If I were you

"What are you going to do, tell me, what stimulated you just now?" No matter how stupid Huang Zitao was, he could still see Wu Fan's perfunctory, and stood up first without being afraid of Wu Fan's super powerful aura.

"How can there be so much stimulation? I feel so uncomfortable that I want to vomit, and now I feel comfortable after vomiting, and the world is at peace." Wu Fan lied without changing his expression.

"The word Datong is not used in this way..." An Qing said brokenly: "Datong is an idea of ​​the ancients, and it refers to an ideal world that human beings want to achieve, such as the Peach Blossom Spring imagined by Jin Tao Yuanming and the fantasy of the Western world. The Utopia of Liyun Datong has a saying, the journey of the great way is also, the world is for the public..."

"...That's not the point, is it?" Wu Fan suddenly felt that it was very painful for him to be the only one who could hear the endless chatter, especially since he couldn't open his mouth to refute now, otherwise he would be regarded as a The neurotic talking to himself, he couldn't help but slander in his heart under the depression.

"...It means Great Harmony. Ah, I'm sorry, professional habits." An Qing coughed twice in embarrassment.

"Wait a minute...can you hear my voice?" Wu Fan was stunned, and asked again in his heart.

"I can hear it!" An Qing said as a matter of course, and only then did she realize that Wu Fan didn't talk to her with his mouth.

"It seems...it should be an idea? Is it this kind of thing?" Wu Fan suddenly thought of a word they used more often.The main reason is that Luhan's ability is to move objects with his mind, so these two words are the first thing that comes to mind in his mind.

"It's quite suitable to say that it's a mind. The so-called mind, that is, the inner thoughts, was closely related to the soul in ancient times, and the soul of a person is the soul..." An Qing unconsciously began to talk about the word mind And talk.

"...Big sister, I beg you, don't tell me things that are too profound, even if I'm a layman, I read only layman's books, I can't afford to be so old..." Wu Fan broke down in an instant and nearly fell to his knees in tears Please forgive me.

"You can't say that. As Chinese people, descendants of the Yellow Emperor, we need to know something about our ancestors." An Qing suddenly remembered something: "By the way, you are Chinese, right?"

"... From the source, yes." Wu Fan replied with shame.

"The word root is a good word. The so-called fallen leaves return to their roots. The roots of a person are their hometown, and nostalgia is also an indelible emotion for everyone..." An Qing wanted to continue to say something, but was suddenly stopped by a soft and waxy voice. interrupted.

"Uncomfortable? Captain, are you alright? Are you feeling better now?" Huang Zitao originally expressed his condolences with strong concern after hearing Wu Fan's words, but it turned out that Wu Fan was simply looking like a fugue, so he simply put his shoulders in the past. Curiously shaking in front of Wu Fan's eyes.

Wu Fan was dizzy from being dazzled, and it happened that An Qing also gave up her impassioned speech, so Wu Fan cheered up and said, "I'll be fine if I take a rest, you should go to rest, it's late, and you have to go to the company tomorrow right?"

Everyone could clearly see Wu Fan's lack of energy, and they all thought that Wu Fan had just recovered from a serious illness, so they didn't think deeply about it.

Except for Zhang Yixing.

Just because others can't see what's wrong with Wu Fan doesn't mean he can't see it.

Wu Fan was obviously lying, but Zhang Yixing couldn't figure out exactly what he was lying about and why he was lying.

Seeing that everyone was no longer entangled, Wu Fan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but then his stomach growled and beat him back to his original shape.

I'm hungry... Wu Fan looked around and met Zhang Yixing's thoughtful expression, Wu Fan's heart skipped a beat, knowing that he couldn't hide it from Zhang Yixing.

But as long as he doesn't say anything, Zhang Yixing won't force him, so Wu Fan expressed his composure.

Seeing that there was no show to watch, Lu Han yawned and turned around to go upstairs, and Wu Fan also looked at the timing, striding forward and sitting next to Zhang Yixing, looking pitifully at Zhang Yixing: "Xingxing, I'm hungry, I have something to eat." yes?"

