, wonderful and free of pop-ups! <!--The beginning of the chapter--> "Ouch..."
Yang Huaan howled for half his voice, his eyelids turned white, and his whole body fell to the side.
He fell down at Lao Yangtou's feet, his hands and feet were still twitching, and his mouth was tilted to one side.
At first glance, it looked like he was in trouble.
"Boss, boss, what's wrong with you?"
Lao Yangtou suddenly became nervous and quickly leaned down to pull Yang Huaan.
Can't pull it.
"Third brother, hurry up, come here and help me, I'm afraid your eldest brother will get into trouble by me!"
Old Yangtou shouted in panic.
Yang Huaan, however, stood still, his face full of doubts.
"Dad, the blow wasn't too hard. It shouldn't cause any problems."
"Why not? Yes!"
Old Yangtou said anxiously, "Your brother has had convulsions since he was a child. When he was a child, he made mistakes. As long as I touched him lightly, he would have convulsions."
After hearing this, Yang Huazhong did not dare to delay and hurried over with Yang Huazhou and Yang Hualin.
After they worked together to help the fat and heavy Yang Huaan sit up, Yang Huaan was still twitching and foaming at the mouth.
This time, Lao Yangtou was even more panicked.
"It seems like we have to send him home. We can't go out and be bumpy again in this situation!" said the old man.
"Third brother, please do one more hard work and send your eldest brother home first?" Lao Yang turned around and begged Yang Huazhong.
Yang Huazhong couldn't bear to refuse Old Yangtou, and was about to nod when a voice interrupted.
"Wait a moment!"
Everyone followed the sound and saw that it was Yang Ruoqing.
"My uncle is already suffering from convulsions like this. What should I do if he twitches and bites his tongue on the way home? Let me do it!"
When the voice fell, she quickly came to Yang Huaan's side.
With a twist of his fingers, his nails pinched the philtral point above Yang Huaan's mouth, between his mouth and nose.
"Qing'er, what are you doing?" Old Yangtou asked quickly when he saw this.
On the side, Yang Huaming rushed to say: "Dad, there is no need to ask, Qing'er must be giving first aid to our elder brother!"
Yang Huazhou also quickly helped Old Yang's head aside: "Qing'er has great medical skills. She can even cure the plague. She will definitely not be able to deal with our eldest brother's convulsions."
As expected, Lao Yangtou was helped aside.
Here, Yang Huaan is still smoking.
"Dad, fourth uncle, you two hurry up and hold uncle down for me. His convulsions are getting worse." Yang Ruoqing ordered.
If just now she was like Yang Huazhong and others, thinking that Yang Huaan was really ill.
So just now, when her nails pinched Yang Huaan's ejaculation point.
Yang Hua'an's reaction...
Yang Ruoqing suddenly understood that Yang Huaan was playing tricks again.
In order to avoid going to a neighboring town, this old bastard is playing tricks on his father and brother again. Damn it!
"Hold on tight, Qing'er, come and save your uncle!"
Yang Huaming shouted loudly.
Yang Ruoqing nodded, rolled up her sleeves and stretched out her hand again.
Her nails are neither long nor sharp.
The action of taking action seems to be quite satisfactory.
However, after pinching it off, Yang Huaan's twitching body suddenly stiffened.
Then, tighten, tighten, and tighten again.
In the process of tightening, he was still shaking uncontrollably.
Finally, he had to open his eyes and shouted angrily: "Ouch..."
"Wake up, wake up, Qing'er is really a miracle doctor!"
Yang Huaming exclaimed in surprise.
Yang Ruoqing also quickly retracted her hand.
Seeing the mouth above Yang Huaan's mouth, which was pinched so hard that it almost looked like a rabbit's mouth, Yang Ruoqing raised the corners of her lips.
"Uncle, your illness comes and goes quickly. You scared us to death just now."
Yang Ruoqing said.
Yang Huaan rubbed his mouth and stared at Yang Ruoqing angrily.
Yang Ruoqing looked aggrieved and said to Old Yang, "Master, what do you think my uncle's expression is?"
"I saved him. It's just that he's not grateful to me. He glares at me. Please give him another cigarette pole. I promise not to save him again!" she said.
Beside, Yang Huazhong and others also stared at Yang Huaan with the same hatred.
Yang Huaming sneered and said: "Brother, Qing'er is right, how can you glare at her like this? She is your savior."
Yang Huaan frowned and shouted: "My mouth is about to be cut off. She is so harsh. Is it to save her life or to kill her?"
Yang Huaming said: "Good medicine is bitter but good for the disease. Brother, you are really a person who doesn't know what is good or bad."
"Then our brothers, accompanying you like this, to go to the neighboring town to find Yongzhi, must be a thankless effort, right?"
"Dad, I'm not going. If I have the time, I might as well sleep in at home. Anyway, Yongzhi is not my son. If he wants to marry into his wife, no matter how urgent it is, it's not my fourth uncle's turn to worry."
As soon as Yang Huaming finished speaking, Yang Huazhong also said: "My daughter has good intentions to save my eldest brother, but he still behaves like this. This road is meaningless for me, so I won't go either!"
Old Yangtou became anxious when he saw this unexpected situation.
Just as he was about to speak, Yang Hualin also gave up his stall.
"I think brother, he's just pretending to be convulsed and just doesn't want to go."
"I'm not a fool. I'm going to find your son. It's an unjust journey and I won't go!" Yang Hualin said.
When Old Yang saw this, he panicked.
"What's wrong with you all?" Old Yangtou asked.
He grabbed Yang Huazhou's arm next to him as if grasping a life-saving straw.
"Lao Wu, hurry up and help me persuade your brothers..."
But Yang Huazhou said: "Dad, if none of my brothers are going, it won't be of any use if you and I go."
Don't you want to go?
Old Yangtou was completely confused.
The old man looked around the crowd and finally landed on Yang Huaan.
All the crux lies with the boss.
Old Yangtou came to Yang Huaan.
The old man stood and Yang Huaan sat.
The old man had a gloomy face and looked down at Yang Huaan, who was still sitting on the ground rubbing his mouth.
"Do you want to capture Yongzhi?" the old man asked word for word.
Yang Huaan rubbed his mouth, thinking that fortunately there was a shallow groove on his lips, so my handsome face was preserved.
Old Yang's question made Yang Huaan startled.
He raised his head and looked up at Lao Yangtou with a confused expression.
"Dad, what did you just say?"
"Bang!"
Old Yang raised his head and kicked Yang Huaan in the stomach.
Yang Ruoqing could see this kick clearly.
Old Yangtou didn't have any strength left.
Yang Huaan was kicked so hard that he fell backwards and then rolled twice on the ground. He spat out a mouthful of black blood and lay on the ground panting.
"Dad, I, I'm coughing up blood..."
He was like a child, with a cry in his voice.
That's what comes from fear.
Others around him also took a deep breath. This time, it was really not an act.
However, with the routine just now, Lao Yangtou completely hardened his heart this time.
The old man refused to let anyone help Yang Huaan and rushed to Yang Huaan himself.
