I became a good brother's aunt

The next morning, Zhuang Xingchen opened his eyes.

He first glanced at his leg, it was still in plaster, he was still Zhou Nan, and he hadn't changed back.

Even though the environment in the VIP ward was very good and very quiet, Zhuang Xingchen still didn't sleep well.

People who didn't sleep well like him, and Zhou Nan.

When Zhuang Xingchen turned on his phone, he saw Zhou Nan's WeChat message, which was sent half an hour ago.

Zhou Nan: Are the stars awake?

Zhou Nan: Wake up and say it!There is something important to say!

They changed their phones back last night. Zhou Nan's cool phone case had already been thrown away. Without the case, the same black phone was not so eye-catching, so the two of them changed their phones back.

Zhuang Xingchen: Wake up.

Zhou Nan replied in seconds: I'm coming up to find you now!

Soon, Zhou Nan came to the VIP ward.

Zhou Nan: "Xing Xing, what happened last night? Why did Wen Moqi come?"

Zhuang Xingchen was puzzled: "He is your uncle, it's strange that he came to see you?"

Zhou Nan: "Of course it's strange! He wants me to die!"

Zhuang Xingchen frowned: "He really cares about you."

He could feel that although Wen Moqi was a bit fierce, he still cared about Zhou Nan.

Zhou Nan: "Is he concerned about my death? Did he come over as soon as I had an accident? Was he disappointed to see that my body was fine?"

Zhuang Xingchen thought back carefully, and did not see any disappointed expression on Wen Moqi's face.

Zhou Nan suddenly thought of something again: "Also, Xingxing, how can you call him uncle! I haven't called him that in hundreds of years!"

Zhuang Xingchen said, "You never told me not to call him that."

Zhou Nan: "...So after you saw him, you kept calling him uncle?"

Zhuang Xingchen asked back: "Isn't that so?"

Zhou Nan gritted his teeth, and was embarrassed to say in front of his good brother that he had sworn to tell Uncle Wen Moqi to eat shit, he couldn't bear it.

Zhou Nan: "Forget it, let's not talk about this, Xing Xing, we must not be discovered by anyone! Especially my uncle, if he knows, he will never say anything and send us to the laboratory for autopsy!"

Zhou Nan deliberately spoke seriously.

He knew very well that dissection was an exaggeration, and Wen Moqi might not do it.

But it is still possible to take him for a psychiatric appraisal and find him a case of mental problems.

The company will not be handed over to a person with a mental problem.

Not to mention getting the inheritance left by his parents smoothly.

This is what Zhou Nan was worried about. He was worried that Wen Moqi would take this opportunity to say that he was mentally ill, and then embezzle his parents' inheritance as a matter of course.

Zhuang Xingchen: "Okay."

Zhou Nan wanted to say something, but Zhuang Xingchen's cell phone rang.

Zhuang Xingchen saw the caller ID, his eyes lit up slightly, and he quickly picked it up.

Zhuang Xingchen: "Professor Zhang, hello."

Professor Zhang: "Xingchen... er, you are? I'm looking for classmate Zhuang Xingchen, is he there?"

Professor Zhang heard a different voice on the other end of the phone.

Zhuang Xingchen paused. This is Zhou Nan's body, so his voice is naturally different.

He turned on the speakerphone and handed the phone to Zhou Nan: "He's here, just wait a moment."

Zhou Nan immediately became nervous, and asked silently: Is it really okay for me to pick it up?

Zhuang Xingchen nodded.

Holding the phone, Zhou Nan's voice was a few decibels lower: "Hello, Professor Zhang."

Professor Zhang: "Xingchen, your previous application has already passed the review over there. You can go to the review in two weeks. I heard that you are in a car accident now. Can the review go through?"

Zhuang Xingchen nodded again.

Zhou Nan then said: "No problem, no problem, just a broken hand, it won't affect the assessment."

Professor Zhang: "That's good. You need to review carefully. Which hospital are you in? I'll ask someone to send you the materials."

Zhou Nan said the address of the hospital.

Professor Zhang explained earnestly: "This opportunity is rare. You have many competitors. You should seize the opportunity."

Zhou Nan: "Yes, yes, professor, don't worry!"

After hanging up the phone, Professor Zhang vaguely felt that Zhuang Xingchen seemed a little different from before, and seemed to be a little more lively...

Zhou Nan over there was a little confused: "Xing Xing, what do you want to assess?"

Zhuang Xingchen said, "A judicial appraisal office."

Zhou Nan was a little panicked: "There will be an assessment in two weeks? Then what should we do if we haven't changed back then?"

Zhuang Xingchen looked at him silently.

Zhou Nan took a step back: "No, Xing Xing! I can't do it! I haven't passed the university exam for three years!"

Not to mention the assessment of forensic appraisal!

Zhuang Xingchen frowned.

He was also a little worried. If he didn't get it back, Zhou Nan would have to give him the assessment.

Zhou Nan had never been exposed to this kind of professional knowledge, so he was asked to take part in the assessment, and there was only one result.

Worry is nothing, Zhuang Xingchen is not a person who gives up without hope, so after the materials sent by Professor Zhang are delivered, he starts to review them.

There are enough materials as thick as three Xinhua dictionaries, which made Zhou Nan dizzy for a while.

It's so thick... After watching it in two weeks, Zhou Nan, a low-school student, sat silently, planning to play a few dishes of Glory of the King to suppress the shock.

Because of Zhuang Xingchen's body, one arm was broken and he was wearing a plaster cast.

