He didn't feel that he was owing his hand, but now, he really owes his hand.

I missed him and wanted to fight Yan Juechen, although he was very lazy.

However, he still has the strength to beat Yan Juechen.

Qiao Zhanbei didn't say anything, and suddenly stood up. The movement of getting up was filled with anger.

When Yan Juechen saw Qiao Zhanbei's attitude of taking action, he squeezed his wrist and also increased his strength.

It seems that it is adding fuel to the fire, and it is impossible not to fight.

Is it wrong to say that his hand is owed? Then he should break his fingers, and he dares to click on his sister's face.

The fire spreads rapidly at a glance, and it must be a prairie fire.

Just as the two of them were about to go out to fight, a low voice from behind him, "No fighting is allowed."

Qiao Zhanbei and Yan Juechen turned around at the same time, looking at Nan Er still sleeping with his eyes closed.

However, what he said just now was indeed what Nan Er said.

The ring was already set up and the drum beat was also ringing, but the four light words stopped.

Well, this is Brother Nan’s awesomeness.

Qiao Zhanbei took back his hand, glanced at Yan Juechen, and sat back to the bed.

Yan Juechen was also angry and said to the driver, drove the car to the examination room, and then sat back to the massage chair.

evening

Qiao Zhanbei did not let Nan'er sleep for a long time. If he slept too much, he would not sleep well at night, which would affect tomorrow's exam.

At this time, Nan Er was sitting on a massage chair, pressing and eating fruits and watching the cartoon.

Those clear and indifferent eyes would occasionally sweep towards the two men at the dining table.

Yan Juechen and Qiao Zhanbei looked ugly one than the other.

At this time, they were not disliked by each other, but they were all disliked by what they were in their hands.

Yan Juechen is really not a patient person. His only good temper and good temperament have given him his younger brother and sister.

Qiao Zhanbei looked at the rice dumpling leaves in his hand. Why is this thing so annoying?

If you put the stuffing and miss it, you can't hold it at all.

Let’s look at Yan Juechen again, his condition is similar to that of him.

Two pieces of rice dumpling leaves were in his hands, and they couldn't wrap the stuffing that was constantly sprinkled.

Both of them were holding it down, and they couldn't throw away the rice dumpling leaves in their hands.

I don’t know where Yan Juechen heard it from, so he insisted on making rice dumplings.

Zongzi, high school, has a great meaning.

Nan'er can make rice dumplings, but she was driven back when she wanted to do it twice.

Qiao Zhanbei's reason remains unchanged, and the Qiao family's wife cannot enter the kitchen.

Although it is a RV, it is also a kitchen.

Not to mention Yan Juechen, his sister cannot touch these things with her hands.

Nan Er just rested obediently, relaxed, and watched the two of them think about it themselves.

Lazy Qiao Qiao really doesn’t know how to make money, even if she has made rice dumplings.

If you want to be proficient, you have to book many to practice.

What's more, he has never made it, but in order to let his children eat rice dumplings.

Qiao Zhanbei is really patient and tried it over and over again.

By following the video of your mobile phone, it is easy to watch someone’s bag.

But it’s different if you get started by yourself.

Two pairs of hands are like fighting.

Yan Juechen looked at Qiao Zhanbei tied the zongzi rope, and then looked at the unpacked zongzi in his hand, and his face turned even more ugly.

The moment I tied the zongzi rope, my lazy eyes lit up when I knocked on Zhanbei.

After more than forty minutes, I finally made one and it was done.
Chapter completed!