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

Fang Moxuan did not dare to hit Zhang Xiaoan too hard for fear of damaging his wounds, so she had to pinch his face and tear it from side to side.

"You're pretending to be straight with me, right?"

"Do you believe that I broke your front teeth into double doors?!"

"Hurry up and tell my wife that I was wrong!"

Fang Moxuan looked fierce, as if she wanted to eat Zhang Xiaoan.

"Daughter-in-law, I was wrong..."

"Say that your ex-girlfriends are all idiots!"

"My ex-girlfriends are big idiots..."

"Say……"

"Buzzing..."

Fang Moxuan's cell phone vibrated on the bedside table.

"Wait until I finish answering the phone before I deal with you!" Fang Moxuan glared at him, picked up the phone and put it to her ear: "Hey, what's wrong Feifei...what? Why is he there too...Okay, I'll be there right away. "

Fang Moxuan hung up the phone.

Seeing her serious expression, Zhang Xiaoan asked, "What's wrong, sister?"

"Chen Jian and the others beat up Chen Tong. I'll go over and see what's going on."

"...Who is Chen Tong?" Zhang Xiaoan was a little confused. He really didn't know that Fatty Chen had a son named Chen Tong.

"Fat Chen's son, I'll go and take a look first. I'll talk to you when I get back. You can stay by yourself for a while. If you have anything to do, call Xinyi. I'll be back as soon as possible." Fang Moxuan put her phone in her pocket and took it. He took the car keys and left the ward in a hurry.

……

Elevator entrance.

As soon as Fang Moxuan took the No. [-] elevator downstairs, the door of the No. [-] elevator next to it opened.

Zhang Qingyang walked out of the elevator with two boxes of canned peaches in his hand, yawning.

Arriving at the door of Zhang Xiaoan's ward, Zhang Qingyang opened the door and walked in.

"Sister, why did you come back so quickly..." Zhang Xiaoan sat up and saw that the person coming was Zhang Qingyang. He put on a more serious expression and said, "You're a little slow here."

"I went to the supermarket to buy you canned peaches, now! Let's make them for you!" Zhang Qingyang threw the can in front of Zhang Xiaoan, then sat down on the sofa and crossed his legs, his temperament was still as bohemian.

He and Zhang Xiaoan can be considered... acquaintances without fighting?

Anyway, since the last time the two of them had a friendly exchange in the college gymnasium, Zhang Qingyang is no longer very afraid of Zhang Xiaoan.

He must still be a coward, after all, the power of bloodline suppression is something he cannot change in his life.

But his state looked much more natural than before.

"Come here."

Zhang Qingyang, whose butt was still hot from sitting, stood up again, came to the bed and asked, "What's wrong, Brother An?"

"Bring me the urinal under the bed."

"Oh..." Zhang Qingyang bent down and picked up the urinal from under the bed, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully.

"Do you recognize me?"

"No, I just think it's not hygienic to drink water from this thing. I'll go downstairs and buy you a kettle." Zhang Qingyang said in a serious tone.

Four eyes facing each other.

Zhang Xiaoan stared at him for a moment and asked, "Are you serious?"

"Of course! You don't think I can't afford a kettle, do you?"

"..."

"..."

I really want to slap him into his ancestral grave...

Zhang Xiaoan asked as calmly as possible: "You don't think I can drink water from a urinal, do you?"

"Isn't this a personalized kettle that costs [-] yuan with free shipping? I smell the fragrance of jasmine in the kettle. Isn't it the tea you made?" Zhang Qingyang put his nose close to the mouth of the pot and smelled it vigorously: "The smell is quite strong. Yes, the tea is good!"

"That's the smell of the lotion my wife used when she cleaned my urinal."

"Give it! Give it to you quickly! It's so disgusting!" Zhang Qingyang threw the urinal on the bed and ran to the bathroom to wash his hands.

"Huh, huh, huh..."

As Zhang Xiaoan's body trembled, he took the urinal out of the bed, handed it to Zhang Qingyang who had just come out of the bathroom, and said:

"Pour the urine out and rinse it well with water, otherwise it will smell."