Zhou Nan only had one hand, and it was difficult to operate. He was forced to send countless heads, and he was aggrieved for a while.

In the end it was reported!

Zhou Nan was so angry that he cursed: "Isn't it just food! Is the food deliberately giving away people's heads! You idiot! Just report it like this!"

After scolding, Zhou Nan sensed something was wrong, and there was a person standing at the door of the ward at some point.

Zhou Nan looked up, gasped suddenly, and prayed silently!

Wen Moqi walked in carrying the thermos bucket.

Zhou Nan didn't know if it was his own illusion. When Wen Moqi came in, he seemed to have glanced at him twice.

Zhou Nan quickly pushed Zhuang Xingchen.

Zhuang Xingchen raised his head from a pile of thick documents, and met a pair of secretive eyes.

Zhuang Xingchen was startled, then sat down again: "Uncle."

Wen Moqi squinted at him: "Are you reviewing?"

Zhuang Xingchen: "Yes."

Zhou Nan: "..."

Wait, he never revises!

Will this be too disruptive?

Wen Moqi won't find out, will he?

Sure enough, Wen Moqi's next sentence was: "Is the sun coming out from the west? Are you reviewing?"

Wen Moqi casually picked up the materials on Zhuang Xingchen's desk. He thought he would see the review knowledge of the third year of high school, but when he picked it up, all he saw were forensic things.

He took it too fast, and Zhuang Xingchen didn't have time to stop it.

Wen Moqi raised his eyebrows: "Forensic pathology? Look at this, can you understand it?"

Zhou Nan was about to break out in a cold sweat.

Of course Zhuang Xingchen still remembered Zhou Nan's character design and said, "I don't understand."

Wen Moqi twitched the corners of his mouth: "If you have this time, don't study hard, but look at what's there, tsk."

It seems that there are a bunch of people who want to complain, but they bear it back.

He turned to Zhou Nan.

Zhou Nan gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence: "Uncle...Hi Uncle, I am a friend of 'Zhou Nan'."

Wen Moqi gave an 'hmm', and his face became strangely milder: "Are you here to play with him?"

Zhou Nan: "Yes, play games with him."

In the past, whenever his friends came to play with him, Wen Moqi would scold him sarcastically.

Therefore, after finishing speaking this time, he waited for Wen Moqi to taunt him.

Just let Xing Xing see how annoying this man is!

As a result, in the next second, I heard silent prayer saying in an extremely gentle tone: "Very good."

Zhou Nan: "?"

Wen Moqi: "Young people should play more games and relax."

I didn't forget to glance at the 'little nephew': "Look at him, I will learn more from this little friend later."

Zhou Nan: "..."

What to learn?Learning to play games?

Is there something wrong with Wen Moqi? !

Zhuang Xingchen nodded: "Yes, you are right."

Wen Moqi was satisfied that the 'little nephew' was so obedient. He opened the thermos, and a scent of bone soup wafted out: "Auntie made the soup."

Zhou Nan's eyes straightened.

Wen Moqi actually gave him bone soup? !

how can that be!

Poisoning the soup is more likely!

Zhuang Xingchen didn't know the astonishment in Zhou Nan's heart, so he said to Wen Moqi, "Thank you uncle."

Wen Moqi poured out a bowl, Zhuang Xingchen thought it was poured for him, and was about to reach out to pick it up, but when he saw that Moqi turned his head and handed it to 'Zhuang Xingchen' next to him: "The soup is a little too much, it just so happens that your friend It’s also here, called Xingchen, right? Come and drink a little too.”

Zhou Nan: "???"

After putting the soup in the hands of 'Zhuang Xingchen', that is, Zhou Nan, Wen Moqi turned his head and saw 'little nephew' looking at him with some surprise.

Wen Moqi frowned: "What? Did you break your hand too? Want me to bring it to your mouth to serve you?"

Zhuang Xingchen: "...No."

The good brothers looked at each other and started to drink the soup silently.

The soup is not only non-toxic, but also delicious.

After Gulu Gulu drank a bowl, before Zhou Nan wiped his mouth, he heard silent prayer and asked him: "Do you want more? You are too thin, you should drink more to grow your body."

Zhou Nan: "...?"

Zhou Nan was a little frightened.

The person who changed his soul was not him, but Wen Moqi, right?

What's wrong with this monster?

Zhou Nan worked hard to maintain Zhuang Xingchen's personality: "I don't want it anymore, you...you give 'Zhou Nan' a drink, he also wants to grow his body."

Wen Moqi gave a 'tsk' sound: "He has a fart, his IQ is completely out of the frontal lobe! It's the right way to nourish the brain."

Zhou Nan: "...the frontal lobe?"

Zhuang Xingchen: "The brain manages the nervous system of thinking."

Zhou Nan: "..."

Wen Moqi glanced at 'little nephew' unexpectedly, as if a little surprised that 'little nephew' could catch his stalk.

Zhuang Xingchen said to Zhou Nan very seriously: "You really need to make up more."

In the sixth year of high school, I still couldn't pass one of the exams.

Wen Moqi sneered: "I'm talking about you."

Zhuang Xingchen and Zhou Nan: "..."

I also forgot that the two are swapping states.

Zhuang Xingchen changed his words graciously: "Yes, I should really replenish my brain."

"..." Zhou Nan: Damn, why does it sound so wrong!

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PS——

Zhou Nan: If Xing Xing doesn't like studying, and even likes playing games, clubbing, and drag racing...

Wen Moqi: Then he is also a good boy.