Plans can't keep up with changes.
Wu Xinjingcai and Qiong became allies, and the "prince prince" in the plan proposed to return to China with Yan Qing to deal with Yan Weiwen.
Wu Zijun might be bored, so he joined in the fun, "I also want to go back to China for a few days."
Wu Xinjing looked at the neat three people, and felt a faint sense of loneliness that he was abandoned. But he controlled his emotions in place, and just said to Zhan Wuyou, "Come back after we're done with it?"
Zhan Wuyou smiled obediently and softly, "Well, come here after you've dealt with it. The medicinal food here is good, and both mother and Yan Qing's health has improved a lot."
Yan Qing and Wu Zijun stood on the left and right of Zhan Wuyou. Wen Yan touched each other's eyes in the air.
That medicated diet... the only difference from domestic traditional Chinese medicine is that he also put ingredients in it.
The original taste of the ingredients has already been soaked by the medicine, and it tastes dull and bitter in the mouth. The soup base is sour and bitter with a hint of spiciness, and the nausea is astringent with bitterness.
Wu Xinjing tasted it once, and felt a little sympathetic to the two. "Let the nutritionist improve the formula later?" He said and looked at Wu Zijun again, "Come back with Wuyou and the others? Or did my brother send someone to pick you up?"
"I'm not sure." Wu Zijun grinned slightly. "The domestic environment is beautiful. I didn't have the opportunity to look around before. Now I want to take a walk and have a look. Maybe I will come back in a few days, or I may come back in a year or so."
This is to travel
Wu Xinjing was in a daze for a few seconds.
After Wu Zijun followed him to Country X, he stayed in the manor all the time. Although he smiled on weekdays, the smile was always on the surface.
She is like a flower whose life has been overdrawn in advance, exuding a tiredness that is tired of the world.
But now... she's going out for a walk? And with that smile just now, her whole body was rejuvenated. Like a sunny rose, gorgeous and charming.
Wu Xinjing hugged her gently, "Bring the card that brother gave you, if it is not enough, tell me, if you are homesick, call brother at any time, and brother will come to pick you up."
Wu Zijun hugged back, and Wu Xinjing's embrace was very warm. She sniffed and whispered, "Thank you, brother."
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Zhan Wuyou booked tickets for the three of them, and it was inconvenient for Yan Weiwen to appear in front of everyone, so Wu Xinjing arranged for it to be transported back to China.
Wu Xinjing personally sent them to the airport. He wanted to send them to the plane, but he received a message from Qiong temporarily.
Joan: The old king has made a big deal in the hospital. If you want to know, come to my house quickly.
Wu Xinjing's eyes darkened.
The jerk.
"Uncle has something to deal with?" Zhan Wuyou was playing mahjong with Wu Zijun on the ipad in the VIP waiting room, when he raised his eyes to see Wu Xinjing's frowning eyebrows, he thoughtfully said, "If you have something to do, go back first, then I'll be on the plane in half an hour, no problem."
Wu Xinjing was originally sitting next to Wu Zijun, but upon hearing this, he glanced at the three of them.
He stood up from the chair and lightly smoothed his cuffs, "I have something to do, then I'll go back first, send me a message when it arrives?"
"Okay." Everyone replied in unison.
Wu Xinjing walked a few steps, looked back at the three heads sitting in this row, and couldn't help touching Zhan Wuyou's. After thinking about it, he touched Yan Qing who was sitting beside Zhan Wuyou.
Yan Qing obviously didn't have the habit of being touched on the head by elders. When Wu Xinjing put his palm on top of his head, the expression on his face froze slightly.
Wu Xinjing touched the two heads at once, then withdrew his hand, and said softly, "I'm leaving."
Zhan Wuyou turned his head to look at Yan Qing's rarely dull appearance, and smiled heartlessly, "Goodbye, uncle."
As soon as Wu Xinjing left, Zhan Wuyou tilted his body a little nervously, leaned close to Yan Qing and whispered, "How does it feel to be patted and killed?"
