Quick Wear: The Pure Beauty Becomes the Boss's Favorite

Hospital inpatient department.

Yan Ziqian, wrapped like a mummy, stared at the ceiling above his head with lifeless eyes.

Don’t ask, if you ask I’ll just say he’s socially withdrawn and doesn’t want to talk.

Thinking back on how many stupid things he had done in the past year, Young Master Yan's mind was filled with thoughts of dying.

He really wanted to dig a hole in the ground and hide in it!

Young Master Yan, who has been an elite talent since childhood, was so tired of his love-brained behavior that he didn't even want to give any reaction.

Yan Yuanting and Madam Yan were studying their troubled son's intermittent attacks.

"Do you think we can still keep this son?"

"Before, he was in love, then he was possessed by an evil spirit, and now he looks like he's going to shut himself off."

"Hubby, let's find a few more masters."

Yan Yuanting looked at his silly and foolish son, and quietly approached his wife, "I'll look for him right away. I'll look for him in all three schools of thought: Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism."

"After Ziqian is cured, shall we have a second child?"

Madam Yan looked at Yan Yuanting in confusion, "We can still have our big one if we take good care of it, there's no need to create another small one!"

Yan Yuanting said with his hands behind his back, "Just in case."

"Look at your silly son yourself. There is something wrong with him."

Madam Yan glanced at Yan Ziqian, who was wrapped tightly in the quilt but often kicked the quilt and twisted and squirmed. The words that were on the tip of her tongue suddenly stopped coming out.

She nodded with a heavy expression.

"Let's have another child, so that he can take care of Ziqian for us in the future."

"Alas, I don't know if Ziqian can be cured."

The couple beat and scolded their son, but his eldest son became even dumber than before.

Yan Yichen, who remained silent the entire time, was looking at his nephew's medical records and examination reports. Basically, Yan Ziqian only had superficial injuries on his body.

The injury doesn't hurt any bones, so just take good care of yourself.

But his suspected mental state was abnormal, which made him look at Yan Ziqian's strange behavior with some confusion.

"System, did I step on him and make him sick?"

System 729: [No, he became like this purely because of the great mental shock he received. It has nothing to do with the few times you stepped on him.]

It also didn't expect that the host's kicks actually allowed Yan Ziqian, who was affected by the heroine's halo, to break free from control and return to normal.

It's outrageous! Who the hell could have thought that its host had this special effect?

Well, it discovered a new skill of its host.

Next time you encounter a victim of this kind of plot who is affected by the protagonist's halo, let the host slap that guy twice. The disease will be cured by the slaps.

[Host, you should be a slap god from now on, specializing in dealing with cannon fodder. ]

Yan Yichen: "Eat your potato chips and stop talking nonsense."

Screw the Slap God of War? What a random name! It makes him sound like a violent lunatic!

It is obvious that he is a demon fairy who likes to convince people with reason. It is not his style to start fighting and killing right away. Of course, he will take action even if reason does not convince him.

In the words of System 729, if the opponent refuses to listen to reason, he also knows a little bit of martial arts and can pin the person to the ground and rub him back and forth.

System 729 was munching on its potato chips.

Yan Yichen put away the medical records and examination reports, walked to the bedside and looked at Yan Ziqian.

"Take good care of yourself and don't think too much."

"If you really want to fall in love, your uncle will introduce you to someone when you recover."

He lifted the quilt from Yan Ziqian's head and said seriously, "You should stay as far away from scheming sea kings like Qiao Shuyue as possible in the future."

Yan Ziqian said hoarsely: "I understand."

"Uncle, I'm so upset!" He grabbed Yan Yichen's wrist and began to cry, "Does God have a problem with me?"

"What sin have I committed?"

He had lived for 19 years and had never done anything bad. He had always been an honest and upright person, but he was being teased by God like this!

God, please let it go, please stop making trouble???????????

Yan Yichen tried hard to pull his hand away, but his hand was held tightly by Yan Ziqian.

Forget it, let my nephew take it slow!

Yan Ziqian sobbed, and crystal tears slowly slid down his cheeks.

“嘤嘤嘤(っ╥╯﹏╰╥c)”

"I can't even think about the past now. When I do, my mind is filled with awful images."

Those pictures were so beautiful that he dared not think too much.

Upon hearing this, Yan Yuanting grabbed Yan Ziqian's ears and pressed his stupid son onto the bed, saying in a deep voice, "Just stay and get treated. Don't disturb Yi Chen until he's well."

"…so as not to infect your uncle with the disease."

Yan Ziqian looked at his cruel father with grievance, then turned and cried bitterly on the pillow.

"Oh, I can't live like this anymore!"