Uncle Li looked at the cheerful figures of the two, his eyes were slightly sunk, staring at Su Yiwan's feet, and picked up the scissors and walked back.

After Su Yiwan returned to the room, she packed up a few clothes, and when she went downstairs, she found Uncle Li was sweeping the floor. Liu Rongmiao immediately grabbed Su Yiwan's arm and whispered, "Slide carefully."

"Miss Su is leaving?" Uncle Li heard their voices.

I immediately came forward with a warm attitude and no clue was seen.

Liu Rongmiao raised her eyebrows and looked at him deeply and said, "Uncle Li, you are not helping outside, why are you going to mop the floor here? The floor is full of bubbles. What if someone falls down?"

"Miss Liu doesn't know. She has been busy these days and has not been disinfected. I was thinking that the old man is in poor health. If he doesn't disinfect, he is afraid that if the air is not good, it will affect his health." Uncle Li whispered.

From his words, there was no sign of inappropriateness.

Only Su Yiwan looked at the wet ground, looked deep for a few times, glanced at Uncle Li thoughtfully, and laughed in a low voice: "It seems that Uncle Li has really put his heart into it."

Uncle Li listened to Su Yiwan's calm words, for some reason, and felt a coldness behind him. When he looked up, he met Su Yiwan's unfathomable apricot eyes.

His heart skipped a beat, and his hand holding the mop tightened.

"Uncle Li, why are you nervous? You didn't do anything wrong." Su Yiwan said coldly.

She raised her foot and stepped on the ground and left with steady steps. Uncle Li looked at her leaving figure and felt very uneasy. Su Yiwangang's eyes were meaningful, which made him unable to understand.

"Is it because I'm thinking too much?" Uncle Li whispered.

Unfortunately, what answered him was silence.

Uncle Li's eyelids were twitching violently. When he turned around, he found that the old man had come down from the upper floor and stood on the steps and looked down at him.

"Why did the old man come down?" Uncle Li immediately put the mop aside.

Xiao trotted forward and supported the old man, and Mr. Yan said thoughtfully, "Old guy, do you remember how many years you have been with me?"

"Hehe, of course I remember." Uncle Li whispered.

Mr. Yan looked around Yan's house thoughtfully, his eyes fell on the ground, and he said with great concern: "Don't get too wet in the future. There are a few more girls at home, and it will be a big problem if you slip."

"It's still the old man who thinks carefully. I'm always careless when I'm old." Uncle Li said.

Mr. Yan walked out and stood at the gate. The sun shone in from mid-air. He held his hand behind him, looked at the scenery outside the courtyard, and whispered: "It's not that I think carefully, it's that you don't have that mind."

"Ah?" Uncle Li thought he had heard it wrong when he took the mop.

Looking out, I found that Mr. Yan closed his eyes and rested, as if he had said nothing. The words just now seemed to be his hallucination. Uncle Li's uneasiness became more and more obvious.

"Old man, I think a man named Fu has been having frequent contacts recently. Does he also want to attend a wedding banquet?" Uncle Li asked.

Mr. Yan smiled and turned around, looking at him thoughtfully and said, "One more person is a matter of pair of chopsticks, so don't worry about these trivial matters."

"Yes, yes, yes." Uncle Li quickly responded.

Su Yiwan and Liu Rongmiao walked out. After getting in the car, Liu Rongmiao slapped the steering wheel hard, turned her head to look at the direction of Yan Zhai, and whispered, "Xiaowan, didn't you see it? Uncle Li clearly did it on purpose."

"Want to make me slip?" Su Yiwan asked in a low voice.
Chapter completed!