Yang Xiaoxi thought for a while and replied to his mother: "I ate biscuits in the morning and ate instant noodles cooked by my father at noon. I haven't eaten it at night yet. Oh, no, I ate dad Feng's snacks, biscuits, coconut balls, and marshmallows at night."

Li Feier was still very restrained and said to her daughter with a smile: "Xixi is so good. Then Xixi sat on the sofa. Mom helped her father treat her illness. After the treatment, she asked her father to take us to dinner. Is that okay?"

Yang Xiaoxi nodded immediately: "Okay, then mom, hurry up and treat dad."

Yang Zhiyi sat up as soon as he heard this, then moved for a while and said, "I seem to be fine. Dad wants to finish this manuscript quickly. After we finish writing, we will go out for dinner, go to Ruoru's house and have a big meal."

But Li Feier naturally couldn't let her husband go. She walked over and put her fingers on her husband's waist and said, "Are you going in by yourself? Or will I help you in?"

Feeling the chill from his waist, Yang Zhiyi instantly raised his hands and surrendered: "Wife, I'll go in by myself."

Seeing her husband obediently entering the inner room, Li Feier smiled and said to her daughter: "Xixi monster, Dad will be cured soon. Then we asked Dad to finish writing as soon as possible, so we will go to Ruoruo, okay?"

Yang Xiaoxi smiled and said, "Okay, mom, hurry up."

Seeing my parents enter the house, it didn't take long before my parents came out again.

Then Yang Xiaoxi saw that his father was already refreshed, his face was filled with smiles and enthusiasm. When he sat in front of the computer, his father was almost typing the keyboard.

I don’t know how long it took, but my father finally finished writing with a refreshed look, and said with a smile on his face: “Okay, wife, daughter, let’s go.”

Yang Xiaoxi immediately cheered happily: "Oh, we're leaving and we're going to Ruoru's house for dinner."

Seeing his daughter happily running into the room to change clothes, Yang Zhiyi's smile instantly twisted. Then he slowly lifted up the clothes and glanced at the two marks left by pinching on his waist.

At this moment, Yang Zhiyi finally understood that he must not delay the manuscript in the future, otherwise the price would be too heavy.
Chapter completed!