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Chapter 464 Why is it me

Song Botao was so angry that he cursed outside, but for Song Wenqi, he was obviously used to it.

"Tell me, he didn't mess around with my apartment. He ran back to toss my kitchen on purpose!"

Song Botao was so angry that he was almost out of breath.

Since Song Wenqi was kidnapped and rescued when he was a child, the child seemed to have suddenly changed his temperament and would do whatever he could fight against him.

Song Wenqi pursed his lips and said, "That's right, I can't bear to worry about my apartment. If this fire is lit, I have to redecorate it."

Song Botao was so angry that he could no longer bear the words and fainted.

"Old Song! Old Song! Come on, call the family doctor!"

Mrs. Chen remembers sweating.

Song Wenqi took a shower, and was already numb to the old man's look of being so angry that he was very angry every now and then.

Anyway, the family doctor has been preparing at home, so the old man is reluctant to die.

He took a shower, changed his clothes, saw himself with a bare forehead in the mirror, found a hat to bring it with him, and left the house directly.

After finding a barber shop, Song Wenqi directly asked someone to shave him a bald man.

How can he modify such a look?

When I came out, I felt a chill in my forehead and I was really not used to it, especially when the people around me looked at him in unison. The look made Song Wenqi want to get angry.

"What are you looking at! I haven't seen a monk before, have you?"

Song Wenqi roared lowly, scaring the people around him quickly left.

Just as he was thinking about whether to buy some food, he received a call from Chen Zi'an.

Song Wenqi opened the answer button and said, "Boy, I heard you have a cold? Why are you so bad? Your mom is fine, don't worry, I just came back from the hospital, your mom is in good spirits."

Hearing Song Wenqi say this, Chen Zian felt relieved, but whispered: "Uncle Song, thank you. I heard you saved my mommy last night."

Old Mrs. Ye didn't know about this, how could Chen Zi'an know about it?

Song Wenqi was slightly stunned, then remembered Chen Zi'an's talent. It was probably that this little brat had invaded the hospital's computer system.

"You are not good at this. You can't invade other people's security systems without permission from others. Do you know that you are illegal?"

"I'm just worried about mommy."

Chen Zi'an's voice was a little hoarse, accompanied by a burst of coughing, which made Song Wenqi feel a little distressed.

Thinking of him as Chen Mange's son, Shen Mange couldn't take care of him now, and couldn't help but say, "I'll buy some delicious food and go see you."

"Okay! I want to eat durian crisp."

Chen Zi'an is not polite at all.

Song Wenqi smiled and said, "Wait, I'll buy it for you now."

"Okay, I'll wait for Uncle Song."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Zian got up and wanted to change his clothes, but saw Old Mrs. Ye walking in.

"grandmother."

"Are you better?"

Old Mrs. Ye felt very sorry for this grandson.

"It's much better. Uncle Song is going to come to see me later."

Chen Zi'an's words made Old Mrs. Ye slightly stunned, but she smiled and said, "Okay, but you should also pay attention to rest, do you know?"

"Thank you grandma."

Old Mrs. Ye touched Chen Zi'an's forehead and saw that his fever had subsided. He asked someone to prepare some hot water, so Chen Zi'an went there.

When Song Wenqi came to the old house of Ye, he was shocked by Old Lady Ye.

"Mr. Song, your style is too unique, right?"

Old Mrs. Ye didn't have the nerve to say anything else, and finally found such a word to express it.

Song Wenqi touched his bare forehead and smiled and said, "Old Mrs. Ye, don't you know? This is called fashion."

“Oh, fashion.”

Old Mrs. Ye smiled faintly, but thought to herself that if her two sons made such a look, she would beat them to death.

"Zi'an is upstairs, you go."

Old Mrs. Ye shrugged her shoulders and then went to Chen Zi'an's room.

"Boy, your durian crisp."

Song Wenqi directly handed the durian pastry to Chen Zi'an.

Chen Zi'an looked at Song Wenqi in surprise, but he didn't react for a long time.

"How is it? Cool?"

Song Wenqi asked with a smile.

Chen Zi'an nodded and said, "Cool, it looks like it comes out of it."

"Can you speak?"

Song Wenqi was already depressed, but now he was even more depressed when he heard Chen Zi'an say this.

"It's so ugly?"

"Okay, it's okay. Just look at the habit."

Chen Zi'an gave Song Wenqi some face.

Song Wenqi sat aside in a disgust and said, "I wouldn't have to worry about it if I had known it."

"What to toss?"

"You have to care!"

Song Wenqi won’t tell Chen Zian that he flirted his hair to cook for Chen Mange.

Seeing that he didn't want to say anything, Chen Zi'an didn't ask anymore, but just ate the durian crispy quietly, but took out a small bottle of medicine from the drawer beside him and handed it over.

"What's this?"

Song Wenqi asked curiously.

Chen Zian said, "Uncle Yang Fan gave it to me, saying it is very useful for wound healing. I'm giving it to you with a unique secret recipe. Thank you for saving my mommy yesterday."

Song Wenqi smiled, without any pretentiousness, and directly opened the ointment and untied her clothes in front of Chen Zi'an.

When Chen Zi'an saw the wound on Song Wenqi's shoulder, his eyes were slightly shimmering.

"Uncle Song, does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt! How can a big man feel bleeding or crying? Come on, stinky brat, I can't reach it myself."

Song Wenqi was not polite to Chen Zi'an at all.

In his opinion, this is not only Chen Mange's son, but also Ye Nanxian's son.

He doesn't need to do it in vain.

Chen Zi'an put down the durian crisps, went to wash his hands, and began to apply medicine to Song Wenqi as Yang Fan said.

"ah!"

Song Wenqi suddenly screamed.

"You little brat, be gentle, 1 Damn! What kind of medicine is this? Why is it so hot like chili water? You guy shouldn't be slandering me?"

Song Wenqi was so painful that his whole body was thrusting.

He has rarely suffered these pain points.

Chen Zian said lightly: "If a big man is bleeding or not, what is this pain? Uncle Song isn't this what you said just now? Why? I can't help it? I forgot to tell you that Uncle Yang Fan said that this medicine is more medicinal and painful, but the effect is very good. If nothing unexpected happens, your wound will be scabbed tomorrow."

While talking, Chen Zi'an continued to apply medicine.

Song Wenqi wanted to escape from this room now, but unfortunately, thinking that he was so old that he could no longer lose face in front of Chen Zi'an, he could only grit his teeth and endure it, but his eyes were a little red.

Mom, that's a jerk!

He really didn't want to cry!

It was a particularly sensational smell that stimulated his nose and made him cry involuntarily.

Song Wenqi wanted to retain his image, but the world did not meet his wishes, and tears fell down.

Oh shit!

It really hurts!
To be continued...