madam is a squeamish

Since the old lady can stretch out her hand, it means that if there is one, there will be two, and this will not work.

Chunming saw that her expression was serious, so he didn't ask any further questions, and nodded in response.

An Xiran was thrown in a sack at the entrance of An's mansion.

The An family and his wife were taken aback. Mrs. An was in poor health and fainted from fright.

When Xiao Youzi went to the hospital to see Gu Chi, she happened to meet An Zeyuan who was taking care of his wife and daughter.

Seeing her holding flowers, he thought she was here to see Mrs. An and An Xiran.

Somewhat touched, "Youyou, your mother and Xiran are both from our own family, come whenever you come, why do you still buy flowers?"

"Mrs. An is in the hospital?" Xiaoyouzi was a little surprised.

An Zeyuan, "I saw that something happened to Xiran that night. She was not in good health and was shocked. But the doctor said it was nothing serious."

When Xiaoyouzi heard this reason, her eyebrows and eyes moved.

"Mr. An thinks I have any reason to see An Xiran, who was injured because he wanted to kill me, and Mrs. An, who is so sad for her?"

An Zeyuan was speechless.

"Youyou, you should be more generous. Xiran misunderstood you, but she almost lost her hand because of this."

Xiaoyouzi didn't want to hear his theories that talking while standing up doesn't hurt her back.

"I should be more selfish, and finish her off with one shot, so as not to cause trouble for me.

Sorry, Mr. An, my friend is still waiting for me, so I won't chat with you. "

After speaking, he stepped on the small beige leather shoes and went.

An Zeyuan who was hesitant to speak was left behind.

Looking at Gu Chi, he checked his ears.

Little Yuzi hesitated and went downstairs to buy porridge.

Seeing the flower shop at the door selling white chrysanthemums, the corners of his mouth twitched.

When he entered the door of the ward, he saw Mrs. An dragging her frail body, busy taking care of An Xiran.

An Xiran's hands were wrapped, half leaning on the bed and losing his temper.

An Zeyuan eagerly helped her carry the porridge, "Min Rou, look, our daughter heard that you fainted, so she specially bought porridge to see you."

Trying to get closer to the relationship between mother and daughter.

Seeing her coming in, An Xiran deliberately put on airs.

"Mom, I want porridge and you feed me!"

Mrs. An immediately picked up the porridge next to her.

An Xiran deliberately said, "I want to drink this barrel!"

Mrs. An, "Xi Ran~" seemed to be warning her not to cause trouble.

An Xiran, "Anyway, we are mother and daughter. Isn't what she gave you mine?"

He was confident and proud, as if he was provoking her.

Xiaoyouzi smiled but did not smile, "Okay, as long as you are not afraid of death, this porridge is specially bought for you."

"You..." An Xiran's face was livid with anger.

Seeing that another battle was about to break out, An Zeyuan immediately said, "Youyou is here to see you, you go out and have a conversation with her, I will take care of Xiran inside."

When An Xiran heard this, he stretched out his hand to grab Mrs. An, "We are a family, so we can't listen to anything, right, sister?"

The word "sister" is particularly strong.

Little Yuzu was not angry either.

"I'm also here to see Miss An, and I specially bought flowers for you!"

Put the flowers in her hand next to her table, "Miss Zhu An has today, every year, and today."

"An Youyou, you deliberately cursed me that only the dead can give white chrysanthemums?" An Xiran was very annoyed.

He also deliberately said that every year has today, and every year has today.

Didn't he curse her to stay in the hospital all the time?
Xiaoyouzi laughed, "The ancients said that one's own mortality is either heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than a feather.

But for a person like you who is better off dead than alive, sending flowers is just for your face, and you are picky. "

Seeing An Xiran's face turn pale, Xiao Youzi continued, "Miss An should take good care of her illness, otherwise it will be really suitable for the occasion if she dies of anger."

Glancing briefly at the white chrysanthemum, with a smile, he carried his small bag and walked out.

Hearing the cursing sound inside, Xiao Youzi felt comfortable all over.