Nuwa Growth Diary

Fairy Zhang San couldn't tell how old she was on the outside, her skin was smooth and delicate, but her temperament from the inside to the outside revealed a sense of calmness. She said she was in her twenties, or she was in her 30s. On the contrary, the facial features are much more enchanting than Feng Xiaoxiao's imagination, noble and indifferent like the snow lotus in the Tianshan Mountains. Exquisite eyeliner, rosy full lips, a pair of sunglasses stuck on the top of the forehead, instead of a hair band to lock a long curly hair, the red dress does not look like a fairy, but more like the mark of a deadly ghost Match, completely subvert people's perception of immortals in traditional mythology.

"Sister Zhang?!" There was no more woman in red than her in the entire hall, so Feng Xiaoxiao stepped forward and asked without hesitation.

The woman in red looked up from the screen of the phone she was playing with, looked at Feng Xiaoxiao and the people behind her, and smiled: "It's really Nuwa, and these friends behind you are not easy."

"Everywhere, I came across by chance, fate." Feng Xiaoxiao also smiled and greeted a few casually. The group took Fairy Zhang San, dragged the suitcase and walked out of the hall: "Sister San is Want to eat first or find a place to rest first?!"

"What rest or rest? Get on the plane in the morning and arrive in a few hours. If you encounter a traffic jam when going out shopping, it will consume almost so much time on the road." Fairy Zhang San waved her hand and said boldly: "I haven't seen Erlang for many years, or Pick up my son first, and then everyone will have a meal together."

There is no need to ask, as long as she glances at it, she knows that her son is definitely not among the group of people. It is not telepathic or something, mainly because the breath of the law body is different.

Ao Qian was helping Fairy Zhang San to throw her luggage into the trunk. He couldn't help coughing a few times when he heard this. It seemed that he was not used to hearing people call Yang Yan's son like this. His expression was a bit tangled and he glanced at the two women who were talking. Then silently got into the back seat of the car.

Yang Yan, who used to be responsible for driving, is not there. This time the driver and the co-pilot became Chenghuang husband and wife respectively. Feng Xiaoxiao sat with Fairy Zhang San in the back. After the car started, he was a little embarrassed and laughed: "Second brother is still at home now. Picking him up might be... a bit... Not very convenient."

"What's the inconvenience?" Fairy Zhang San looked at the phone time: "It's almost lunch anyway, he eats at home anyway, and eats with us."

"..." That's not the problem... Feng Xiaoxiao turned his head and wiped his face, then turned back. She laughed a little stiffly: "The main old man Yang is also..." More importantly, she was afraid that the fairy would talk nonsense when she arrived at other people's territory, such as accidentally shouting "son" at Yang Yan and other strange personal pronouns. ...

"Then what..." Fairy Zhang San was inexplicably puzzled, and then suddenly realized: "I understand!"

You can understand!

Feng Xiaoxiaogang wiped off his sweat and was about to breathe a sigh of relief. Fairy Zhang San didn't care and waved her hand: "He has taken care of my son for so many years. I really should have something to reward. But now I don't have a magic pill, so let's remember it first." Ant, you help me see that my son should be proud of it. Now I don’t have anything good with my sister, so I will reward you for your appearance in the future. I didn’t realize that I might be beaten out of the house by the old man Yang.

"..." Feng Xiaoxiao almost sprayed a little blood on her face.

The front-seat driver and co-pilot looked sympathetically in the rearview mirror with a small eye, facing such a chaotic relationship. Should we watch the fire from across the bank or should we save Yang Yan from the fire? ! After suppressing the eagerness to gloat and make a difficult decision for a while, Feng Xiaoxiao finally decided not to make trouble. It is enough to have Tang Qin shot. There is really no need for more people to struggle with the so-called super-psychological reality of the reincarnation of gods.

Give Ao Qian a wink, and Ao Qian will give a bitter smile. He coughed and said: "This...Miss Zhang San, in fact, we mainly don't want to be exposed in front of too many people, so we can pick Yang Yan out for dinner, but you must remember not to call his son in front of outsiders. ..."

Zhang San also had a private mortal history back then, otherwise where did Yang Jian come out? ! When I heard this, I immediately understood that her status as a mother was shameless, not to mention that her son was a little unacceptable. If the son's current father knew about it, it would have been a big mess at that time.

"Your relatives and friends still don't know your identity?! Actually, occasionally showing up helps to increase your beliefs..." Halfway through, he paused, as if he suddenly remembered something, Zhang San sighed and nodded: "Okay." Now that the law has changed, it’s really hard for the gods to receive incense anymore. I understand. Don’t worry.

...

When the group arrived at Yang Yan's house, Yang Yan hadn't woke up yet, but Old Man Yang was there, but he didn't think he would wake up his son. Seeing that Feng Xiaoxiao had brought a group of people here, he nodded casually as if he had said hello, and then he had no idea. This group of people continued to read the newspaper.

