King of soft rice

Chapter 32 – Don't provoke neuropathy
Hearing Zhai Nan's words, Han Xia gave Zhai Nan a hard look, and said in a low voice: "If you make further progress, be careful that I will turn my face and deny anyone!"

Zhai Nan coughed twice, but didn't dare to say anything more.

Anyway, Zhai Nan has already taken advantage of it today, if Han Xia really gets angry, it will not end well.

Not to mention her family's terrifying power background, the prenuptial agreement alone can involve Zhai Nan for the rest of his life.

Come on, good men don't fight with women.

Zhai Nan didn't say anything more, and had been obediently listening to Han's mother talking about Zhai Nan's childhood.

Zhai Nan kept nodding his head in agreement, toasting occasionally, but he didn't dare to drink too much.

But after eating this meal, Zhai Nan found that there seemed to be something wrong with Mother Han.

First of all, Mother Han's hands are much cooler than ordinary people, and her complexion is also very bad.It looks good from a distance, but if you sit up close, you will find that Mother Han is actually wearing light makeup.

Without this layer of makeup, you will find that Mother Han's complexion is actually very bad.Zhai Nan could tell even if it was covered by a layer of foundation.

And although Father Han seemed to be drinking and chatting with others, his eyes never left Mother Han.

At their age, they shouldn't have the feeling of reluctance when they first fell in love.

Papa Han's nervous expression, coupled with Mama Han's not-so-good complexion, can only explain one problem.That is, Mother Han may be seriously ill, and perhaps she has not recovered yet, so Father Han is so nervous.

Zhai Nan chatted with Mother Han for a while, and Father Han gave Han Xia a wink.

Han Xia immediately came over and said to Mother Han, "Mom, it's time for you to take your medicine, let's talk later."

When Zhai Nan heard it, it was as expected that Han's mother was sick.

Zhai Nan also said quickly: "Mom, take a break first, and I'll continue talking with you later." After speaking, he made room for Han Xia.

Han Xia squeezed in the middle, and Zhai Nan sat next to his uncle Han Feng.

Uncle Han Feng also seemed to be drinking a lot, reeking of alcohol, talking shamelessly to Palette.

Zhai Nan gently pushed Han Feng, and asked, "Uncle, come here, I have something to ask you."

Han Feng glanced at Zhai Nan and said with a smile: "What's the matter, you are afraid of who will hear it."

Zhai Nan didn't say much, just blinked his eyes.

Uncle Han Feng thought Zhai Nan was going to ask about Han Xia, so he nodded with a smirk, and walked out with Zhai Nan one after another under the pretext of releasing water.

When he got outside the box, his uncle Han Feng asked with a smirk, "Do you want to ask about Han Xia?"

Zhai Nan shook his head and said, "No, I know Xia Xia quite well. I'm looking at Mother Han. She doesn't seem to be in good health."

As soon as Zhai Nan said this, Han Feng sighed and said, "Did you see it?"

Zhai Nan nodded slightly.

Han Feng sighed and said, "My sister-in-law has leukemia, which was diagnosed in the first half of the year. The doctor said that at my sister-in-law's age, conservative treatment is safer, so I have always relied on taking medicine to relieve the pain."

Zhai Nan was startled when he heard this.

Originally, he thought that Mama Han was just suffering from a cold and fever, but he didn't expect it to be leukemia.For a person of Mama Han's age, it was almost the same as being sentenced to death.

Uncle Han Feng also seemed to be quite drunk, pointed at Zhai Nan and said, "If it wasn't for my sister-in-law's illness, you wouldn't have had the chance to marry such a good girl as Xia Xia."

Zhai Nan couldn't help grinning, and said directly: "Uncle, what do you mean by that? I married Han Xia just for joy!"

Han Feng hiccupped and said, "No...but it's about the same. You can understand it that way."

Zhai Nan also couldn't laugh or cry, "What era is this, and you still play Chongxi. If you are sick, you should actively treat it. It's not okay to keep procrastinating."

