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Pharmacist Fu glared at Yang Zhihu, "Yang Baihu, if you punish people in the future, you must be careful. Such a beautiful girl, you can really do it."

Yang Zhihu ""

Why was he punished?

But he has a fierce reputation, and this reputation really has to be his back.

After the pharmacist Fu had seen Feng Wu, Yang Zhihu asked the pharmacist who was half a step away from the emperor to see the two unlucky ghosts who were violently beaten by Feng Xiaowu.

Wang Zhaole secretly glanced at Colonel Yang.

Their boss came quickly and was tough, and he loved face the most. This time, Feng Xiaowu stabbed such a big hornet's nest and waited for her to wake up. I'm afraid she will be trained to cry by Yang Zhihu.

Thinking of this, Wang Zhaole gave Feng Wu a sympathetic look, Little Junior Sister, you'd better not wake up.

Yang Zhihu looked at the little girl lying on the bed. Seeing that she was sleeping dishonestly, her hands were exposed. Worrying about her being caught in the cold, Colonel Yang silently stepped forward and closed her quilt.

He turned around and instructed Wang Zhaole, "Go get some hot porridge."

After thinking about it, he said again, "Bring it together with the stove, so that the porridge will not get cold."

A look of surprise appeared in Wang Zhaole's eyes. Their boss had been replaced by someone.

Oh, he quickly figured out that their boss was going to train her to death after he was going to feed her.

Oh, what a poor little sister

Wang Zhaole, with incomparable sympathy for Feng Wu, went to cook porridge for her little junior sister who was about to be unlucky.

The girl who punched the two senior sisters looks small, but she is really a violent little loli, not easy to mess with.

Yan Han saw that Wang Zhaole was cooking porridge, and leaned forward, "Brother Zhaole, how do you cook porridge yourself?"

Wang Zhaole spread his hands, "Old Yang ordered it to be cooked for the little girl inside."

Yan Han frowned tightly, Colonel Yang is not going to send Feng Wu back

if she stays

"What kind of porridge are you cooking, I'll help you." Yan Han rolled up his sleeves and was about to work.

Wang Zhaole saw Yan Han and thought that she had been looking for people to talk about the phoenix dance, Han Lu and Gao Ya, and it was only because of Yan Han's persuasion.

Thinking of this, Wang Zhaole's heart froze.

He subconsciously refused, "It's okay, isn't it just cooking porridge, it's easy, I'll do it myself."

Yan Han looked at her pitifully, "Brother Zhaole, do you think this happened because of me? I just want to do something to ease the guilt in my heart. I didn't expect Feng Wu's action to be so serious."

Wang Zhaole looked at her in shock.

Shouldn't the point of this matter be that you shouldn't encourage people to smear Feng Wu behind your back?

How did it become that the phoenix dance was so heavy?

Wang Zhaole felt a little awkward, and he directly refused Yan Han with a dark face, "I have to do what Colonel Yang told me to do, so I can only do it myself. In case something goes wrong, Yan Han, is it your responsibility or my responsibility?"

Wang Zhaole, who had never been so serious before, Yan Han's heart became colder and colder, she said weakly, "Why, how could something happen? What could happen? Brother Zhaole, do you just think about me like that?"

Yan Han cried.

Yan Han actually cried aggrieved, covered his face and ran away.

Wang Zhaole's whole person is not very good" "Did he say something wrong?

Yang Hong slapped Wang Zhaole on the shoulder, "You made her cry"

Wang Zhaole feels so wronged, "I didn't say a few words to her at all"

Is it that hard to be a boy?

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