No need to think about it, the one who called Zuo Yang must be the Ink Painting Thrush. He is now in her house.

Quickly bid farewell to the Living King of Hell and the Young Master Kong.

After Zuo Yang got off the line, he saw the ink painting thrush. The girl’s makeup today was very unique. A light green dress with a sun-visible straw hat made people look pleasing to the eye.

"Don't the surgery be done in the afternoon?"

Zuo Yang looked at the time and asked strangely.

"I'm a little nervous."

Shui Mohua's eyebrows pursed her lips, looked at him and said, "My parents, and my uncles and aunts all think this is just a routine operation, not as serious as you said, but I believe you, so the closer I get to the surgery, the more nervous I get."

"Don't worry, with me here, there's no big problem."

Zuo Yang smiled and comforted.

At the same time, he carefully confirmed the face of the ink painting thrush. The dark aura in the girl's parents' palace still existed, and it was even more intense than before. At the same time, it did reveal signs of severance, but it was not yet at the point where it would be severance immediately...

That is to say, danger will definitely occur, but it won’t be dead immediately. At least it should be no problem to delay for three or two days.

This is why Zuo Yang is so calm.

To be honest, he has a good sense of Mo Huamei's mother and doesn't believe him, but this woman can treat him kindly and kindly, instead of being rude to each other like the uncles and aunts of Mo Huamei. This is quality and cultivation. Most people cannot do it like her.

The same is true for the father of the ink painting thrush. Although Zuo Yang had not had direct communication with him, it is not difficult to see through his appearance and the most realistic living conditions that he was a clean and honest official.

Such a person, coupled with his relationship with ink painting thrush, is naturally willing to help.

The problem now is.

Zuo Yang has never been the kind of saint who likes to sacrifice himself for others and not seek rewards. He is willing to help this, but it does not mean that he is willing to help silently and then hide his merits and fame. In the end, others do not appreciate it at all, and they don’t even know how much he has helped. This will make him feel very guilty.

So, no matter what the reason is, he must stretch it properly...

"But I'm just a little nervous."

Shuimuhuahua still frowned, grabbed Zuo Yang's arm, and said in a tone that looked like a coquettish act, "Or I'll take you to lunch now, right? Don't come back after lunch. Go to the hospital with me. Only when my dad was by his side when he had surgery can I feel a little more at ease."

"Well……"

Zuo Yang was only wearing short sleeves at this time. As soon as the hand of the ink-washed thrush grabbed his arm, Zuo Yang immediately felt a chill.

Not only was her hands cold, but her palms were wet. This was not just a little nervous, but very nervous. After all, she was her own father.

"Okay, I beg you. I promise you that if my uncle and aunt dare to say something about you again this time, I will never agree even if I tear my face with them."

The ink painting thrush shook Zuo Yang's arm and begged.

"good."

Seeing that Shui Shuimai had already said everything, Zuo Yang finally agreed.

...

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Zuo Yang and Shuimu came to the hospital together.

Same as expected.

As soon as he saw Zuo Yang and Shuishing Painted Eyebrows, the uncle and aunt who Shuishing Painted Eyebrows immediately stared at each other and raised their eyebrows.

Especially her uncle, he didn't even plan to let Zuo Yang in, and rushed up and drove up: "Boy, why haven't you left yet? Who told you to come in?"

Before Zuo Yang could speak, Shui Mohuamei immediately looked stern: "Uncle, he is my friend, come and see what's wrong with my dad?"

"But he..."

Her uncle looked at Zuo Yang in disgust and wanted to say something.

"uncle!"

Shuimu didn't give him the chance to speak out at all, and directly interrupted him without hesitation and said, "I respect you as my elder, so now I am talking to you as a niece, but you have your friends, and I have my friends, so let's not interfere with each other? If you insult my friends again, even if there is only one word, don't blame me for not speaking so well!"

The ink painting thrush didn't give him a chance to say it, and directly interrupted him without hesitation.

"you……"

Her uncle was shocked by the tough words that suddenly jumped out of the ink-wai-brow. She held it in for a long time but didn't know what to say.

After all, the ink painting thrush has such a gentle and versatile mother, so her tutoring is naturally good. She is usually polite and so on, and she has never spoken to him in such a tone.