Zhang Yixing raised his eyebrows, took a deep breath, well, looking at Wu Fan's small appearance, he knew that this guy didn't intend to recruit.But Zhang Yixing, who was born with no resistance to cute things, faced his captain's unconscious cuteness, and finally stood up with a sigh of resignation: "Go to my room, my mother just mailed me the biscuits, and I haven't opened them yet." Feng, did you see the timing right!"

"It's the brand of biscuits that Auntie mailed you before?!" Wu Fan's eyes lit up, his brows and eyes were full of smiles.

"Ah! Wu Fan Yixing! You can't eat alone!" Huang Zitao's frantic voice came from the side.

Wu Fan and Zhang Yixing turned their heads together, and saw a drooling panda and a duckling with its mouth deflated.

Obviously, Brother Baozi has been remade.

Because of his illness, Wu Fan stayed in bed openly and aboveboard the next day, making Lu Han envious and jealous, and then he was unwilling to disturb Wu Huang's sleep.

Zhang Yixing doesn't care about these.He would have no sympathy for the culprit who had squeezed all his biscuits last night.

So, Lu Han watched helplessly as Zhang Yixing sat beside Wu Fan's bed with his guitar and played it loudly. There was a soft panda lying on the door.

Wu Fan endured it, he couldn't bear it, and he didn't need to bear it any longer. Once the quilt covered his ears and blocked his ears, he didn't know anything.

When Luhan saw it, he was amused, and trotted two steps to Zhang Yixing's side, and then reached out to poke the giant silkworm baby on the bed.

With a swipe of the quilt, Wu Fan opened a crack from the inside, and Lu Han, who was poking high, met Wu Fan's dazed eyes that seemed to be filled with tears.

"Luhan, brother! Brother Luhan! Please tell him to stop, I want to sleep..." Wu Fan felt so bitter that his nose burst into tears.

"Sleeping and sleeping, it's already [-] o'clock and still not getting up!" It's good that Wu Fan didn't mention it, but when Luhan was mentioned, he would get furious, he still wanted to sleep!Why is Wu Fan the only one who can stay in bed?So Lu Han looked disgusted, ignored the reason why someone was sick, helped his relatives but didn't help, gave his best friend a look of you continuing, and then watched Wu Fan shrank back into the quilt with joy, continuing to suffer.

Outside was Jin Minshuo's roar trying to cover the sound of the guitar: "The car is waiting outside! Have you cleaned up yet?! Zhang Yixing, stop playing and go!"

So Zhang Yixing reluctantly put down the guitar, and sighed deeply to express his regret.

Wu Fan lifted the quilt again, and shouted back at Kim Min-suk: "Brother Baozi, you are a god, I thank you on behalf of my eighth-generation ancestor!"

Zhang Yixing narrowed his eyes and went to pick up the guitar, but Wu Fan grabbed his hands: "Xingxing, I beg you, can I be wrong? I invite you to dinner! Have a big meal, okay? Just let me go !"

Zhang Yixing pursed his lips, a little unwilling: "I like that brand of biscuits the most!"

"Can I ask Auntie to order more mail?!" Wu Fan almost pleaded.

Zhang Yixing smiled slightly, at that moment, Wu Fan only felt that the world is so beautiful, you see, the flowers are blooming!

"Well, that's fine." Zhang Yixing expressed his satisfaction, stood up and was about to follow Lu Han and Huang Zitao out: "Put the guitar back for me, don't forget you owe me a meal!"

"..." Wu Fan only felt that there was a thunderbolt from the blue sky, and he waved a handkerchief to see him off, his heart was bleeding, and silently lamented that his wallet would lose its value in the near future, but he finally sent these ancestors away. It will be his world alone...

Wu Fan adjusted his posture with peace of mind, and was about to return to the cage, but he heard An Qing curiously ask: "Aren't you the captain? Why do you feel so... pitiful?"

Wu Fan seemed to have finally found a listener, and he told the bitter history of himself as the captain, but in fact, his position in the nanny group was not even comparable to that of a soft panda. He wanted to ask for comfort or something. Unexpectedly, after hearing this, An Qing only sighed: "Your relationship is good!"

Wu Fan was silent, he should go to sleep.