The Lan Family’s Aid Chapter 42:

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The shopping malls in Xincheng are similar to those in the urban-rural fringe area.

Except for a few popular brands, the others are all knockoffs that appear out of nowhere.

Lan Yan walked around and felt that he would never be as glamorous as the Lan family again.

But that's fine too. Open up the wilderness in the south, stay humble and return to the garden.

He remembered that his mother longed for rural life most, and her eyes would light up whenever she saw agricultural programs on TV.

"Lan Si, Miss Zheng wants to have an acre of land."

"Lan Si, Miss Zheng wants to have a mountain."

"Lan Si, Miss Zheng wants to have an orchard."

Thinking of this, Lan Yan turned his head and asked Yin Xiaodao, "Guard Dao, do you have any land in your family?"

Yin Xiaodao said honestly: "Yes."

"Are there any mountains?"

"Yes." The back hill of Hengguan belongs to the Yin family.

Seeing her admitting twice, he gently asked: "Is there an orchard?"

"Yes." The fruit trees in Hengguan produce particularly sweet fruits.

Lan Yan looks towards the clear sky.

Is this fool sent to him by his mother? If it is true, could you please Miss Zheng, please tell me a dream?

Also, can't you choose someone with a slightly higher IQ?

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After shopping around for a few times, Lan Yan felt bored. So he went back home.

The bus passes by a school stop. On the other side of the platform is the school's football field. Looking through the fence railing, there are students making noise inside.

Yin Xiaodao looked at the playground track, turned around and said, "Silang, you have to start exercising."

The body system of drug addicts is damaged by drugs, and endogenous opioid peptides are severely lacking. One of the pathways that promotes the production of endogenous opioid peptides is exercise. However, the secretion of endorphins requires exercise of moderate to high intensity that lasts for more than thirty minutes.

With Lan Yan's current physique, he can't even run out of breath even after running a few steps. So he coughed uncomfortably, "I can't even eat enough, but I still exercise."

Yin Xiaodao looked at him steadily, "I'll take you to practice."

He retorted, "I am a gentle man and do not practice fighting and killing."

"It's not about killing." She bent her arms and bulged her muscles, "It's about strengthening the body."

The uncle sitting in the front seat looked back at the young couple, his eyes lingering on Yin Xiaodao's arm muscles.

Lan Yan slapped Yin Xiaodao's arm off and scolded, "Be careful in public places."

She said flatly, "Let's start with simple exercises."

At this time, the car started.

Lan Yan looked at the football field outside the car window, unable to express his feelings. He said "oh" on his lips.

Since Yin Xiaodao insisted on his exercise plan, the two had no choice but to get off the bus and go to the sports city to buy equipment and supplies.

Afterwards, Lan Yan felt that he agreed too casually.

Where is the simplicity? It almost cost him half his life!

Yin Xiaodao is good, the eight kilogram dumbbell is in her hand, like a toy.

Lan Yan shook his head and knelt down.

Yin Xiaodao didn't expect that he could be so weak. He stood on the side and said, "I can defeat you with one finger."

"Bah!" He collapsed on the ground, gasping for air.

"Your strength, physical fitness, coordination, flexibility, and stability are all very poor." She concluded.

"You don't need to emphasize it!" He was so exhausted that he couldn't even yell like this.

Yin Xiaodao reworked his exercise plan. When she told Lan Yan, he waved his hand, "If there's anything, we'll talk about it tomorrow. If I practice any more, I won't have the energy to make dinner."

Hearing this, she put down her plan.

She lay half-lying on the yoga mat next to him and asked him curiously: "Shiro, what are you doing for me to eat at night?"

He glanced at her lightly and said, "It's not for you to eat, it's for me to eat. Figure out the priorities."

Yin Xiaodao held his chin in his hands and tilted his head, "Then what are you going to do for us to eat tonight?"

"..." Lan Yan gave up communicating with her. He closed his eyes and meditated.

He hasn't exercised much in the past two years, and just now he couldn't even do a push-up. I think back then, he was a healthy guy who ran ten kilometers a day. Now, he has fallen into this situation.

Thankfully, Lan didn't have time to talk to him these days, otherwise they would have been so anxious knowing that he was recovering from drugs.

After hearing that Yin Xiaodao had been silent for a long time, Lan Yan opened his eyes.

But he saw her standing upside down and seemed to be concentrating with her eyes closed.

Her **** are no longer flat. This figure is really hot. Big where it should be big, small where it should be thin. Moreover, after watching her for a long time, she is quite attractive.

At this time, Lan Yan smiled slightly.

Miss Zheng, Brother Lan, are you satisfied with this daughter-in-law?

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In the afternoon, Lan Yan felt a little unwell, with a tightness in his chest and a headache.

After entering the kitchen, he gradually stopped paying attention to these symptoms.

Lan Yan has been busy with three meals a day at a young age. Being in the kitchen is his pleasure. He enjoys the process of cooking, it gives him peace of mind.

He doesn't like cooking Western food very much. When he was abroad, he used to work part-time in Chinese restaurants.

But today, in order to balance the sixteen beef cubes at lunch, he fried two plates of steak. There's plenty of meat. Pair it with crispy pumpkin consommé, mushroom salad, and chicken with olives. Finally, there is the seafood fried rice that Yin Xiaodao has been looking forward to for a long time.

