Since being adopted by the female president

Chapter 113
At the lunch table, Zhang Fanruo immersed himself in cooking.

He didn't even dare to raise his head, because old doctor Qian and grandma Song would say right and left, praising him like a Wenqu star descending to earth.

"Can you even speak English? That's amazing!"

"..."

"Fanwei is so smart. Come on, grandma will serve you another bowl of chicken soup. You must supplement your nutrition when you study, so that you can learn more and become smarter!"

"..."

Dry two bowls of rice in a row.

Zhang Fan was so weak that he almost rolled his eyes, and Song Jiahui wanted to serve him soup, but in the end old doctor Qian couldn't stand it anymore, so he gave up.

on the sofa,
Zhao Chengde looked at Zhang Fanruo, who was lying on the top like a salted fish, and was a little worried: "Is this child going to be overwhelmed?"

He reached out and poked the little doll's belly.

Snapped--

His hand was slapped away, Song Jiahui ruthlessly pushed him aside, and then put Zhang Fanruo's head on his lap: "You, you don't know how to say something nice. Come on, Fanwei, take two stomach-strengthening and eliminating-eating tablets , lie down and you'll be fine."

The old doctor Qian next to him nodded with a smile: "The bowl is small, two bowls are nothing, the human stomach is very adaptable, and his body is thin, so he should eat more."

Zhang Fanruo just wanted to cry.

He doesn't want to be a piggy!But what Dr. Qian said was right, the stomach is very adaptable, the initial feeling of fullness quickly disappeared, replaced by the warm current from the lower abdomen to the whole body.

Very comfortable,
So comfortable that I don't want to move a finger.

At this time, old doctor Qian came over, lifted his shirt, and gently rubbed his stomach clockwise with his hands. Zhang Fanwei's sense of comfort reached its peak in an instant, and he even narrowed his eyes in comfort.

"You can rub your stomach for a while after a meal."

The old doctor's words reached my ears: "This can promote gastrointestinal peristalsis, increase abdominal tension, and help digestion."

Song Jiahui just came back after washing the grapes.

"I'll eat some of this later." She smiled and looked at the side: "Your Grandpa Qian said that grapes can promote body fluids and eliminate food, and can also relieve fatigue."

"..."

Zhao Chengde reached out and grabbed one.

Put it in your mouth and taste it, hiss—why is it so sour?

"You kid is really enjoying yourself."

He glanced at Zhang Fanruo: "Sister-in-law Laoqian is better for you than grandson, remember to kowtow to pay New Year's greetings, you know?"

After Zhao Chengde finished speaking, the couple's smiles faded a little.

My children and grandchildren have all gone abroad, so there is no contradiction, but every time I think about it, I feel bad.

Old Doctor Qian and Song Jiahui went through such hardships and hardships in those days. The ideal in their hearts was to build a country and only have children in the future, but they couldn't figure out why the country became stronger and the material foundation gradually kept up. Children Instead, they settled abroad one by one.

Zhang Fanwei slowly opened his eyes.

Adults have emotions!
"Not only for Chinese New Year and holidays, but I will often come to see Grandpa Qian and Grandma Song in the future." He held two hands respectively: "Grandpa Qian is my master. It is said on TV that I will be a teacher for a day and be a father for life. Grandpa Qian and Song Grandma is my relative."

"..."

All three were stunned.

Why does this kid speak so nicely?

This was Zhao Chengde's mental activity. He turned his head to look at Lao Qian and Song Jiahui. Sure enough, both of them were so moved that they were speechless.

"..."

Zhao Chengde couldn't help but stuffed a grape into his mouth.

"This kid is really sensible."

Song Jiahui, who has been teaching all her life, is the most emotional, and her eyes are wet when she turns her head: "Whoever has it, he can't hold it in his hands."

Old Doctor Qian also grabbed his little hand: "With your words, Grandpa Qian will spend the remaining ten years on you, and no matter what the result is, he will have no regrets."

