That Scumbag is Going To Heaven

   Chapter 381

  But there is also a second situation: for example, sitting on the lap of your nephew.

  However, this situation basically does not exist. With the stereotyped nature of the nephew, it should be difficult for him to sit on his lap as soon as he enters the room and pulls it.

That……

  Little Fat Bird should be sitting at the desk.

  The angle of the chair next to the desk is exactly towards the bed, um, yes, one sits on the bed and the other sits on the chair, and self-denial did not cross the thunder pond half a step.

  Dangerously stabilizing Yang Qiwei, he sighed lightly, and he was relieved to face another very serious matter: how to solve the eavesdropping?

  Based on what he knows about his nephew, this kid will definitely not let it go easily, so... Yang Qiwei, who reacted very quickly, held his waist and turned his attention to Shi Ning.

  Fatty bird, it’s up to you whether Uncle Yang can get out of the room "alive" from Shian's hands.

   Holding on to the waist, Yang Qiwei suddenly grinned. He even pumped a few breaths of air-conditioning. He did not straighten up after holding the waist for a long time. "It flashed, my old waist flashed again."

  As a senior waist injury sufferer, Yang Qiwei sometimes sprains the waist with a small inadvertent movement.

  A real sprain or a fake sprain, Lu Shian only took a glance to know, then he faintly retracted his gaze and stopped looking.

  Fake sprain, Bo sympathizes.

  Shining heard this and really thought he had sprained his waist, so he hurried over to help him, "You can come in and listen to what you want, why should you listen to the corner roots? You can't live by yourself. You sprained your waist today. You are also looking for it."

  I want to hear Shining comfort, basically there is no such thing, just say "you asked for it" at this moment, that's still polite.

   "..." Yang Qiwei, who supported his waist, twisted his mouth and twitched, thinking that Shi Ning would care more or less about his old man, he could leave immediately, and as a result...

  Waiting for a sentence "You cannot live by yourself", Yang Qiwei's expression became stiff.

  Why are these two children more at heart than the other?

  It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t speak and just patronizes the one sitting by the bed. He didn’t **** him off all day long, because he was used to it anyway.

  The little chubby bird talking in front of him, he still has illusions, girls, don’t you always say that his daughter is a caring little padded jacket? Why does he only feel the north wind rustling?

  "Little fat bird, Uncle Yang’s waist hurts." Yang Qiwei sighed lightly, and then increased his tone, "It really hurts."

  He is in pain like this. There should be a word of concern. Then, he can find a step for himself, smoothly away from his nephew’s eyes and kill, and return to the living room safely and unharmed.

  Shining raised her eyebrows, “If you don’t overhear and sit in the living room, can you feel any pain? It’s the pain you asked for.”

  So, it is basically difficult to hear a thoughtful word from Shi Ning.

  Yang Qiwei: "..." I have a hunch that my life will only get worse.

  The single-edged sword has become a double-edged sword. After Zhi'an has poke a sword, Xiao Pang would rather poke another sword. The two swords become one. Does he have a way to survive?

  Shining was more considerate than Lu Shian, and helped Yang Qiwei to sit in the only chair. For her, she could listen to the content of chatting with Lu Shian.

  Yang Qiwei didn't want to sit, his heart was full of rejection.

   "Uncle..." Lu Shian said lightly, "Does your waist really hurt?"

  Almost at the moment when Lu Shian’s voice fell, Shi Ning retracted his supporting hands. Does it hurt? The translation is fake!

  Yang Qiwei smiled, "Fortunately, Shi Ning gave me a hand, so I feel more comfortable."

  (End of this chapter)