Rural Demon Little Village Doctor

Xia Feng and Yan Xiangxiang chased each other around the table, wiping their faces everywhere.

"Stop making noise." after chasing for a while, Yan Xiangxiang gasped: "I hate it."

It seems to be jiaochen. In fact, it is full of joy in my heart.

Take a paper plate, divide the cake and eat a little. This birthday is over.

Yan Xiangxiang said, "I'll clean it up. You take a bath first."

"OK." Xia Feng also felt very happy. It seemed that he had returned to his school days. He took a bath and wore big underpants. Now it's basically like this. Yan Xiangxiang only wore a sling when he came home, and he wore it like this.

Yan Xiangxiang then took a bath. She turned off the light outside and went to xiafeng's room. Suddenly, she also turned off the light in xiafeng's room.

"What are you doing with the lights off?" Xia Feng said in surprise.

"You follow me." Yan Xiangxiang said in her voice, "I'm the biggest today."

"Well, well, you're the biggest, whatever you want." Xia Feng nodded.

Yan Xiangxiang said again, "go to bed and lie down."

"Ah?" Xia Feng was stunned.

Although the light went out, Xia Feng's eyes were clear and unaffected by the darkness. He saw a faint blush on Yan Xiangxiang's face.

"She is..." Xia Feng jumped in his heart and didn't dare to ask. He leaned back on the sky and lay down on the bed. He also deliberately asked, "let's turn off the mobile phone."

"Off." Yan Xiangxiang said only one word.

Xia Feng noticed that there was actually a tremor in her tone.

Xia Feng's heart jumped again. Sure enough, he turned off his cell phone and lay on his back.

Yan Xiangxiang came over and Xia Feng kept looking.

There was no real night in the city. Yan Xiangxiang also saw Xia Feng's eyes. She took Xia Feng's pillow and covered Xia Feng's face: "don't move, don't look, don't ask."

"Yes." Xia Feng suddenly found that his voice was trembling.

Then, a soft body came to him, soft and fragrant, with a slight coolness.

Xia Feng stretched out his hand and wanted to hold Yan Xiangxiang. Yan Xiangxiang called, "don't move."

Xia Feng didn't move. His lips were slightly cool. Yan Xiangxiang kissed him, and then kissed him all the time

"Thank you, Mr. Cheng." Xia Feng is happy. Cheng jinxun has built a bridge. By the end of the year, he may be able to buy a big house in Linjiang.

At this time, Wu Xiangjun and Cheng Dubin came back. Cheng Dubin has gone to school normally now. However, Wu Xiangjun is worried that his son is not used to eating outside, so she goes to pick up his son to eat every noon. When she sees Xia Feng, she cries, "Xiao Xia is coming. Please help Xiao bin have a look."

"What's the matter?" Xia Feng asked.

"The fourth quarter is physical education. He plays basketball. Now he talks about pain." Wu Xiangjun said with anger and pain on his face, "I told him to be less active."

"It's all right." Cheng Dubin was impatient.

Xia Feng walked over, took Cheng Dubin's hand and took a pulse. In fact, it's not necessary. Peach blossom can see it at a glance. It's not necessary to take a pulse, but it has to be pretended.

This is Cheng jinxun Wu Xiangjun's baby son. If he glances and says it's okay, he doesn't pay attention. At least Wu Xiangjun will have an idea in his heart.

"It's all right." Xia Feng took his left hand and his right hand. Seeing that Cheng jinxun and Wu Xiangjun were looking at him, he shook his head: "it's just that he's lack of activity in recent years. He's a little excited about playing basketball. His muscles are suddenly stimulated and a little tired. He'll be all right in two days."

"That's good, that's good." Wu Xiangjun nodded repeatedly. Now she really trusted Xia Feng.

Cheng Dubin stared at Xia Feng curiously: "you cured my disease. I heard it was Qigong. Can you let me see it?"

Xia Feng immediately understood the look and tone. Cheng Dubin was not as good as he saw at first sight. He was a typical adolescent middle-aged and second grader. He was curious about everything and doubted everything. Of course, if they believed it, they would die. Brain crippled Han powder was actually the late solidification of this middle-aged and second disease.

"Yes." Xia Feng didn't resent it, because he had also won the second prize. Now, in fact, he still had a little second, and said, "let's make an appointment."

"What agreement?" Cheng Dubin's face showed an eager look.

"The medicinal wine I prepared for you is not very good to drink, but the effect is better. Therefore, if I show you the real Qigong, you will drink the medicine every day for three years. Don't rely on it," Xia Feng said.