Are you sure you want to divorce me?

Wen Wenyao also stopped after getting his father's roar, but the expression on his face was still disapproving.Fa Xiaojiang Shiyan was afraid that he would make something wrong again, so he kept holding his hand firmly.

This scene fell into Han Yufeng's eyes, but he felt a little uncomfortable.

He didn't know why, but he became interested in a second-generation ancestor who had just returned to China and had never dealt with him before, and even directed and acted in such a play himself.However, since you took the initiative to provoke him, then don't even think about getting out completely.

It's fun to have a kid like that in the house, isn't it?Han Yufeng thought helplessly, maybe he was just lonely for too long.

"Nephew, look at what happened. It's really hard for you, my lord, to forgive my worthless son."

"Uncle Wen, ahem, I don't know, it's my fault, I'm so unbelievable. This is the end of the story, do you think so? Xiaoyao is young, so don't be too demanding, me, ahem. …”

Han Yufeng originally wanted to cough a few times symbolically, but who knew it would arouse the itching in his throat, and the coughing could not stop.Is this worth it?Wen Yehua hurried forward to touch his back personally, the temperature of the tentacles was very hot, he couldn't help exclaiming, "Nephew! You have a fever?!"

It turned out that Han Yufeng had forced himself to talk to him for so long, and Wen Yehua felt even more guilty towards him in his heart.In fact, it was just a trivial matter. If Han Yufeng is in good health today, drinking these three glasses of red wine is no problem at all, then naturally it is hello, hello, hello, everyone.But he couldn't help that he went into battle with an illness, and his son Wen Wenyao had to toast when he knew that he was obviously unwell, so the nature of this matter was different.And Wen Wenyao himself admitted that he went there with the purpose of giving him a bad start, and originally planned to pour him a dozen or two cups, but who knew he couldn't fight so much?

"Weak chicken." Wen Wenyao curled his lips in disdain, and found a chair to sit down. After standing for so long, he was already a little tired.

"Nizi! Who told you to sit?! Stand up!"

"Dad!" Wen Wenyao jumped up from the chair like an electric shock, "Who is your son?"

"Wen Yao, just say a few words less. Uncle Wen, I think Director Han is also tired, so let's not disturb him to rest, or come back another day?"

"Okay, okay, come back another day. Nephew, I don't think the condition of this ward is very good. How about I change it to the top floor for you?"

"..." Bad condition?The single ward has a soft sofa and a separate large bathroom. Is it not in good condition?Dad, are you flattering him too much?You know, only the dignitaries are eligible to live on the top floor, not even the major shareholders of the hospital.

Han Yufeng smiled weakly, "Thank you for your kindness, Uncle Wen. It's very nice here."

But Wen Yehua was too eager to make up for him, so he said, "Then I'll let this kid come over to take care of you every day? It just so happens that you teach him in advance when you're better, so that he won't be so frizzy all the time."

"Dad! You..."

Wen Wenyao wanted to argue again, but when his father came over with a sharp eye knife, he automatically lost his voice.

"Uncle Wen..."

"You don't need to speak for him anymore! It's settled! Wen Wenyao, from now on, you will report here at eight o'clock every morning!"

"Dad..." Wen Wenyao wanted to say something, but Jiang Shiyan tightly covered his mouth, "Han Dong, take a good rest, we will come to see you another day."