My Love Life with My Soft Girlfriend

A meal, spent in this strange atmosphere.

After the meal, Ye Fan He Roujin checked the injury on his leg, and after confirming that there was no problem, everyone was completely relieved.

Looking at Ye Fan who was writing the prescription, He Roujin pulled Lan Xi next to him, "Daughter-in-law, how can Xiaofan be so skilled in medicine at such a young age?"

She couldn't be more clear about the condition of her legs.

Over the years, Ning Huarong has invited famous doctors all over the world, but there is still no effect. In fact, even He Roujin herself gave up, and it is precisely because of this that she suffers from mild depression.

Now, being cured by a young man who just turned eighteen years old feels like a dream.

Lan Xi shook his head with a wry smile, "Mom, I really don't know about this, this kid Xiaofan is not only good at medicine, but also plays chess. It will be the same."

Hearing this, He Roujin was stunned secretly, and looked at Ye Fan with admiration again.

In her impression, since Lan Xi married into the Ning family, this was the first time she heard Lan Xi praise a person like this.

Ye Fan put down the brush in his hand, picked up the prescription he just wrote, and handed it to Ning Huarong, "Grandpa, let Butler Wang take the medicine according to the prescription. Grandma's legs have just recovered, and it is not suitable for excessive exercise for the time being. Take a maximum of three test walks, and stay that way for a month."

"Okay!"

Ning Huarong took the prescription carefully, but when he saw the crooked words on the prescription, he frowned, "Xiaofan, how did you write the words this time...so ugly?"

"anyhow write."

Ye Fan replied casually: "It's just a prescription, not a copybook, as long as you can understand it."

"no!"

Ning Huarong has liked painting and calligraphy for a lifetime, and has extremely strict requirements in this regard. He immediately slapped the prescription on the table and said, "Write a new copy, write it well!"

Ning Xi, who was standing by the side, helped out, "Grandpa, my brother's writing is okay, no need to rewrite it, right?"

"use!"

Ning Huarong's eyes widened, and his tone was extremely firm: "Words are just like people, and they don't have only one meaning. In my opinion, no matter what you do, you must do your best, including writing and rewriting!"

Ning Xi wanted to say something, but was stopped by Ye Fan.

The corners of his mouth twitched indistinctly, but returned to normal in an instant, and nodded with a smile, "Grandpa, I'll just write another copy."

When the words fell, his eyes became extremely focused, his right hand slid, and the brush appeared in his hand.

Not as casual as before, this time I wrote it very seriously.

The pen and ink danced on the paper, and the writing process was extremely fast. Ye Fan was enveloped in a mass of elegant air, as if invisible, the elegant air was stained on the words along the tip of the pen.

The whole process is smooth and smooth, in one go.

But in the first minute, a brand-new medicine has appeared in front of several people.

The two prescriptions, one on the left and one on the right, do not seem to be written by one person at all, both in terms of overallity and power of writing.

With amazement in Ning Huarong's eyes, he picked up the newly written prescription tremblingly, and couldn't help swallowing his saliva, "Good word, good word!"

At this moment, his heart was already smiling.

In fact, the reason for his attitude just now was to collect this prescription written by Ye Fan. He wouldn't think too much of such a treasure.

"Daughter-in-law, push me over, I just want to see how good Xiaofan's words are."

"Okay."

Lan Xi pursed his lips and smiled, and walked over with a wheelchair.

He Roujin stretched out her hand, "Brother Rong, show me."

Ning Huarong didn't hesitate, and immediately put the prescription in his wife's hands, not forgetting to compliment him by the way: "At least among the calligraphers I've met, no one can compare to Xiaofan's calligraphy!"

He Roujin looked at the name of the herbal medicine on the paper, first shocked and then amazed.

She doesn't know much about painting and calligraphy, but she has been fascinated by Ning Huarong over the years, and she has seen many of everyone's calligraphy, but compared with the ordinary prescription in front of her, those people's copybooks are completely inferior.

Although I can't tell the power of it, I can always tell the difference between the handsome.

Just when He Roujin was in a daze, Ning Huarong patted Ye Fan on the shoulder, "Xiaofan, it happens that there will be an event for the Calligraphy Association some time later, and many people will participate. Are you interested in participating? Maybe you can take this opportunity. Opportunity to squeeze into the calligraphy association.”

Ye Fan shook his head decisively, "Grandpa, I'm not very interested in these, it's still..."

"That `s a deal!"

Seeing that Ye Fan was about to refuse, Ning Huarong directly interrupted, "I will notify you when the event is about to start."

Ye Fan: "..."

Are you given no chance to refuse?

ruthless!

He Roujin patted Ning Huarong's leg angrily, "Can't you see that Xiaofan doesn't want to participate? Why do you have to let him participate?"

"Roujin, this opportunity is really rare."

Ning Huarong explained, "Even the president of the Calligraphy Association will attend, and there will be a live TV broadcast. With Xiaofan's calligraphy level, once he participates, he will definitely be amazed. Besides, I will not harm him, not for his own good. Well!"

"Grandpa, I don't want to..."

"No, you want to!"

"I really don't want to..."

"No, you want to!"

"..."

Ye Fan was completely speechless.

Don't say anything this year...

After listening to her husband's explanation, He Roujin smiled lovingly, "Xiaofan, it's okay to participate in this kind of activity. Your handwriting is indeed very beautiful, so you don't need to be stage fright."

"okay then."

Ye Fan sneered and nodded in agreement.

After all, even He Roujin tried to persuade her. If she didn't agree, it would be too hypocritical.

It wasn't because of stage fright that he didn't want to participate, but because he felt that it was meaningless to participate in this kind of activity.

Suddenly, Ye Fan felt his clothes being torn off, and turned his head to see Ning Xi staring at him.

Ning Xi took a half step forward, with a bit of apology in her eyes, and said in a low voice: "Brother, I'm sorry, I made you embarrassed."

From Ye Fan's demeanor just now, she clearly felt that Ye Fan resisted participating in this kind of activity from the bottom of his heart, but because of the face of his grandparents, he finally had to agree.

Ye Fan rubbed the girl's hair and pulled up her little hand, "Grandpa, let's talk first, Xiaoxi and I will go to the yard to look at the flowers."

"Go."

Ning Huarong's thoughts were all on the prescription, and he waved his hand in agreement without even thinking about it.

Ye Fan took Ning Xi to the locust tree in the yard, pressed her on the stone bench, with a fierce look on his face, "Xiao Xi, how many times have I told you, don't say sorry to me, you Why can't you remember it?"

"Pfft-"

Ning Xi's hand pinched Ye Fan's face, her red lips pursed slightly, "Who are you scaring? You're not willing to kill me, you must be pretending!"