Yan Ye looked at him seriously, then suddenly stretched out his hand and rubbed it on Zhan Wuyou's head.
Zhan Wuyou gave a small cry, and then warned, "If you move again, I'll beat you!"
Wu Zijun was still happily watching the two of them mess around.
Hearing that his son was going to beat Yan Qing, he couldn't help but put down the ipad in his hand, and said, "Xiaoqing touched your head, why did you want to beat someone?"
Yan Qing was protected so that the corners of her lips raised.
Still rubbing the top of Zhan Wuyou's hair, he said caringly to Wu Zijun, "Aunt Wu tired? I just saw that there is a spa here, and the return flight takes a long time. Would you like to press it?" "
Wu Zijun was a little moved, but hesitant, "There are still 30 minutes to board the plane..."
Yan Qing recommended, "Be a muscle relaxer, the time is almost up, I'll call you, don't delay."
"Xiaoqing is really sensible." Wu Zijun is also a temperament that loves to enjoy, and the young couple obviously like to stick together, she is here, quite like a light bulb.
So I smiled and got up to go to the spa.
As soon as Wu Zijun left, Zhan Wuyou knocked off his hand that was pressing on top of his head.
His face changed in a second, "I have learned to take advantage of my mother."
Yan Qing smiled and stood up. Relying on the fact that it was an independent private room, which was concealed enough, he directly lifted Zhan Wuyou from his seat and sat on his lap. Like holding a child, let someone sit in your arms. Opening his mouth slightly, the words he said hit Zhan Wuyou's ear, "After I was ten years old, no one would dare to touch my head."
Zhan Wuyou couldn't help laughing, "I thought you would slap uncle's hand away just now."
"No," Yan Qing wrapped her arms around Zhan Wuyou's waist, "He is your uncle."
He obviously didn't say anything nasty, but Zhan Wuyou felt as if someone had forced a handful of candy into his arms, and his whole body became inexplicably sweet.
"Did you run out to find Joan yesterday?" Yan Qing reached out and pinched Zhan Wuyou's waist.
This man has a good appetite, but his waist is so thin that it can be strangled.
Zhan Wuyou patted his hand, "We talked about something."
"About uncle?" Yan Qing didn't stop after being photographed, her fingers were still groping into Zhan Wuyou's clothes along the hem. The skin under the palm is delicate and warm, with a fascinating smell.
Yan Qing's fingertips had a layer of calluses, which were slightly rough to the touch. Especially when he swept over the two small seeds on his chest, Zhan Wuyou trembled slightly.
"Don't mess around!"
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Since the two of them prepared to come to Country X, they have never participated in any harmonious sports. I have to go back to my country this time, but I haven't been able to come here for the last time.
They are all adults with normal physiology, so they are easy to catch fire if they are next to each other.
Coupled with the messy hand, Zhan Wuyou's throat was a little dry. He couldn't help clapping his hand again, "You tricked mom into going to the spa, just for this?"
Yan Qing had also passed out, and he buried his face on Zhan Wuyou's thin back impatiently, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll listen to you, don't do it. Just touch."
Zhan Wuyou, "..." What's the difference between this and me just dawdling and not going in? What's more, he was a little bit unbearable.
He took a deep breath, pulled away Yan Qing's hand that was in his clothes, and stood up.
Yan Qing sat on the chair and looked at him, it was already erected and looked bulging.
Although the medicated diet was highly disliked by the two of them, the effect was good. Yan Qing's body looks a lot stronger than when she came here, and she looks a little sexy when she sits on a chair with her legs wide open.
Zhan Wuyou looked around, and then squatted between Yan Qing's legs like a thief.
Yan Qing's eyes lit up.
Zhan Wuyou's heart softened, he stretched out his hand and slowly slid down the zipper, and said in a low voice, "Let's say it first, one time per person. You, you hurry up."
Having said that, I lowered my head...
[The author has something to say]: It's almost over (*＾3＾), thank you little cuties for accompanying me all the way, I love you all (*?︶?*)