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Yan Junge and Li Jun were still arguing. Zhang Yiyan turned his head to take a look. Yan Junge was glaring at Li Jun angrily. The latter was still talking, as if he had endless things to say.

Zhang Yiyan rubbed his stinging forehead with shaking hands and eyes closed. He could hear annoying noises, like flies buzzing in his ears. He bit his lower lip tightly, and an uncontrollable irritation rolled in his heart.

Under the palm, the eyes blinked, glowing with a bloodthirsty red light!

Suddenly, he grabbed Li Jun's neck and lifted him up, his eyes full of rage. As his eyeballs rolled, Li Jun was visibly stunned and struggled to hit Zhang Yiyan's arm.

Suddenly, Zhang Yiyan tilted his body, hugged Zhang Tianming's neck tightly with both hands, closed his eyes, and his whole body trembled slightly as he tried to control himself from getting angry.

The scene just flashed through his mind. He really wanted to kill someone! He finally controlled himself and pounded his temple, trying to beat out the irritability.

Li Jun looked at him in surprise while eating instant noodles, "What's going on?"

Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!

"Baby, what's wrong? Another headache?" Zhang Tianming usually wouldn't yell like that in front of others, but he blurted out his worry subconsciously. Others also stopped eating out of concern, wanting to help but not knowing how.

I'm going to kill him!

Zhang Tianyuan stood up and gently supported Zhang Yiyan's back, looking down and asked with concern, "My dear disciple, where do you feel uncomfortable?"

Zhang Yiyan suddenly opened his eyes, and tightened his arms around Zhang Tianming. A flash of hostility flashed across his eyes, and his fingers slowly clenched into fists, his sharp nails piercing his palms. "Dad, they're so noisy!"

Kill them! Kill them!

After seeing the pupils twisted and turned back, Zhang Tianyuan knew that the situation was not good. He covered Zhang Yiyan's eyes with his big hands and said directly, "Xiao Ming, take Yanyan back to lie down for a while!"

Zhang Tianming nodded, lifted him up by the waist and walked towards the car. Zhang Yiyan trembled and hugged his neck tightly, breathing rapidly. Xie Huai immediately got up and followed. Zhao Qi stopped eating and ran to open the door. Seeing Zhao Qi leave, Zhu Zizai pouted, but still followed.

Needless to say, Yan Junge quickly protected him and got into the car!

The two long tables were put together, and now only Li Jun, Xia Zhihao, Chen Hao and Le Sheng were left.

"No, what's going on?" Li Jun was puzzled! "One person didn't eat, and the others left too."

Le Sheng took a look and suddenly felt a little scared. What if Brother Zhang lost control? He reminded him, "Brother Li, Brother Zhang has a headache and is most afraid of quarrels. Let's not quarrel with him later, otherwise the consequences will be serious!"

"No, why don't you let me talk?" Li Jun remembered that it was the same thing last time. It was strange. "Le Le, you keep saying that the consequences are serious. Tell me how serious they are. Otherwise, I will blame you and I won't be able to control myself."

"Besides, hasn't Old Yan been complaining for a long time? Will he not have any consequences?"

Chen Hao finished his meal and wiped his mouth, "Brother Yan will suffer the same consequences, and he can't escape!"

Li Jun was confused, "...Is this what they say on the Internet? When a fight breaks out, no one will recognize their own relatives!"

No relatives? That's a bloody massacre! He just saw Brother Zhang clench his hands.

"That's fine if you want to understand it that way, but Brother Zhang has been complaining of headaches lately, and I think it has something to do with this!" Le Sheng had also finished eating, and without wasting time, he got into the car with Chen Hao.

In the RV on the other side, Zhang Yiyan was lying flat on the bed after being given a few injections on the head by Zhang Tianyuan. His eyes seemed unfocused as he stared at the roof of the car.

Yan Junge sat aside, holding Zhang Yiyan's hand with worry, and whispered softly, "Yanyan is fine, she will be fine soon~"

His eyes turned and looked in the direction of Yan Junge.

He is so noisy!

His fingers tightened subconsciously. Even when his rough hand was cut, Yan Junge didn't let go, but frowned, "Yanyan, don't be nervous, it's me! Don't pinch, don't pinch, Yanyan..." It was only when Zhang Tianming heard the noise and came over to see that he freed his hand.

After pulling the person out of the car, Zhang Tianming lowered his voice and said, "Yanyan's condition is not good. Don't be stupid and rush up to hit it. You will be the one who gets hurt. This is for you. After applying the medicine, take Chen Hao's car first!"

"...No, Uncle Master, don't force me to get out of the car!" The car door closed in front of him. Yan Junge looked at the medicine bottle in his hand helplessly. He knocked on the car door again without giving up, and then the RV started.

. . .

"Hahaha! Lao Yan, you were left behind??? Well, come on up, I'll give you a ride!"

After getting in the car, Yan Junge, with a stinky face, randomly scooped up some medicine and applied it to the back of his hand. Hmm? It feels pretty good!

Seeing that Yan Junge's hand was scratched and the wound was quite deep, Li Jun frowned and said, "Old Yan, does your wife have a violent tendency?"

"You are the one with violent tendencies. Your whole family has violent tendencies. Yanyan was just feeling very uncomfortable. She didn't scratch me on purpose!"

“…You can’t do that!” He still remembered the scene when Zhang Yiyan dug out someone’s eyeballs. His technique was so clean and neat, wow!

"I am happy if my wife hits me, let alone grabbing her hands!"

Li Jun rolled his eyes, "Damn it, you're just too lovesick!"

We drove for another three hours until it was completely dark. We stopped at the next service area and went to the toilet first. Then we felt more comfortable. We ate a quick bite and discussed that we would stay here tonight. We drove to the motel and went inside, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhang Yiyan, Zhang Tianming and Zhang Tianyuan shared a room, which was convenient for two people to take care of them at night. The others shared a room of two or three.

Lying on the bed, Yan Junge saw Li Jun lying on another bed one meter away, and he felt sick. He couldn't hug his sweet and soft wife, and couldn't sleep with her. He felt uncomfortable!

"Old Yan, what's that look in your eyes? Are you disgusted with me?"

"Hate!"

Li Jun was shocked. "Tsk! I don't even dislike you, but you dislike me! Hey, Old Yan, I still don't understand what's wrong with your wife. And is that guy really your father-in-law? Why is he hugging you so tightly! If I go home, my dad won't kick me twice, I'll be lucky to run fast!"

Yan Junge stroked his chin and thought, "Yanyan keeps saying it's too noisy, too noisy. Is it because of a certain frequency of her talking that she is getting a headache?"

"Yanyan was injured before..." Thinking of Duan Hui taking advantage of someone's misfortune, he became even angrier.

After thinking for a moment, he continued without saying anything, "Your dad kicked you because you deserved it. You're so big, and if you let your dad hold you, aren't you afraid of squashing your dad?"

"And you look like a bear, your dad won't want to hold you!"

"Besides, Yanyan was in poor health when she was young, and my father-in-law held her and coaxed her to grow up. If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense!"

He was still wondering if the frequency of speaking would affect people and cause headaches!