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Chapter Ninety-Four

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    He touched the trousers at the head of the bed and dragged them into the quilt, and put them on his legs in a rusty way, while not forgetting to raise his head to pay attention to Wanyao's movement, and reminded:

    "You don't turn around, I haven't dressed yet."

    Of course Wanyao would not turn around, holding the tray with the medicine bottle, her face flushed slightly, she still urged: "Then why don't you hurry up and change it!"

    It's not the first time that Xiang Huan's old problem has caused her a disadvantage.

    When she was young, her mother often took her to visit the Xiang mansion. Once she came and went, she became familiar with almost all the servants in the mansion. Occasionally, there was no need for an adult to accompany her, and she came alone, and the servants and maids knew where to send people.  lead.

    At that time, Wan Yao was only about nine years old. Mrs. Wan was talking with a few female relatives in the front hall. She went around to the backyard to find the housekeeper to ask about Xiang Huan.

    "Second Young Master?" The latter said casually, "He is still in the room. He practiced guns all night last night, and he is probably falling asleep."

    Without even thinking about it, Wan Yao naturally followed the road to Xiang Huan's residence.  She was bored for several days, and wanted to take him out to fly a kite, because after a while, the wind might not be so strong.

    At that time, it was the season of spring and summer, the weather was half cold, and the door of the boy's room was ajar. She stood outside, folded her hands on her chest and called a few times cautiously.

    No one in the room responded.

    Wanyao then tried to stretch out her hand and pushed gently¡ª¡ª

    The small wooden door creaked, and the bed was on the left side. There was no screen in front of it, and the boy's sleeping posture stretched all over was displayed in her sight.

    Although his body hasn't grown yet, the habit of practicing martial arts for many years has made his arms and lower abdomen faintly grow strong muscles.

    It was the first time in Wanyao's life that she saw a boy naked. Although it was only the upper body and one leg exposed from the quilt, it was enough to subvert her cognition for the rest of her life.

    She stood there in a daze for quite a while, first she let out a cry of panic and panic, and then she ran out crying.

    It was difficult for Xiang Huan to be awakened by someone inexplicably, he almost fell under the bed, rubbed his messy hair and looked around blankly and innocently, as if he didn't understand what happened.

    I remember that after Wanyao ran to her mother and cried loudly for a while without a clue, Mrs. Wan and a group of Xiang family women kept their mouths open and didn't ask the truth. No matter what they said, the little girl just kept talking.  shaking his head.

    So in the end Xiang Nantian came forward, simply and rudely blamed Xiang Huan for everything, picked up a whip and chased him for an entire afternoon, but the latter was so beaten that he had no place to complain.

    "okay."

    When Wan Yao regained consciousness, he happened to make a sound.

    Xiang Huan's buttocks were smeared with a handful of medicine, and he couldn't lie down normally, so he could only lie there hugging a pillow. He managed to adjust the quilt, and he simply took off his shirt, and nodded to let her turn around.

    The girl's complexion was not good-looking, just after a toss, all the medicine bottles in the tray were upside down, in a mess.  Wan Yao put the whole thing heavily on the bedside, obviously a little annoyed.

    Xiang Huan smiled facelessly, raised his head and looked at her: "I didn't mean it either, why did I pouted my mouth so high."

    "It's like this every time!" Wan Yao looked angry, "Can't you dress properly?"

    "How could it happen every time, at most once or twice, three times or four times" He turned slightly, "Besides, you bumped into it yourself, so you can't blame me?"

    Wan Yao pursed her lips and ignored him, bending over to tidy up the medicine bottles.

    She fights coldly but it doesn't affect someone's thick skin, even if the pain behind her is hot, she still doesn't forget to move to the bedside and tease: "Didn't I watch you last time, I should let you see it today, we two are talking  flat.

    "I can not only see, but also touch, do you want to try it?"

    As he spoke, he lifted the quilt, exposing the scarred muscles on his chest.

    Wan Yao finally laughed at his brazenness, raised his hand and hit Xiang Huan on the back.

    In fact, her hand strength was not heavy, but she just touched the position near his wound. The latter's smile ended halfway, and he gritted his teeth and took a deep breath.

    Wan Yao was obviously frightened by his reaction, she stood up at a loss, wanted to check but felt it was inappropriate, her fingers hung back and forth in mid-air, tangled, and said with concern: "Does it hurt? Did you apply the medicine?  "

    Xiang Huan hugged the soft pillow in his arms, raised his eyes and glanced at her, "Thirty army sticks, do you think it hurts?"

    He complained speciously: "Your father is so kind, he gave me such a big gift when we met Fortunately, you still helped him to punish me."

    Wan Yao listened in her heart??I can¡¯t live without a new house, do you want to buy a house in the city?  "

    "Stop it." Wan Yao hesitated, "It's not good to make a big splash at this juncture"

    "That can't be casual Anyway, I will stay in this small place of Songzhou for a short time. I will buy a better one tomorrow, and I will buy another one for you."

    There have been chattering noises in the house.

    Xiang Nantian stood outside the courtyard, hands behind his back, bent his waist and listened quietly for a while, then straightened up a little relieved, raised his eyebrows very gratefully and thought to himself: My son didn't suffer.

    He walked back to the room in a leisurely manner, and his unlucky daughter rushed over chirping.

    Every time he meets Wanyao and faces Xiang Yuanyuan again, Xiang Nantian can't help but reflect on his mistakes in educating his children

    "Dad!"

    She stood at the door filled with righteous indignation, "I heard that my brother was beaten by the Wan family, and he can't lose his face if he is ashamed. Do we have to support him?"

    It seems that the tone of watching the excitement is not a big deal.

    Xiang Nantian picked up the teapot and poured water indifferently, "No need."

    He took a sip slowly, "I see that your brother is doing well." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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