Han Feng waved his hand and said: "There are no good doctors in the capital city. You see, our family is not short of money. If it can be cured, it will be cured long ago. If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense and go back to drink." Ignore Zhai Nan and return to the box.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhai Nan couldn't continue to ask, so he followed him back to the box.

In the box, Han Xia was still taking care of Mother Han.

Looking at Han Xia's hardworking back, Zhai Nan suddenly felt that most of his dissatisfaction with Han Xia had subsided.

Next to him, Father Han was still chatting with his uncle's family.

When my uncle saw my uncle come back, he dragged him to continue drinking.However, Uncle Wang Hu's eyes kept aiming at Palette.

On the other side, the two sisters, Yang Meiqi, Song Ning and Song Jing, had already gotten along with each other and were playing around.

Only Han Xia's wonderful cousin, Wang Dazhuang, stood alone by the floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing at the magic capital under the night.

Zhai Nan saw that they were all a family, and it didn't seem good to just leave Wang Dazhuang aside, so he walked over, looked out the window together, and asked, "Dazhuang, what are you looking at?"

Wang Dazhuang shook his green-feathered cockscomb head, and sighed softly: "Sometimes when I see the bustling fireworks, I feel inexplicably sad!"

After Zhai Nan heard this, he wished he could slap himself twice immediately.

I'm just a bitch, I'm fine to provoke some kind of crazy!
Judging by his attire, it's not a normal person's route.

Zhai Nan was already thinking of quitting, but Wang Dazhuang continued: "Brother-in-law, you are already married to my sister. The two of you watching the fireworks together must not be so lonely!" A look of 'you don't understand my father's sadness'.

Zhai Nan reached out and touched the floor-to-ceiling windows, but he wasn't feeling Wang Dazhuang's sadness.

Instead, he wanted to test the quality of the floor-to-ceiling windows, to see if he could kick Wang Dazhuang down with one kick.

But Wang Dazhuang still said to himself: "I am 17 years old this year. I don't think you will understand the 17 years of loneliness." After finishing speaking, he looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle.

What about wool?There is not even a moon in the sky.

It's cloudy today, you're so pretty!

You are sad after only 17 years. I have been single for more than [-] years, and I have never acted like a demon like you!
Zhai Nan patted Wang Dazhuang directly on the shoulder, "Don't worry, Dazhuang. Although I don't understand your loneliness, I'm sure 17 years is not enough. You continue to be sad. I'll go over there and have a look." After finishing speaking , Zhai Nan rubbed oil on the soles of his feet and ran away.

Wang Dazhuang stared at Zhai Nan with resentment on his face, and muttered in a deep voice, "You damn homeboy!"

Zhai Nan didn't dare to talk to Wang Dazhuang. He was just about to go back to Han Xia to see how Han's mother was doing.

But in the middle, Song Jing stopped her, "Brother-in-law, we met a group, how many WeChat messages do you have, I will pull you in."

Zhai Nan didn't say much, just took out his phone, first added Song Jing, and was dragged into the group by him.

The group name is actually called 'I would like to become a stone bridge'.

Not only Han Xia was inside, but Yang Meiqi was also there.However, only these two people in the group use their real names, and the others use their online names.

Song Ning is called Tranquil Ning, and Song Jing is called Tranquil Jing.

Even the online names of these two sisters seem to be group buying.

In addition to them, there are two people who don't know each other.

One is called Han Feng, and he recognized Han Xia's old and dishonest uncle by looking at his profile picture.

There is another one called 'Xue Kuai Kui Du', whose head is actually from the back.

Seeing the name and looking at the profile picture, Zhai Nan couldn't help looking at Wang Dazhuang who was still looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and tentatively asked, "Is this Dazhuang?"

[My friend said that the painting style on the cover is crazy and cool, and I said my novel is funny and convulsive, it really doesn't have the same painting style~]

(End of this chapter)