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Chapter 63 Don't Run Away From Home

"Luo Weiwei..." The deep and indifferent voice was exactly the same as last night, it was obviously an ordinary name that couldn't be more ordinary, and it seemed to be a little more sophisticated when he pronounced it.

Her mind went through the scene of the boy hanging his head and pressing her against the wall uncontrollably.

Luo Weiwei's face turned red, and when she realized that her face was very hot, she quickly turned her gaze away, coughed twice and asked, "...what are you doing?"

Fan Yihang put the ointment on the table next to him, leaned forward, clasped her chin with two fingers with one hand, the force was a bit heavy, and Luo Weiwei was forced to look at him again.

He lowered his head and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Luo Weiwei, what on earth do you want to say?"

Luo Weiwei's heart was beating like a drum, and she didn't know what was wrong with her little heart, she just felt that the skin touched by Fan Yihang's cool fingers was a little hot - mainly her face was hot.

Being so close, she could see his eyelashes that were longer than hers, but at this moment, Fan Yihang's eyes were extremely cold, which gave her a chill.

"What do you want to say?" she asked.

Fan Yihang frowned slightly, and said coldly: "You said so much, what exactly do you want to express?"

Luo Weiwei tightened her palms and grabbed the edge of the chair.

She did have something to say...

"I want to say." She paused, took a deep breath before continuing: "You have such a good family condition and a family that loves you, so you shouldn't have conflicts with your family."

"So?" He looked at her.

"So...don't run away from home."

There was a moment of silence in the room. Fan Yihang took a deep look at her, let go of the hand restraining her chin indifferently, sat up straight, and silently painted the last spot on the back of her hand where no ointment had been applied, and then Putting the ointment back into the medicine box, he stood up and threw away the garbage from the wound treatment.

Luo Weiwei stood up and asked, "Did you listen to me?"

Fan Yihang paused when he closed the medicine box, and suddenly turned to look at her.

Luo Weiwei became quiet, she was always easily overwhelmed by the indescribable, let's call it aura in Fan Yihang's body.

Fortunately, Fan Yihang only glanced at her, then looked away, and continued to do what he was doing.

Nothing really happened, just tossing the cotton balls and stuff and putting the medicine box back in place.

Luo Weiwei didn't dare to speak anymore, she rolled her eyes and saw a photo frame on the table.

In the photo frame, Fan Yihang stood between a middle-aged man and woman, his face was still sullen, but the middle-aged man and woman smiled happily.

Are those Fan Yihang's parents?It feels so loving, and her parents...

She walked over to take a closer look, but just as her hand touched the top of the photo frame, there was a "bang", Fan Yihang put the photo frame on the table, and said coldly: "Luo Weiwei, being a guest at someone's house doesn't mean you can touch people casually Home things, don’t you understand this truth?”

Luo Weiwei was a little confused, she withdrew her hands and explained helplessly: "I, I just want to see..."

Before she could speak, Fan Yihang interrupted her: "Aren't you treating other people's homes too much as your own?"

Luo Weiwei was completely quiet, her eyes were a little red.

From childhood to adulthood, because she had such a terrible biological father, and later remarried with her mother, she has suffered grievances ranging from ten baskets to nine baskets, but she actually seldom felt like crying. Except that time when Ruan Yujuan called her crazy.

But now, at this moment, she really felt wronged.

She kindly wanted to help him reconcile with Grandpa Fan, but what did she get in the end?
She didn't want to get anything, but she wasn't treated like this by him, was she?
Luo Weiwei pushed the base of her tongue slightly, swallowed the uncontrollable bitterness in her throat, and looked at Fan Yihang expressionlessly.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't touch your things, let alone come to your house! I'm meddling in my own business, don't worry, I won't do it again!" slippery, one staggered and fell to the ground.

"..."

She wanted to cry just now, but now she wants to die!

Forget it.

Anyway, it wasn't the first time she had met Fan Yihang who was ashamed. Luo Weiwei clenched her fist resignedly and quickly got up from the ground.

Fan Yihang just bent down to reach out to help, but saw Luo Weiwei had stood up like a normal person and continued to run outside.

He froze for a moment, curled up his fingers, straightened his back and tried not to catch up.

He turned his head to look at the photo frame covered by him on the table, reached out to pick it up, took a look, opened the drawer and put it in, and then walked downstairs slowly.

……

"Weiwei, are you ready?" Mr. Fan was waiting for the takeaway to arrive, when he saw Luo Weiwei coming down, he said, "I ordered takeaway, and I have to wait a little longer before the meal can be served."

Luo Weiwei walked over and bowed: "I'm sorry, Grandpa Fan, I have something to do at home, so I have to go first."

After finishing speaking, she didn't wait for the old man to answer, and ran directly to the door.

"Hey, you are..." Old Master Fan stood up in astonishment, turned his head and saw his grandson coming downstairs, and quickly waved: "Quick! Weiwei is gone, you go see him off."

"I'm not going." Fan Yihang sat down on the sofa, swiping up and down the phone screen, frowning.

Fan Zengming saw that something was wrong, walked over with a bowed back, took the crutch leaning on the sofa, and poked his grandson's foot.

"Did you quarrel with Weiwei?"

Fan Yihang answered without thinking: "No."

"If there is nothing, there is!" Fan Zengming hit the ground twice with his crutches, and ordered: "Go out and chase after me!"

Fan Yihang turned his head sideways, frowned deeply, and spit out two words: "No."

He didn't mind anything Luo Weiwei touched, except for his parents.

"Hey! You don't even listen to me!" Mr. Fan was so angry that he wanted to hit Fan Yihang with a cane, but was grabbed by Fang Haifan who ran over.

"Let go!" Old Master Fan trembled with anger.

"Old man, I'm coming!" Fang Haifan let go of his crutches, handed the mobile phone in front of Fan Yihang and said, "Young Master, you'd better chase after him, no matter why you are arguing...you should take a look at this first."

Fang Haifan was holding Mr. Fan's mobile phone, because he saw a small robot installed in every room in the house just now, and only after asking about it did he realize that it was an intelligent surveillance.

So he also wanted to buy a few to keep at home, so he asked for Mr. Fan's mobile phone to check the picture quality, but when he clicked on the monitoring playback, he saw a scene that surprised him.

Fan Yihang raised his eyes to look at the past, and old man Fan came over curiously.

The angle of the video was shot from the entrance of the kitchen, and it happened to record that when Fan Yihang and Fan Zengming almost quarreled, Luo Weiwei turned her head and put her hand down the burning natural gas stove, and then deliberately put her hand into the bowl. over there...

If it wasn't for the parties, they might not understand, but Fan Yihang and Fan Zengming, as the parties, realized at the same time: The reason why Luo Weiwei accidentally burned her sleeve and hurt herself was to make them stop arguing.

The living room fell silent.

(End of this chapter)