Zhang Fanruo grinned.

In his heart, he was not only grateful to Mr. Qian and Mr. Song for their kind treatment to him, but also thought of Qin Wantai, Mo Wanggui and Bai Youli.

Reborn for so long.

It doesn't matter if it's serious or funny, but under their influence, Zhang Fanruo can say what he once found difficult to say, and now he can say it calmly.

Lovers don't break the law,
Gratitude, joy, and emotion can all be expressed boldly.

This is something he could never do in his previous life.

Now it is like a new life, and it is worth remembering forever.

In the afternoon, when Song Jiahui went out to buy food for the evening, the old doctor Qian was telling stories to Zhang Fanruo who was lying on the sofa. They were all stories about famous doctors in ancient times and modern doctors practicing medicine to save lives. He told vividly that Zhang Fanruo Weak emotions also follow his words to ebb and flow.

Zhao Chengde listened carefully.

It was only now that he discovered that his best friend's teaching level was not low, and he also keenly discovered his purpose - to cultivate interest.

For a small child,

No matter how smart he is, you can't encourage him to grow. The most suitable way is to use these popular and vivid stories to cultivate his interest in doctors little by little.

When this interest lasts for a few years and leaves an indelible impression on the child's childhood, it is likely to become his goal in the rest of his life. It is far easier to achieve success than ordinary people, and he can go further.

He is indeed the student god of the year!
"Okay, have you rested?" Old Doctor Qian touched Zhang Fan's weak and soft hair: "There is a computer in the room, Fansi, do you want to watch cartoons? Grandpa will find it for you."

Zhang Fanruo is hesitating,
Zhao Chengde next to him couldn't sit still: "Go and watch some cartoons, I'll play chess with you, Grandpa Qian!"

He came to Qian's house today for three purposes.

Eat, drink, play chess.

Seeing him waiting so long, old doctor Qian felt ashamed to disappoint his old friend and return home.

"Okay."

Zhang Fanruo nodded sensiblely.

Then he was carried to the soft computer chair inside. Old doctor Qian found cartoons for him and explained a few words before going to the study next door with Zhao Chengde.

"..."

Zhang Fanwei watched Pleasant Goat alone on the chair.

After a while, he felt that Yangyang was boring, so he jumped back to the desktop to find two movies to watch, but he saw Yicheng among the many icons.

"Hey, grandpa Qian also plays this?"

He opened it curiously, hesitantly, he still didn't log in to Old Doctor Qian's account, but opened his own account to log in.

ding ding ding-

Just after going online, a series of friend applications popped up, Zhang Fanruo was a little dumbfounded, looked at each one and found that he didn't know any of them, but there were many accounts with 7th, 8th, and even 9th ranks mixed in.

Is he on fire?
Zhang Fanruo was a little puzzled, he had only played a dozen games of chess in total, where did he get his popularity?But he quickly thought of [I'm really not that good]

It is estimated that he is a moth...

Zhang Fanwei tapped his finger to delete him, and then ignored the many applications and started a game. Zhang Fanruo's thoughts are very pure, just for interest, and he only occasionally passes the time. He deliberately lost to Zhao Chengde before. Afraid of trouble.

Played almost two rounds.

As soon as the door of the room was opened, Zhang Fanruo switched off the platform and switched back to the video page in less than 0.01 second, and then showed a sweet smile at Song Jiahui who had just walked in.

"Fanwei, what are you doing?"

"Watch cartoons."

His tone was sincere, but thinking about it, he was just a four-year-old kid,

What little secret can there be?
……

In the evening, after dinner, although the old couple were very reluctant, Qin Wantai came to pick up Zhang Fanruo on time.

"Grandpa Qian, Grandma Song, goodbye."

Before leaving, Zhang Fanruo waved his little hand: "I will come to see you next week!"

Old Doctor Qian nodded with a smile, and said: "Remember to eat on time, and there is a book for you, read a few pages every day, don't forget, grandpa will call to supervise you."