Yin Xiaodao couldn't wait any longer and stared at the pot on the stove in the kitchen.

She thinks he looks good when he cooks rice, better looking than the chef at Hengguan.

Lan Yan glanced at her sideways and said, "Wipe your saliva."

Yin Xiaodao put his hands behind his back and watched the rice grains rolling around in the pot.

He likes her. He buys her clothes. He also made fried rice for her.

Her heart was filled with joy, but she didn't know how to express it.

The men in Hengguan who Yin Xiaodao has had the most contact with so far. There are her grandfather, father, younger brother, and senior brothers. But there has never been a man who pleased her as much as Lan Yan. "Shiro, you should exercise well. If you are healthy, we can like each other."

"Who cares?" Lan Yan looked disdainful.

She watched him put the fried rice on the plate. "If you make fried rice for me, it means you really like me."

"Fart!" he said angrily, "Fried rice is fried rice, and you just like it. There is no causal relationship between the two."

"If you don't like me, then why do you make fried rice for me?"

"..." Why? How does he know why? What **** logic. Lan Yan took a deep breath, "Shut up and take the dishes out."

Yin Xiaodao nodded.

She didn't say anything while eating.

However, Lan Yan didn't think it was her words that had a deterrent effect. The real reason was that she was busy eating and had no time to talk.

Both of them ate in silence, and the atmosphere was a bit heavy.

Lan Yan turned on the TV.

Kidney-tonifying medicine is being sold on TV.

He changed the channel.

Cut to a news channel. The morning news is being replayed.

The things reported are all about people’s livelihood. However, in the scroll bar at the bottom of the screen, there is news about the Lan Group.

The words passed by in a flash.

Lanyan's eyes narrowed.

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On the second day, it became cloudy and overcast. Lan Yan finally went to work.

As soon as Lan Yan arrived at the factory office building, Li Yonghua happened to come out. He was a little surprised when he saw Lan Yan. "Director Lan, how come you...are so thin?"

Lan Yan forced a smile, "It's a lot of pressure."

Li Yonghua hesitated to speak, and finally said, "The group has a document, and I put it on your desk. I will turn off my phone when I call you."

"Yeah." Lan Yan responded lightly.

"As long as it's okay." After Li Yonghua finished speaking, he hurriedly went to the workshop.

That group document is a personnel notice, dated five days ago.

Lan Yan can return to Cangcheng.

But he was not happy.

His pastoral life will have to wait until the Year of the Monkey and the Year of the Horse. He longed for such pleasant days of plowing fields, traveling in the mountains, and planting trees.

Yin Xiaodao saw that Lan Yan looked a little inappropriate and hurried over, "Silang?"

"Huh?" Lan Yan came back to his senses.

She picked up the document and said, "Are you going back to be a manager?"

"Probably not." He lowered his eyes. This fool is the person he trusts most in the world, but he hides many things from her.

"We can also detoxify when we return to Cangcheng. Grandpa will send the medicine to your house."

"No." Lan Yan said solemnly, "Something happened."

When Yin Xiaodao heard this, his eyes turned cold, "What's wrong?"

Lan Yan was silent for a while and said, "Let me show you some news." He turned on the computer.

He drank Yin Xiaodao's traditional Chinese medicine last night and went to bed early. I have no intention of pursuing these nonsense.

The news title is not on the homepage of the portal. After all, he is not a well-known entertainment figure.

The second young man of the Lan family was arrested for taking drugs. The news date is the day before yesterday.

Attached are two blurred photos. In one of the pictures, the man lowered his head and couldn't see clearly. The other one showed one of his blue eyes, and that half of his face looked like blue flames.

Yin Xiaodao said expressionlessly, "Fake news."

Lan Yan smiled, "That's not necessarily the case."

She looked at him suspiciously.

He said nothing.

This is not the only news about Lan's family. A search on the financial section immediately revealed: An Internet company paid a high price to acquire Lanhao's shares. This company is being analyzed in the news.

Lan Yan didn’t look closely. He knew that this company was under Uncle Lan's influence. On the surface, Lan Hao is at odds with Uncle Lan, but secretly they have already formed an alliance.

Lan Yan sighed secretly, and then lay down on the table.

It's okay now. As soon as he returns to Cangcheng, the police will be waiting for him. For this drug matter, he might have to take the blame for the middle-aged man in the club.

What a bunch of **** beasts.

Yin Xiaodao looked carefully at the blurry photos in the news.

When she first met Lan Yan, she felt that he looked like that old friend. But later she never had that illusion again. However, looking at this photo, she thought of so-and-so again. She couldn't help but ask: "Shiro, have you seen me before?"

"No." Lan Yan's voice came muffled.

Yin Xiaodao continued to prompt, "Do you know the Purple Bamboo Root Chain?"

"What the hell?"

After Lan Yan finished speaking, he suddenly raised his head.

Purple bamboo root, isn't it the love token that the uncle gave him while he was on the ride?

At this moment, Lan Yan hated herself so much that she couldn't remember things that she should have remembered, but she could immediately think of such trivial things. He asked shyly: "Do you have purple bamboo roots?"

Yin Xiaodao nodded.

Lan Yan smiled, and the smile was very sad, "A gift from a man?"

"Yes."

"He has blue eyes?"

"Yes."

"He...looks a lot like me?"

"Yes."