A slap in the face "Bang".

"What are you guys doing? It's big or small~" The holy hand Zhang slapped Zhang Siyang's hand directly, and at the same time, he rolled his eyes slightly and looked disgusting.

"Well, I just want to see if your body temperature is not normal, grandpa..." Zhang Siyang said a little embarrassedly.

"You are not normal!" The holy hand Zhang rolled his eyes directly, and then waved to Zhang Siyang like he was chasing a fly, "Go, go, go, don't bother me here..."

Black line...

Dear, look at your actions, do you still think we are your grandson? That move like a little bug, and that disgusting expression, you know that our grandson, your daughter, and the kind of blood-related relationship. If you don’t know, you can’t even think what we are.

But what do you mean, who is the grandson? You are the grandfather? We uphold the traditional virtue of respecting the elderly and loving the young in China. We don’t have the same knowledge as this old man. Well, the real reason is that, let alone the invisible thing, it is the most important thing to be sure that the old man’s body is absolutely in trouble!

You should know that Zhang Siyang bypassed his father and his uncles this time, and it would be fine if Ping An went back to Ping An. He had to come out alone and give him a headache and return. Zhang Siyang felt that in most cases, he would be repaired by his elders, including his father, to the point of being able to shine brightly and doubt his life.

When Zhang Siyang thought of this consequence, he couldn't help but shook his head hard, and tried to throw out the fantasy scene. No, what does grandpa say? Whenever he decides, he can only be at ease if he wants to determine his grandpa's physical condition.

So with a shameless face, Zhang Siyang leaned over with his pilgrimage again: "Grandpa, why don't grandson take your pulse?"

"While you go, you're going, you're saying I'm fine, don't be so annoying!" The holy hand Zhang turned his body in a direction and gave Zhang Siyang a backbone to see. At the same time, he didn't forget to mutter, "Really, I don't know if this is sick or not. When I was treating someone's medicine and taking my pulse, you were not even an embryo..."

The black cross on his forehead jumped twice, Zhang Siyang took a deep breath and tried hard to tell himself that the one in front of him was his grandfather, dear, dear, dear..., and had done psychological construction, and then he came over again.

"Master, this old saying is right. Doctors don't treat themselves. I'll take you a pulse without any effort..."

"Do you guys not be able to see your grandpa, I'm doing well?! If you don't treat me to the disease, you will feel uncomfortable, right?!" He was worried about something, but he was not very beautiful. The holy hand jumped up and sprayed directly at Zhang Siyang. The splashing spit almost splashed Zhang Siyang's head and face.

"Grandpa, look at your words..." Zhang Siyang looked bitter, "I don't think you are in a bad mood and are worried about your health..." Should he be called "good intentions are not rewarded?"

"Okay, okay, don't show this bitter face to your grandpa. I'm annoyed. If you take your bitter face in front of me, I'll be even more annoyed..." The holy hand Zhang waved his hand, stood up, changed his seat, looked at Zhang Siyang with disgust, and said unhappy.

A slap in the face "Bang".

"What are you guys doing? It's big or small~" The holy hand Zhang slapped Zhang Siyang's hand directly, and at the same time, he rolled his eyes slightly and looked disgusting.

"Well, I just want to see if your body temperature is not normal, grandpa..." Zhang Siyang said a little embarrassedly.

"You are not normal!" The holy hand Zhang rolled his eyes directly, and then waved to Zhang Siyang like he was chasing a fly, "Go, go, go, don't bother me here..."

Black line...

Dear, look at your actions, do you still think we are your grandson? That move like a little bug, and that disgusting expression, you know that our grandson, your daughter, and the kind of blood-related relationship. If you don’t know, you can’t even think what we are.

But what do you mean, who is the grandson? You are the grandfather? We uphold the traditional virtue of respecting the elderly and loving the young in China. We don’t have the same knowledge as this old man. Well, the real reason is that, let alone the invisible thing, it is the most important thing to be sure that the old man’s body is absolutely in trouble!

You should know that Zhang Siyang bypassed his father and his uncles this time, and it would be fine if Ping An went back to Ping An. He had to come out alone and give him a headache and return. Zhang Siyang felt that in most cases, he would be repaired by his elders, including his father, to the point of being able to shine brightly and doubt his life.

When Zhang Siyang thought of this consequence, he couldn't help but shook his head hard, and tried to throw out the fantasy scene. No, what does grandpa say? Whenever he decides, he can only be at ease if he wants to determine his grandpa's physical condition.

So with a shameless face, Zhang Siyang leaned over with his pilgrimage again: "Grandpa, why don't grandson take your pulse?"

"While you go, you're going, you're saying I'm fine, don't be so annoying!" The holy hand Zhang turned his body in a direction and gave Zhang Siyang a backbone to see. At the same time, he didn't forget to mutter, "Really, I don't know if this is sick or not. When I was treating someone's medicine and taking my pulse, you were not even an embryo..."

The black cross on his forehead jumped twice, Zhang Siyang took a deep breath and tried hard to tell himself that the one in front of him was his grandfather, dear, dear, dear..., and had done psychological construction, and then he came over again.

"Master, this old saying is right. Doctors don't treat themselves. I'll take you a pulse without any effort..."

"Do you guys not be able to see your grandpa, I'm doing well?! If you don't treat me to the disease, you will feel uncomfortable, right?!" He was worried about something, but he was not very beautiful. The holy hand jumped up and sprayed directly at Zhang Siyang. The splashing spit almost splashed Zhang Siyang's head and face.

"Grandpa, look at your words..." Zhang Siyang looked bitter, "I don't think you are in a bad mood and are worried about your health..." Should he be called "good intentions are not rewarded?"
Chapter completed!