Song Fengwan said something. There are not many people by the sea at night, and there are no one in the coconut forest. You follow the little girl in sneakily, and it is normal for others to treat you as a hooligan.

But Xiao Jingan is also 1.8 meters tall and full of tendons, and he didn't expect to beat him so much.

"You're still right to hit someone?" Yan Zhihuan must be unable to swallow his breath when he saw the person he liked was beaten.

She was disliked by her, but now she stared at her fiercely, her eyes as if they were about to spit out of fire.

"Mr. Xiao, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it." Song Fengwan apologized sincerely to him, then turned his head to look at Yan Zhihuan, "Is this OK?"

"I was really scared just now. I didn't do it lightly or seriously. Why are you in pain? I'll call 120 and take you to the hospital."

"I pay for medical expenses or something."

Song Fengwan didn’t believe it, did he have the right to go to the hospital?

"No, I didn't say anything to scare you, but I didn't expect you to misunderstand it. It was my fault." Xiao Jingan had already straightened up, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

He is also a well-known person in Nanjiang. He was sent to the hospital. The matter spread and might cause even more trouble. Moreover, he was unreasonable about this matter and was kicked down by a little girl.

Even if you arrive at the hospital, how can you check?

Let him check his underworld? He is shameless.

Because something happened to Xiao Jing'an, everyone left unhappily. Yan Zhihuan originally wanted to send him back. Xiao Jing'an was already embarrassed enough today. He didn't want to see her at all, and he didn't speak well to her.

She could only take Yan Shaochen's car and take Song Fengwan back.

**

Fu Chen was originally calling Song Fengwan, but when he heard her say something was going to be dealt with, he hung up the phone.

Then he saw the message Qianjiang sent two minutes ago, [The man showing off his muscles on the beach is following Miss Song.]

Fu Chen squinted his eyes and showed off his muscles?

【His hand was put on Miss Song's shoulder.】

【Miss Song kicked him **, and he screamed so hard.】

【Ms. Song kicked hard, and punched again…】

...

Fu Chen reached out and pinched his eyebrows, and his brain hurt a little bit.

Xiao Jingan should feel glad that he really escaped from death this time, only Song Fengwan beat him. If Qianjiang rushed over, he would probably be ruined today.

"Shifang." Fu Chen took a deep breath.

"San Master?" Shifang kept guarding the edge.

"Have you booked a flight ticket to Nanjiang?"

"Well, it's seven o'clock tomorrow morning. If you want to get up early, you'd better go to bed earlier."

"Have you gone up the mountain?"

"Well, on the big weekend, I yelled to go back to the mountain after school."

Fu Chen nodded.

**

Nanjiang Yan Family

When the few people arrived home, Qiao Aiyun was sitting beside the old lady learning embroidery.

"Grandma--" Yan Zhihuan pinched her throat, her voice was delicate, and she sat beside her and acted coquettishly and tried to please her.

That kind of behavior is clearly telling Song Fengwan how close she has to the Yan family.

"Are you back?" The old lady reached out and held down her reading glasses, with an unknown meaning sliding across her eyes.

"Yes." Yan Zhihuan felt a bit like a demonstration.

Huang Ma's eyelids twitched, and glanced at Song Fengwan on the side. She usually likes to play tricks the most and makes the old lady happy, but she rarely makes her so sticky. At this moment, she feels dazzling in anyone's eyes.

Qiao Aiyun put the needle down and glanced at Yan Zhihuan without saying a word.

"Wanwan, are you having fun? Come to grandma's side." Although the old lady was a little presbyopic, she knew it in her heart.

The sisters' father left early, so she took care of her more, and she had no grandchildren, so she naturally walked closer. She was usually more scoundrels, so she turned a blind eye. If she wanted to use herself to give Song Fengwan a warning, she would probably have made a wrong plan.

Song Fengwan walked over with a smile and sat on the other side of her, "I'm very happy, thank you grandma."

