in her eyes!

   "Mom, kitten, eat some fruit." Han Xiaoye cut a plate of apples and handed them over.

   Kitten Fu reached out and grabbed an apple and stuffed it into his mouth, then jumped up, "Grandma, I guessed it right, the murderer is him."

   "How could it be him? It's impossible." Feng Yaqin guessed another.

  Fu Xiaoyao was triumphant, "It's him, I saw it from the beginning, it's only possible that he is the murderer."

   He started Barbara and said a great deal of why.