Chapter 0212 Yamada Fairy: How about physical persuasion?

Feeling the position of Nangong Yan's hand pressing, although there is no strange feeling across the clothes, it still makes her pretty face blush.

After three minutes without thinking about crookedness...

"It's amazing!" Wen Nai couldn't help but exclaimed, "It doesn't hurt at all!"

After speaking, he jumped twice!

"Okay! I'm going home, you can also contact me if you have a stomachache in the future. You can still take the medicine without taking it."

Hearing this sentence, Guqiao Wennai understood why Nangong Yan had a tangled face when she said just now to help her massage, because always taking medicine is harmful to the body!

That's why Nangong asked to give me a massage? Even if this seems a little frivolous, he still said it? Is it to make me take less medicine?

Obviously, it can be regarded as ignorance, or a few words of concern... But, Nangong-kun still said to help me massage my stomach...

Thinking of this, her heart beat fiercely twice!

"...Well, goodbye, Lord Nangong, I will call you if I have something to do."

Nangong Yan didn't speak, just smiled and waved, then turned and left with Yang.

Looking at Nangong Yan's back, it took a long time for Wen Nai Guqiao to enter the house.

...

"The light is on..." Next door to Wen Nai's house, you can see from the window that the people inside are busy, "In this way, your brothers and sisters are also well taken care of...Little guy."

"During the day, I said it was all right." Yang, who was held in his arms by Nangong Yan, raised his paw and pressed his chest. "We have found our own family members. These two children are, that child... Eight too, of course...Me too."

"So, I don't need to worry about so much anymore! It's okay to see them once in a while!"

"Hmm..." Nangong Yan let out a sigh of relief, "By the way, I haven't seen Xiao Ba for about half a month? Do you want to see him tomorrow?"

Nangong Yan said to himself: "I'll also go and tell Nana by the way, maybe I will see those two children in the future!"

Yang was silent for a moment, after all, he said: "... Then go, although you don't want to disturb their lives... But let's talk about it."

Nangong Yan gently stroked the little guy, and only she would consider so much for her younger siblings.

I am afraid that Yang himself feels that if he suddenly broke into their current life, would it be bad? So just wait and see from afar...

"Then I will inform Nana and go tomorrow morning!"

Anyway, the banquet is in the evening, and there is plenty of time! But the day after tomorrow, I should set off to the village Zheng's house. Thinking about it this way... I always feel that the schedule is pretty tight...

"Nana, I am Nangong Yan, um, I still ask you to do me a favor, and take Xiao Ba with you tomorrow..."

...

"I'm back!"

"Welcome back……"

Nangong Yan was speechless for a while, how could this welcome be weak.

As soon as he entered the house, the goblin was lying on the sofa and playing with his mobile phone.

It should be because of the village levy, right? Otherwise, the fairy would go to Sagiri's room to look for her to play.

Putting Yang on her back, Nangong Yan asked, "Why didn't you see you write a novel? Is it finished?"

"Write?" The goblin glanced at him, "How could I use such a low-level way?"

"Hi, hi~ I understand...'Dark Summon', right? Summon the manuscript from the devil world with your powerful magic power, right?" Nangong Yan rolled his eyes.

"Oh?" The goblin glanced at him unexpectedly, "Homura, you know it well! By the way, have I ever said this?"

The goblin scratched his head, always feeling like he hadn't said it.

"Even if you haven't said the same thing, you have said something similar? After all, it's you..."

"...Well, too! You make sense!"

"Actually, I also know that you are not motivated and don't want to write novels, but I am a little worried about one thing."

"What to worry about!" The goblin propped up with one hand and patted her chest with one hand. "No problem! I'm in a good mood recently, so the magic power is also abundant! The manuscript has been summoned!"

Nangong Yan nodded: "That's good, as long as you don't be in club activities when your editor suddenly rushes in and abducts you."

The corner of the fairy's eyes twitched. This kind of thing was still possible before, how could it happen now? !

"Mr Nangong, it's time to persuade dad...did you dad?" asked Cunzheng, who had just finished writing this novel.

"The day after tomorrow, there will be a banquet at Yinglili's house tomorrow, and my dad will only inform me this afternoon."

Cunzheng nodded, and the day after tomorrow was the day after tomorrow. She just wanted to know the specific time, and didn't mean to urge.

"Party..." the goblin muttered to himself, "It feels interesting, but it should also be troublesome? It's not as comfortable as playing games at home."

"Actually, it's nothing interesting..." Nangong Homura shrugged, "Unless it sneaks out like Saori said before, that might be interesting."

"To be honest, if it weren't for my father to inform me, plus the banquet hosted by Yinglili's house, I really wouldn't bother to go."

Seeing that the host who often attends the banquet is saying such boring words, the goblin has no interest at all in an instant!

"By the way, fairy, shall we discuss how to convince Murakami's father?"

"Can't it be straightforward?" The goblin replied while playing with his mobile phone.

"My dad... Father is opposed to me writing novels, and he said it before." It was Cunzheng who spoke.

"Really, why is the aging old man so troublesome..." The goblin muttered speechlessly, put down the phone, "Or let Homura go up! Physically persuade!"

Nangong Yan: "..."

Qianshou Village Sign: "..."

Want to persuade her dad physically in front of her daughter? You are really enough...

Being watched by Murakami, the goblin couldn't bear her gaze: "Ahhaha...just kidding! By the way! Didn't Murakura's father write novels too? Or let's use the way of writing novels to convince us. Him!"

You really have a bad idea! But that's right, the fairy doesn't know who Murakami's father is after all.

"What kind of method is this? Are you not going to be specific?" Nangong Yan raised his eyebrows.

"Just make him feel interesting too? So write something on the spot to let him see our abilities, right?"