But there is also a second situation: such as sitting on the nephew's lap.

However, this situation basically does not exist, and with the stereotypical nature of the nephew, it should be difficult to sit on his lap as soon as he enters the room and pulls Shi Ning.

That......

The little chubby bird must be sitting at the desk.

The chair on the side of the desk is at an angle just towards the bed, well, that's right, one is sitting on the bed, the other is sitting on the chair, and the self-denial and revenge did not cross the thunder pool by half a step.

Yang Qiwei, who was steady, breathed a sigh of relief, and when he was relieved, he was faced with another very serious matter: how to solve eavesdropping?

With his own understanding of his nephew, this kid will definitely not let go easily, so ...... Yang Qiwei, who reacted very quickly, held his waist and fell his gaze on Shi Ning.

Little fat bird, whether Uncle Yang can walk out of the room "alive" from Zhi'an's hands depends on you.

Holding his waist, Yang Qiwei suddenly grinned his teeth, gasped a few times in a row, and didn't straighten up when he held his waist for half a sound, "It's flashed, my old waist flashed again." ”

As a senior person with a back injury, Yang Qiwei can sometimes sprain his waist with a casual small action.

Whether it was a real sprain or a fake sprain, Lu Zhi'an only glanced at it, and then withdrew his gaze lightly and stopped looking.

Fake sprain, Bo sympathy.

When Shi Ning heard this, he really thought that he had sprained his waist, so he hurriedly went over to help, "You can come in and listen to what you want to hear, why do you want to listen to the corners of the wall?" You can't live by doing your own sin, and you sprained your waist today because you brought it on yourself. ”

If you want to listen to Shi Ning's comfort, it basically doesn't exist, and at this time you only say "you asked for it", which is still polite.

"......" Yang Qiwei, who was supporting his waist, twisted his eyes, thinking that Shi Ning would more or less care about his old man, and he could take the opportunity to leave immediately, but the result was ......

waited for the sentence "You can't live if you do your own evil", Yang Qiwei's expression froze.

Why are these two children more heart-piercing than the other?

It doesn't matter if he doesn't speak and just patronizes the one sitting on the edge of the bed, he doesn't him off all day long, anyway, he's used to it.

As for the little fat bird talking in front of him, he still has fantasies, girls, don't they all say that their daughter is an intimate little padded jacket? Why did he only feel the north wind?

"Little fat bird, Uncle Yang's waist hurts." Yang Qiwei sighed lightly, and accentuated his tone, "It really hurts." ”

He was in pain like this, there should be a word of concern, and then, he could find a step for himself, smoothly away from his nephew's eyes, and returned to the living room safe and sound.

Shi Ning raised his eyebrows, "If you don't eavesdrop and sit in the living room, can you feel the pain?" The pain is also self-inflicted. ”

Therefore, it is basically difficult to hear a thoughtful word from Shi Ning's mouth.

Yang Qiwei: "......" had a hunch that his life would only be more difficult.

The single-edged sword has become a double-edged sword, after Zhi'an pokes a sword, Xiaopang Ning pokes another sword, the two swords are one, does he still have a way to live?

Shi Ning was more considerate than Lu Zhi'an, and helped Yang Qiwei to sit in the only chair, for her, Yang Qiwei could listen to the content of the chat with Lu Zhi'an.

Yang Qiwei didn't want to sit, his heart was full of rejection.

"Uncle......" Lu Zhi'an said lightly, "Your waist, does it really hurt?" ”

Almost at the moment when Lu Zhi'an's voice fell, Shi Ning withdrew his supporting hands, did it really hurt? Translates to fake pain!

Yang Qiwei smiled, "It's okay, Shi Ning helped me, it's much more comfortable." ”