Hearing this, Zhang Qingyang asked in disbelief: "You actually asked me to pour a urinal for you?! Do you believe it when I put the urinal on your head?"

Zhang Xiaoan sat up: "3..."

"I am the most favored young master of the Zhang family. Don't go too far..."

"2..."

"If you bully me again, I will really shake you out of my house..."

"1..."

"Farewell!"

Zhang Qingyang was about to turn around and leave when he suddenly felt his feet leave the ground, followed by a burst of cold air on the back of his neck, which made him break out in a cold sweat.

As soon as I turned around...he got off the bed sheet and picked me up with his hands?

And I didn’t even hear a sound? !

How terrifying!

Zhang Xiaoan picked up Zhang Qingyang with one hand, like a little chicken, and asked with a smile: "Do you want to brush it or not?"

"brush……"

……

in the bathroom.

Zhang Qingyang stood in front of the sink and brushed the urinal like a pissed off little daughter-in-law.

Zhang Xiaoan leaned against the door with his arms crossed and looked at him.

Having been an ancestor for hundreds of years, today it is my turn to enjoy myself.

Don't say it!

When this little brat Zhang Qingyang isn't acting stupid, he's pretty damn rare! He's also handsome.

It’s the grandson of my dreams!

this moment.

Zhang Xiaoan felt that Zhang Qingyang's nature was not crazy to the core, and he was not a born bad guy. There was still a chance for the prodigal son to turn around, but he had to teach him personally.

Zhang Qingyang cleaned the urinal and muttered: "I have never been so filial to my parents in my entire life..."

"You should be filial to me, no need to feel wronged."

Zhang Qingyang turned away, frowned and asked, "Who do you think you are? Should I still do it?"

"No ink stains! Clean it and brush it!"

"What are you shouting for? I'm just brushing it!"

……

After a few minutes.

Zhang Qingyang sat on the sofa with a look of despair, leaning back and looking up at the ceiling in a daze.

Zhang Xiaoan stood in front of him, minding his own business and practicing a set of boxing techniques that he couldn't name.

He pumped his fists and threw his arms, causing bursts of sound to break through the air. It sounded sonorous and powerful, and just by looking at his movements, you could tell that he was a "practitioner" with very solid boy skills.

After a long silence, Zhang Qingyang still looked at the ceiling and asked in a helpless tone: "We have been entangled for so long, and I have already knelt down to admit my fault to you. How long are you going to torture me?"

"Why do you think I'm torturing you? Instead of helping you change?"

"I'm fine now, I don't need to change." Zhang Qingyang sat up straight and looked at Zhang Xiaoan who was still boxing, gritted his teeth and said: "I admit that when facing you, I am indeed a little timid and a little inexplicably afraid of you. So I don’t want to provoke you, but I also hope you won’t provoke me again.”

"My bodyguards are all good at fighting. I really don't want anyone to die. Don't force me to come from Hanking to kill you, okay?"

"I don't think your bodyguards can beat me even if they come together."

As Zhang Xiaoan spoke, he stepped on the ground, shattering the tiles under his feet.

"..."

Zhang Qingyang's scalp felt cold and he asked with some reluctance: "How much will it cost you to let me go? Just tell me the number. As long as you don't go too far, I can satisfy you with 800."

Zhang Qingyang felt that Zhang Xiaoan must be here for his money.

I never imagined that Zhang Xiaoan came here for him!

"I want people but not money. I am going to be discharged from the hospital the day after tomorrow and go to work at Mingjun Group. You can hang out with me and be my assistant."

"Impossible! I, the rich second generation, live a very comfortable life, don't even think about it!" Zhang Qingyang decisively refused.

Zhang Xiaoan chuckled lightly, turned around and struck the wall with his knife.

"boom!"

A gully was left on the wall, concave by two centimeters.

"Brother Yang, do you think it's your head that's hard? Or is this wall hard?"

Zhang Qingyang was timid again. He held out three fingers: "I can only hang out with you for three months at most! After the summer vacation, I have to return to Hanking..."

Zhang Xiaoan raised his eyebrows: "Do you have to go back?"

"Well...I'm starting to miss my mother now..."