Sweethearts are like lollipops

Chapter 647 He's Good!very good!

"Fanqi!" With an exclamation, Meng Zaian and Meng Zhenkang, who had just entered the office door, ran towards Meng Fanqi who was lying on the ground.

What's going on here?An hour ago, they were still talking to Fan Qi in this office, why did he fall to the ground at this moment?
Meng Zhenkang noticed the rolls of acupuncture needles on the desk, he squatted down hastily, and saw many silver needles stuck in Meng Fanqi's hands.

"Stinky boy!" Meng Zhenkang was furious, "You can still stab yourself unconscious! Can you cure insomnia? You are also very creative!"

Meng Zaian was nervous about his grandson, looking at his hands.

"What is Fanqi doing? What kind of acupuncture is this?"

"What kind of acupuncture? A poorly trained acupuncture method! Our Meng family's acupuncture skills are not as good as his!"

"Fanqi!" Meng Zaian called, feeling his grandson's pulse, but found nothing abnormal.

Meng Zhenkang said: "Pull out all the needles quickly, how long does this bastard want to lie on the ground?"

"Don't pull it!" Meng Fanqi suddenly opened his eyes.

"Hey!" Meng Zhenkang was as horrified as seeing a fraudulent corpse.

"Are you awake?" Meng Zhenkang frowned.

Meng Fanqi said: "I have been awake, I heard what you and grandpa said just now."

"Then you are still lying on the ground?"

"I'm meditating, Dad," Meng Fanqi said slowly, "I feel that my breath can communicate with nature."

Meng Zhenkang put his palm on his son's forehead and said, "I don't have a fever, so I'm talking nonsense."

Meng Fanqi insisted: "I think I can adjust brother Zichen's breathing and bring him back to normal."

"Cough..." Meng Zaian felt sorry for his grandson, he thought, Fan Qi was really under a lot of pressure, and he was too worried that Xiao Ai would leave him.

Meng Zai'an said: "Fanqi, that...you should go to the small room in Grandpa's office and sleep first."

Meng Fanqi said, "But I still want to meditate."

Meng Zhenkang gritted his teeth and was about to speak when Meng Zaian gave him a hard look and stared at him.

Meng Zhenkang said: "Since we can communicate with nature, why not lie down on the lawn in the garden."

Meng Fanqi: "It might be better."

"Fan Qi," Meng Zai'an quickly grabbed his grandson, "Go to grandpa's small room to meditate, go, go."

"I think turf might work better."

"Don't listen to your father's nonsense!" Meng Zai'an was furious, but he couldn't get angry, "Listen to grandpa, the lawn is so cold in winter, you're going to catch a cold! Go to grandpa's room to sleep."

Meng Zaian pushed Meng Fanqi into the small room.

Meng Fanqi didn't want to be disturbed, so he lay on the bed and continued his comprehension.

"Hehe," Meng Zhenkang laughed when he saw his father coming out, "Did that kid faint again?"

"Where is Fan Qi dizzy? I took his pulse just now, and he's breathing well!" Meng Zai'an scolded, "Zhenkang, can't you talk to Fan Qi properly? Do you have to drive him crazy?"

"You think he's crazy too?"

"Hey, where's my feather duster?!"

Meng Zaian turned his head left and right.

Meng Zhenkang said quickly: "Father, Fan Qi's breathing is smooth, you took his pulse for him, he is good! Very good!"

Meng Zaian glared at his son: "It's good that you know that Fanqi is fine! Hurry up and think of a plan for me to wake Zichen up! You heal Zichen, and don't let my grandson worry about it!"

"Yes yes yes!" Meng Zhenkang left the chairman's office.

However, Meng Zaian, who said that his grandson was very good, let out a long sigh.

(End of this chapter)