Old man Yang is very indulgent about his son’s personal friendships. In any case, his grown-up son still needs some personal space, so he is neither enthusiastic nor discouraged, unless the family members behind his son’s friends have the possibility of having to deal with themselves. Old parents of Yang generally ignore it directly.

Of course, Hefeng Xiaoxiao can still talk a few words, after all, it is the first time that his son has a clear attitude to express a different sister, but this girl is now followed by so many people, even if the old man Yang had a few words of greeting, he was lazy. .

Feng Xiaoxiao also ignored the old man Yang and treated others as his own. He dragged Ao Qian to kick Yang Yan's door.

It’s a pity that the door of my house is stronger than that of my own. It may also have sound insulation effect. Feng Xiaoxiao beaten it for ten minutes and didn’t open it. She was embarrassed to smash the door in front of the patron downstairs, so she had to be aggrieved again. Go downstairs.

Old man Yang downstairs had already folded the newspaper and looked up for a long time, and he was happy when he saw the two of them come down, "How about it, my house is well decorated."

Everyone understands what this means, and Feng Xiaoxiao praised it politely: "It's really good, I'll go out."

"Where to go?" Old man Yang patted the newspaper and picked up the teacup.

"Enter the car and get the key." In fact, it was going to the garden to dig mud.

"Puff--" Old man Yang sprayed, spraying indefinitely in front of so many people, but he didn't care, the tea dripped and his chin dripped and he didn't care, only shocked Kanfeng Xiaoxiao: "My son gave his room key Did you give it all?!"

"Is there anything wrong?"

"..." Of course it's wrong, it's very wrong. Old man Yang hesitated to speak, thinking about it and couldn't help asking again: "He gave you the key to my villa too?!"

Feng Xiaoxiao thought about it for a while. There is nothing he can do about fingerprints, but the keys can be squeezed out at will, no matter which type... So he nodded honestly: "Fingerprints don't work, keys have."

Old man Yang changed his strange expression for a long time, and finally sighed: "Forget it, I'll take you to the gate and input your fingerprints in a while!" Or is he an ordinary friend with good friendship? ! Ordinary friends, I have handed over my own house keys. I should tell them about the safe and bank account when I look back!

Of course, Old Man Yang is not afraid of his home being stolen. He doesn't care about the possessions in the villa anyway. The real valuables are in his own safe, and he is the only one who keeps all the keys to unlocking the lock, even if the two juniors break up in the future. It's just a matter of changing the door lock more times...

Old man Yang wants to roar, his son has been reliable for more than 20 years, and he has not even passed the second stage of the rebellious period. I didn't expect that a romantic relationship would be so exciting. He exchanged house keys with someone in just a few months? !

Feng Xiaoxiao took Ao Qian against the old man Yang and looked out at his daughter-in-law in a weird manner. Ao Qian had been holding back silent just now, and could not help but speak when he passed the garden to cover Feng Xiaoxiao’s dredging. Say you closed the soil?!" So did you come out so specifically?

The pseudo-lady who was doing the flowers smelling the fragrance was actually a little taken aback, her face changed drastically: "Wipe! Forgot!"

"..."

When he returned to the villa, Old Man Yang was still entangled, Feng Xiaoxiao went upstairs to open the door, and Ao Qian was called by Old Man Yang to teach his friend’s wife not to deceive. By the way, he also inquired about the progress of Yang Yan's relationship with Feng Xiaoxiao. It depends on the situation. Support or stand idly by or beat the mandarin ducks.

Ao Qian couldn't laugh or cry, Feng Xiaoxiao ignored his help-seeking eyes and went upstairs. He familiarly pressed the dug mud ball to the door of Yang Yan's room. The lock hole was quickly filled with the extended soil, and then solidified. Then when he twisted the door, the door was easily turn on. At the moment when Feng Xiaoxiao stepped into the door, Old Man Yang had a face of world collapse, and even the last glimmer of hope was broken in the wind.

Two minutes later, the old man Yang, who had been paying attention to the movement upstairs with his ears erected, heard his son scream in his room~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and everything went silent.

"...Young people are really exciting." Old man Yang muttered tangledly, "Close the door anyway!"

Feng Xiaoxiao came out and went downstairs, just in time to hear the following sentence: "What door is closed?"

Old man Yang gave her a blank look: "Why are you down?!"

"Nonsense, two... Brother Yang is changing clothes. I won't be able to see the white play if I don't come down."

Old man Yang murmured and stopped talking. After a while, Yang Yan finally changed his clothes and finished washing. His face was gloomy and went downstairs. As soon as he reached the stairs, the wind was small and there was no movement. Old Man Yang felt that there was a flower in front of him. Then in the next second, I saw the enchanting woman who had been sitting on the sofa crying with her arms around her son: "Little Yan! I miss you so much..."

Old man Yang rubbed his eyes, then rubbed his eyes, his mouth was so wide that he almost couldn't close it, he looked at Feng Xiaoxiao, he didn't respond, he smiled and waited for the show, and then looked at his son. After a moment, he obviously thought of something. Impatient expression...

what's the situation? ! Old man Yang struggled.