Zhang Fan nodded weakly, then looked at Song Jiahui: "Grandma Song also remember to call me."

For the husband and wife, he took good care of each other.

It was also because of this that old doctor Qian and Song Jiahui insisted on sending them downstairs, and they reluctantly turned back when the car drove away.

"Oh, it would be nice if we lived closer."

Song Jiahui, who was covered in gray hair, was a little sad: "It's the two of us again when we get home. I didn't feel anything wrong before, but now I feel really uncomfortable."

"Who said it wasn't..."

The two returned home with mixed feelings, only to find that Zhao Chengde hadn't left yet.

"What about people?"

Song Jiahui poked around, and then saw him in the room, and immediately looked at Old Doctor Qian angrily: "Why are you still hanging around after eating, hurry up and drive him away!"

"..."

Old Doctor Qian entered the room with a wry smile, and before he could speak when he came behind Zhao Chengde, he saw that the latter had turned his head and looked at him in disbelief: "Old Qian, I have always regarded you as a friend."

"?"

Old Doctor Qian straightened his waist slowly, and straightened his face: "What do you mean by saying this, don't you mean that you still want to sleep at my house?"

Zhao Chengde's face was full of regret.

"I didn't expect that." He pointed with his fingers trembling slightly: "Our friend of 40 years, you actually squat me in a trumpet, you are shameless!"

"??"

Old Doctor Qian was completely stunned: "Old Zhao, are you demented? I'll make someone..."

"You're the one with dementia!"

Zhao Chengde made someone point his body at the computer, and his voice was like a cuckoo weeping blood: "Now that the evidence is overwhelming, what else do you have to say! It's fine if you squat on me, and you delete my friend! Zhao Laosan, I have been in the dormitory since the first day I entered the dormitory. Just because you don't look like a human being!"

"???"

Seeing him so excited, old doctor Qian leaned over suspiciously before suddenly frowning: "What are you doing to abuse you? I have never encountered your account before."

"Your account records are all here!"

Zhao Chengde pointed to the user name: "Zhang Sisui! It's okay for you to have such a shameless name, you still dare not admit it!"

"..."

Old Doctor Qian fell silent, and then slowly rolled up his sleeves.

"Old money! You're going to—"

"..."

Ten minutes passed.

Zhao Chengde lost a few strands of hair, and his attitude finally calmed down: "You mean, this account really doesn't belong to you?"

"Not really."

As the winner, Old Doctor Qian's attitude remained calm: "I don't know why he appeared on my computer. Jiahui usually doesn't play on the computer. You and Fanwei have been here at home for the past two days."

"..."

"..."

The two fell silent at the same time.

Especially Zhao Chengde, his eyes widened and his heart beat faster and faster.

something,

When you can't imagine, there will be no connection, but when you have doubts, the answer seems to be there from the beginning.

Zhang Fanwei.

Zhang is four years old.

open!Four years old!

"Old, old money..."

Zhao Chengde spoke first, with a difficult voice: "You also thought of it? Do you think it is possible?"

Old Doctor Qian didn't know about his experience, and his attitude was relatively calm. Hearing this, he calmly analyzed it: "It's almost the same, the name and location are all right, why? You have matched him with your trumpet? What's so strange about this, kids can go online now, haven't you played chess with him before?"

"...Do you understand his level?"

"Aren't you just a beginner? Three-handed chess can be seen."

"You do not understand."

Zhao Chengde smiled bitterly, his face was a little hot: "We were all deceived by him, and that kid is coaxing me to play."

Old Doctor Qian frowned suspiciously: "Is he better online? How much worse is he compared to you?"

"..."

Zhao Chengde stopped talking.

After a while, he let out a long sigh, and when he looked up again, his eyes were already red.

"Old Qian, let me tell you this."

He grabbed old doctor Qian's hand, and said with a bit of madness and certainty in his words: "You hand him over to me, within ten years! Within ten years! I can give you back a young national player!"

(End of this chapter)