What's wrong with living for tens of thousands of years and eating soft food?

Ever since Zhang Xiaoan entered the ward, Zhang Huairen felt restless and uncomfortable.

He seemed to have thorns all over his body. He could neither sit nor stand.

Zhang Huairen had no choice but to stand up and say, "Your little friend is here, you should talk first."

Zhang Huairen smiled at Zhang Xiaoan, nodded, and left the ward.

After a while.

Zhang Huairen sat on the steps of the corridor, smoking a cigarette and frowning and asked: "When I asked you to check before, did you find out what Zhang Xiaoan did before?"

His subordinate sat next to him and shook his head: "No, what's wrong, Brother Ren?"

"It's nothing. I didn't feel anything in the photos before. After seeing the real person today..." Zhang Huairen frowned more and more deeply: "I found that this Zhang Xiaoan gave me an indescribable feeling."

"I feel a little uncomfortable when I'm in a room with him."

"Then let me check his background carefully?" the subordinate asked.

"No rush, let's verify his relationship with the old man first." Zhang Huairen stretched his brows and smiled: "As long as he is related by blood to the old man, nothing else matters."

Suddenly a dark wind blew.

Zhang Huairen trembled and muttered: "Why is it so cold in the corridor?"

……

In the ward.

"Brother An, you finally came to see me. Can you give me a cigarette?" Zhang Qingyang asked with a smile.

"You've been stabbed like this, you need more oxygen." Zhang Xiao'an said, took out the cigarette case, took out a cigarette, put it in front of his nose and smelled it, then put the cigarette into the cigarette case and put it in Back in his trouser pocket.

It would have been better if he didn't take out the cigarette. As soon as he took it out, Zhang Qingyang's craving for cigarettes was immediately aroused.

"Brother An! Please, give me a whole mouthful, just one mouthful!"

"Don't show off your face!" Zhang Xiaoan said with a straight face: "You should recover from your injuries as soon as possible. After you recover, go back to the company to work and pay off your debts. Don't forget that you still owe me money!"

"I still owe you my life now, right?" Zhang Qingyang put away his playful face and asked seriously: "Brother An, are you a human being?"

Zhang Xiaoan narrowed his eyes: "Who are you scolding? If I don't give you a cigarette, you will scold me, right? Do you believe that I will take a puff in front of you?"

"No, you misunderstood." Zhang Qingyang quickly waved his hand and explained: "I mean I was stabbed to death by Chen Tong that day, but now I can still lie here chatting with you."

"I heard from the nurse that you sent me to the hospital. How did you save me?"

"Is there a possibility that you are not dead at all?" Zhang Xiaoan raised his hand and patted his head: "Don't think of me as too awesome, I'm just a mortal."

"As I said before, you should take good care of yourself. I will be very busy in the future and I will be short of people. Please leave the hospital as soon as possible to help me."

The voice fell.

Wu Wenying opened the door and walked in and asked, "What do you want my son to do for you?"

Wu Wenying looked at Zhang Xiaoan with an unhappy expression, her tone of voice was very cold and her attitude was very bad.

She is the daughter-in-law of the Zhang family, and she does not have the blood of the Zhang family in her body. Naturally, she will not have that kind of fear when facing Zhang Xiaoan.

Zhang Xiaoan didn't want to talk to her when he saw her forcing him out.

"You should have a good rest, I'm leaving first." After Zhang Xiaoan said this to Zhang Qingyang, he stood up and prepared to leave.

Wu Wenying pulled his arm hard and asked, "I'm asking you a question! Are you mute?"

Zhang Xiaoan turned his head and said expressionlessly: "I am your ancestor!"

"What's your attitude when talking to me? Who are you?!"

"Who are you to ask my son to help you?!"

"Our Zhang family wants money and connections. Does my son need to work for you?"

"What are you!"

Wu Wenying assumed the same condescending attitude as usual in the company, pointing fingers and cursing at Zhang Xiaoan.

Zhang Xiaoan was speechless.

No wonder Zhang Qingyang is such a jerk outside, it turns out that he is just following his damn mother!

While speechless, Zhang Xiaoan was a little lucky.

It's not the fault of the Zhang family, it's quite good.

"Mom, stop talking..." Zhang Qingyang persuaded while lying on the hospital bed with a blushing face.

Even if he is a bastard, he is still an adult, and he already has the ability to distinguish right from wrong.

He was also relatively helpless regarding Wu Wenying's behavior.

Wu Wenying pointed at Zhang Xiaoan's nose and shouted: "Don't think I don't know you! Your name is Zhang Xiaoan. You beat me in Qingyang and also beat Chen Jintai."

"My Qingyang is lying on the hospital bed today all because of you!"

"You plagued thing!"

Oh shit!

If your last name is Zhang, I will slap you to death today!

Zhang Xiaoan ignored her at all and left the ward without looking back.

"If you dare to come here again, I..."

Wu Wenying's shrew-like yelling could be heard behind her.

Zhang Xiaoan was so angry that he didn't even take the elevator and took the stairs directly.

……

On the steps of the emergency passage, three men in ragged clothes sat on the steps, blocking the way downstairs.

The cigarette butts that Zhang Huairen and his subordinates finished smoking were still thrown on the steps, smoking.

The three men lowered their heads and inhaled the slowly rising second-hand smoke.

"Give way." Zhang Xiaoan said standing behind the three men.

The three men turned their heads stiffly.

Zhang Xiaoan saw three bloodless faces, with sunken eyes and blue faces.

He was stunned for a few seconds, then frowned and cursed in a calm tone: "Get out of here quickly, otherwise the three of you will not be able to survive."

The three men looked horrified, and then disappeared into the corridor.

Zhang Xiaoan stood there deep in thought.

Those three guys just now were Ah Piao...

Zhang Xiaoan tried to think back.

When one could cultivate immortality in the past, or even a hundred years ago, this stuff was still everywhere.

However, as time progresses, it seems that he has not seen such a thing for twenty or thirty years.

I have never seen it even at the door of the morgue or in front of an empty grave.

Why did this unfortunate thing suddenly appear?

Zhang Xiaoan thought for a long time but couldn't figure out the reason. The appearance of this thing simply doesn't affect anything, and ordinary people can't see it.

He didn't take it seriously and continued walking downstairs.

……

after an hour.

A corner of an alley in Wangjiang.

Zhang Huaili was lying on the ground with a sack on his body.

Zhang Xiaoan stood in front of him and punched and kicked him violently.

"Bang bang bang..."

"Stop it! If you have something to do, can you just tell me about it? Even if you die, you have to let me die, right?"

Zhang Huaili asked in a neither humble nor arrogant tone, but still had some backbone.

He just couldn't figure out why he was kidnapped when he was having a good meal in a restaurant? Who kidnapped me? !

Zhang Xiaoan stopped beating, put his hands on his hips and asked, "Who found you a wife?"

"I found it myself, what's wrong?!" Zhang Huaili's tone was a little anxious.

"What the hell did you find with your fucking eyes and your butt? You look like a shrew! You're so damn embarrassing to the old Zhang family!" Zhang Xiao'an thought of Wu Wenying's forced move and punched him with his fist angrily. He hit it twice.

"Hurry up and get a divorce tomorrow!"

"Who are you?! Are you being too strict?" Zhang Huaili asked through gritted teeth.

"You fucking care who I am!"

Zhang Xiaoan continued to shake his fist.

"Bang bang bang..."