The old lady pulled out the arm that Yan Zhihuan was holding, held Song Fengwan's hand, and patted her kindly and kindly, "Just be happy, I'll let the young minister tomorrow..."

Yan Zhihuan's expression froze, and Yan Shaochen beside him sneered, which was simply stupid.

"No, I was very tired of having fun today, I want to have a good rest." Yan Shaochen still had to go to work, so she was so embarrassed to bother him so much.

"Don't want to play? You just finished the college entrance examination and should relax."

"Maybe I've been playing hard today and my legs are sore."

...

The old lady originally planned to let Yan Shaochen and the sisters play with Song Feng for a few days, so she arranged for them to move into the house.

Song Fengwan didn't want to go out tomorrow, so she couldn't let them go home at this moment, so she still asked a few people to sleep.

**

After a few people returned to the house, the old lady deliberately brought Yan Zhihuan to her room.

"Is something happened when I went out today?" She wiped her glasses with a cloth.

"No." Yan Zhihuan laughed brightly.

"I think you seem to have an objection to Wanwan."

The old lady smiled kindly, her eyes were a little muddy and dim, but she looked at things clearly.

Yan Zhihuan's heart trembled, "No, no."

"She is gentle and is my granddaughter again. You are of the same age. I hope you can get along well. I don't want to see anything you shouldn't see. You are very smart and know what I mean."

Yan Wangchuan and Qiao Aiyun will have a drink in a few days, and she doesn't want any trouble.

This is no longer a reminder, but a warning, and it is clear that Song Fengwan is the granddaughter of their Yan family.

Yan Zhihuan was dissatisfied, but could only smile.

"I know, I get along well with her."

"That's good, you go and give her a glass of milk." The old lady hoped that they could get along well.

Yan Zhihuan is a bit arrogant, but he is very obedient. The old lady is so harsh and she understands very well. She should know what to do.

"Yeah." Yan Zhihuan was with her again, said a few words of flattery before leaving.

When I went out, my face changed.

What is Song Fengwan? How long have they known each other? Grandma is just looking at her like this! What is the granddaughter of the Yan family? Is she related to the Yan family?

Pretending to be simple and harmless.

Thinking of Xiao Jingan being beaten, this girl is obviously not a fuel-efficient lamp. She is so ruthless and has a very powerful mouth.

Even if I was angry, I had no choice. The old lady still had to listen to her words. She was planning to go downstairs to pour milk.

"Zhihuan." Yan Zhile was waiting in the corridor. After all, he was a sister. He could tell what was going on when he looked at her expression. "Grandma was very nice to us. Dad left early. If she hadn't helped her, how could we go to college?"

"Song Fengwan is her granddaughter now. Grandma likes her so much. I think their family is in a harmonious relationship. Isn't that good? Don't cause trouble."

"You know that grandma's temper, too."

"I know." Yan Zhihuan just couldn't stand his sister's cowardly and incompetent appearance.

I am willing to be mediocre and have no ambitions, and I have to let her learn from myself, being submissive and timid, which is simply annoying.

"You know, don't go back to sleep?"

"Grandma asked me to go downstairs to give her a glass of milk."

Yan Zhile knew his sister's temper, and Xiao Jingan had an accident, so she was afraid that she would not be able to hold back, "I'll go with you."

"It's up to you." Yan Zhihuan didn't appreciate her kindness.

**

Song Fengwan had just taken a shower, wearing headphones and videos with Fu Chen, and then hung up the phone when he heard the knock on the door.

"Who?" Song Fengwan pulled off the headphone cable in panic.

"It's me." Yan Zhile's voice.

"Wait a moment."

When Song Fengwan opened the door, the sisters stood at the door, Yan Zhile holding a tray in his hand, which contained milk and a box of small biscuits.

"Send you some food."

"Thank you, come in quickly." Song Fengwan couldn't get the things and closed the door and invited the two of them into the house.
To be continued...