This caught him off guard.

The other side.

"Qimei, why are you talking to your uncle? Improper!"

When Shui Mo Huamei's mother heard the quarrel at the door, she finally walked out of the ward. She first scolded Shui Mo Huamei, and then turned around and said to Shui Mo Huamei's uncle who looked embarrassed, "Don't worry about her anymore. Apart from being as stubborn as his father, Meimei is still quite sensible. Let's go back and teach her."

"Oh, sister-in-law..."

Seeing that Shui Mo Huamei's mother was old when she came out to do things, Shui Mo Huamei's uncle was naturally not good at saying anything, so she had to sigh, glar at Zuo Yang in anger, and turned around and entered the ward.

"hehe."

Zuo Yang didn't care what he thought of him at all, he just smiled indifferently.

"Young man, you're here again."

The mother of the ink painting mei is also very flawless when she does things. She turned around and looked at Zuo Yang, showing a kind smile and said, "How are you having fun these two days? Have Meimei taken you to some of the famous attractions here?"

"I've been there, thank you aunt."

Zuo Yang nodded and smiled.

"That's good. I heard Meimei say that you came from the imperial capital specially. Unfortunately, you have seen the current situation in our family. My aunt really can't take off her body. When your uncle's surgery is completed successfully, if you don't hurry to leave, you can come to the house to sit and let you taste the aunt's skills."

The mother of the ink painting thrush said with a smile again.

"My mother cooks delicious food, but unfortunately I haven't inherited even one-tenth of her skills."

Ink Painting Thrush added.

"Okay, thank you aunt."

Zuo Yang continued to nod.

It was at this time.

"Young man, come in and I have something to ask you."

Suddenly, a slightly hoarse but still majestic voice came from the ward.

This ward is a senior ward of the hospital. Each ward will only arrange one patient and the patient's family. There are only so many people inside. This sound is not the voice of Uncle Washing Ink Painting Male, so it is only possible that it is the father of Ink Painting Male.

"You go in and say whatever he asks. Although he is a little stubborn and always likes to show off his bad face, he actually can't do anything to you."

Hearing this sound, Shuimo's mother smiled helplessly, lowered her voice and gave her a few words, and then let the door of the ward out.

"good."

Zuo Yang responded, without any slight stage fright because of this sentence, and raised his foot and walked inside.

"well……"

Ink Painting Thrush also wanted to remind you about something, but it was too late.

What's more, in front of her mother, she actually didn't know how to say it, so she had to follow Zuo Yang weakly.

Inside the ward.

The father of the ink-washed thrush leaned against the shaking hospital bed. His expression was not much better than two days ago, but it was not much worse. Anyway, he was still the face of "the pillar of heaven is tilted, and the illusion body is about to go". However, in Zuo Yang's opinion, time is approaching...

But at this moment, his expression was very serious.

The uncle and aunt of the ink painting thrush had already sat on the sofa not far away and kept looking at Zuo Yang with a very unfriendly look.

"Hello, uncle."

Zuo Yang didn't think there was any problem, but just said hello naturally.

"Sit down first."

The father of the ink painting Mei still had a serious expression, signaling Zuo Yang to sit down on another sofa next to the hospital bed with his eyes, and then asked, "Young man, I heard that Mei Mei came from the imperial capital. What job are you doing there now? How is your career development?"

"this……"

Zuo Yang was stunned and looked up at Shuimu in confusion.

What is this a problem?

I'm here to save you. Does this have anything to do with what job I'm doing and how my career is developing?

The ink painting eyebrows were so squeamish that he saw this. He turned his eyes and said vaguely: "Oh, didn't my mother say it? You'll say whatever my dad asks. What do you think I'm doing?"

"All right……"

Zuo Yang didn't understand what it meant, but he said honestly, "I work in a game studio now, and playing games is my job. I can't talk about career, so I can only be considered a barely making a living."

When I heard this.

"hehe."

The uncle and aunt of the ink painting thrush looked at each other and smiled, with a look of contempt in their eyes. Obviously, in their eyes, this so-called "job" is simply not doing their jobs.
To be continued...