The prosperous mansion.

Everyone knew that Yan Zhixu was injured. Yan Zheng, Nan Wenshu and others rushed home to greet her.

Yan Zheng was wearing a well-tailored black suit, the fabric was of fine workmanship, and the buttons were meticulously fastened.

The elegant and gentle face was full of anxiety, even when signing an order worth hundreds of millions.

He brought a cup of hot milk to her, lowered his voice, and asked with concern in his eyes, "Axu, is the injury serious, does it hurt?"

Yan Zhixu sat on the sofa, watching the family treat him like a fragile porcelain doll, the corners of his mouth twitched.

He took a sip of the hot milk and said, "I'm fine, you don't have to worry too much."

Hearing this, Yan Zheng nodded.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Yan Jinxiu, the anger in his heart rose, raised his hand, and slapped it on the back of his son's head.

"What's the matter with you? You didn't even know who was stopping your sister at the time? Your sister is a weak woman with no strength. Shouldn't this kind of thing be done by a big man like you? It's okay. Your sister is fine, or do you believe I broke your leg?"

The crackling scolding resounded through the living room, the gentle face no longer existed, the anger was mixed in the eyes, and the sleeves were rolled up in a manner of repairing people.

Yan Jinxiu: "..."

He was slapped, rubbed the back of his head, and the unruly breath all over his body no longer existed.

He lowered his head and said, "Dad, I know I was wrong, I'm sorry, I didn't stop my sister."

When his sister jumped down to save Minxi without hesitation, his heart was hanging high in his throat, and he was about to jump out of the body nervously.

If something happened to his sister under his nose, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

"Humph."

Seeing that he bowed his head to admit his mistake and had a good attitude, Yan Zheng's face was gloomy, and he snorted coldly, went to the sofa and sat down, took a glass of warm water and drank it.

The living room was dead silent and the atmosphere condensed.

"Ding-dong-"

A doorbell rang to break the silence, and after a minute, Wang Ma brought a man in a white lab coat, who was rushing in.

He wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and carries two simple black bags in his hands.

Fu Shimo's **** Adam's apple wriggled, his voice was hoarse and magnetic, his attitude was humble and polite, neither humble nor arrogant, "Master Yan, uncle and aunt, I'm sorry, I took the liberty to come to disturb me."

Seeing the person coming, Yan Zhixu's eyes flashed with surprise, he lifted his eyelids, and raised his eyes to face him.

The long and narrow Danfeng eyes under his lens are no longer as unfathomable as usual, and there is an easily perceptible anxiety in the bottom of his eyes.

Emotional leakage, full of worry, just looking at each other can make people fall into it, and it is difficult to get out.

Nan Wenshu's eyes lit up.

Getting up from the sofa, stepping on a pair of slippers and walking to Fu Shimo, he opened his mouth with a smile.

"What's so disturbing? Dean Fu is busy with work. It's really good to take time out of his busy schedule to visit us."

Looking at the appearance of Dean Fu, 80% of them came from the hospital immediately after seeing the news.

Under the leadership of Nan Wenshu, Fu Shimo walked to the sofa and sat down, putting down the gift, "Auntie, just call me Shimo or Xiao Fu."

"Go, go, go."

Nan Wenshu nodded again and again, enthusiastically poured a glass of water in front of Fu Shimo, and went to the kitchen to wash a portion of fruit.

Yan Jinxiu took this scene into his eyes, feeling speechless in his heart, and rolled his eyes.

Whew, those who didn't know thought that Dean Fu was her real son!