I Can Kiss You Forever

Fu'an began to make tea as smoothly as ever, with a faint sentence: "why? You don't get well, so you miss him?" Author's recommendation: Laolaizi of Red Mansions

Every word Fu'an said almost touched the scales of Li yanye. Sometimes Li yanye would think: did this guy really take many risks to save his life and death friends?

"How sure are you of killing Hetun now?"

Li yanye asked seriously.

Fu'an looked at him and raised his eyebrows slightly. He was originally smiling, but when he met the eyes of Li yanye, he immediately stopped smiling at the corners of his mouth.

He seems to be judging something, and his eyes are a little complicated.

Finally, Fu'an whispered three words: "I'm not sure."

"Now add me, don't you have it?" Li Yan snorted coldly at night.

Fu'an took another look at the fierce night, and then looked at the little guy sleeping on the sofa.

"I think if you add your own son, you are more confident and use him to force the old man in Hetun to obey."

In front of a father, Fu'an said that other people's sons were hostages.

Sure enough, Li yanye snapped: "if you dare to make an idea about my son, I will not let you go!"

"You can't beat me again. Why don't you let me go?" Fuan voiceless channel.

This made Li yanye shout to hit people all over his body, so he suddenly rushed over with hostility.

"You son of a bitch! Will you die if you talk well?"

Li yanye wanted to block Fu'an's neck. He thought it couldn't work, but he succeeded!

At the moment he choked his neck, Fu'an pushed the tea table away. It is estimated that with the recklessness of Li yanye, he will sweep all the things on it to the ground, so he will certainly wake up the sleeping little guy.

It was in order to push the tea table away that Li yanye succeeded.

But let Li yanye have an illusion that he can beat Fu'an.

Fu'an's figure is a little thin compared with the vigorous and strong in the scorching night. When Fu'an fell from his chair, he rolled to the edge of the potted plant with Li yanye's body. Li yanye wanted to smash a plate of potted plants into Fu'an's forehead... But Fu'an pulled away at once, and Li yanye's unstable body fell down.

Finally, under a series of counterattacks, Fu'an cut Li yanye's arm behind him, and then suppressed Li yanye on the ground with one hand, so that he couldn't move.

"Fuan, are you a real dog?!" The fierce burning night, who was restrained, panted and scolded. The body that had not recovered all seemed to be more uncomfortable.

"It seems that you are not ready to play fake with me." Fu'an looked at the fierce burning night, which was a little angry and ashamed, and still released his hand.

Ten minutes later, Li yanye was lying on the hollowed out bed like an uncle, while Fu'an was steaming sweat and giving him steam therapy.

"Keep an eye on Hetun. If anything happens to him, you'd better start first!"

Li yanye closed his eyes and seemed to be resting, but his words were very fierce.

"I can't do this job. Hetun is fierce. I want to live a few more years! I don't want to make him a mummy."

Fu'an kneaded Li yanye and put more medicine on the place where he made a stuffy hum.

It's a mummy again. Can this guy not always mention the word of ear abuse and heart abuse?

"What if I gave you orders? What must be done!" Li yanye suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Fu'an sharply.

"This task is more suitable for you to hand over to Ouyang Xinglang!" Fu'an said faintly, but he didn't listen to the action on his hand, and continued to apply medicine to Li yanye.

"Did you say that on purpose?" Li yanye asked.

"It's intentional. It's a matter of losing my life. I don't dare to mess around!"

Li Yan sneered at the cold voice of the night: "are you afraid of death, too?"

"Of course!" Fu'an answered positively while pushing Li yanye's waist. "I don't know when I became very afraid of death, really, very afraid!"

Because of the wholehearted relaxation and treatment, Li Yan slept a good night and seemed to be injected with all his vitality again.

I don't know how to say that Fu'an has such a healing ability, which can greatly stretch your depressed soul or body and mind.

When the little guy opened his eyes, his father was still sleeping. The smell of Chinese herbal medicine only made the little guy pinch his nose.

He recognized that this was Fu'an's haunted house.

The little guy got out of bed barefoot. Instead of waking up his father who was sleeping soundly, he followed a certain smell and went out.

There are also flowers and plants in Spielberg, but the little guy has never seen one raised at home like Fu'an.

He passed two rows of potted plants and walked to the kitchen.

Fu'an is busy carrying the glass door of the kitchen. It looks very home, but it always means that strangers are not allowed to enter.

The little guy opened the glass door, walked to Fu'an and looked up at him for a few seconds.

"Fuan, why are you always so cool?"

It can be seen that the little guy actually likes such a cool Fu'an. He has never given such a high evaluation "really?" Fu'an whispered, stretched out the back of his clean hand and gently rubbed the little guy's face.

The little guy suddenly asked, "Fu'an, are you better than old twelve?"

"There's nothing comparable. Maybe I cook better than him!"