Chapter 124

Sheng is also a little anxious. He keeps knocking on the door and persuading him.

"Good granddaughter, what happened? Is that boy Fu Jin making you sad again? My grandfather will go to Fu's house tonight to get justice for you. Don't cry. Open the door and let my grandfather have a look. What's the matter? "

The mirror in Sheng Lanshan's room had already broken most of the time. When she got up, she felt the burning pain on her face. After touching, her face was full of protruding small points, which directly made her get goose bumps. When she ran to the mirror and looked at it, she almost didn't scare her to death. She had some dense phobia, and the small points on her face made her sick Life, accidentally broke the mirror in the room.

Now how to do, she did not dare to open the door at all, for fear that others would say her face was disgusting, and she cried in panic. What kind of skin cream is fake!

She cried more and more loudly. Sheng had no choice but to ask someone to take the key and open the door of the room. He saw his baby granddaughter with a gauze on her face and was sitting in front of the bed crying, which hurt him badly.

"Good granddaughter, what's the matter?"

"Grandfather, Wuwu, my face is ruined. That cheap woman has ruined my face!"

Sheng Lanshan is crying miserably. As soon as Sheng Ling hears that her granddaughter's face has been destroyed, she immediately pulls down her shawl. At this moment, she almost hasn't been scared to death, and her face immediately gets angry.

"Tell Grandpa, who did it?! Don't cry, Grandpa will do justice for you

Sheng Lanshan covers her face again with a gauze towel. When she thinks of song September, her whole face is filled with resentment.

"Grandfather, it's song September! Song September, who was swept out by the Fu family, is now working in shengteng. Grandfather, you must help me and let her take out the antidote! "

Her face must have been poisoned, and the person who poisoned it, needless to say, must have been song September. She must have wanted to revenge herself for smashing her florist.

The more Sheng Lanshan thinks about it, the more distorted her face is. Song September, we'll see!!

She probably forgot that she took the cream from someone else's desk. Now that something has happened, she knows how to shift the responsibility to someone else.

It's a pity that song September can't care about the prosperity at all now. Fu Jin was ill all his life. He immediately turned into a proud young master and was very picky about food! This does not eat, that does not eat, overcast all day long, as if others owe him a hundred million.

Aunt Qiu did it again and again, but Fu Shao said that he couldn't eat it. Let's starve him!

Song Jiuyue didn't expect that Fu Shao, who was in Los Angeles, was just like a child when he lost his temper.

"Miss Song, please take good care of the boss. As long as he's sick all his life, he'll be covered with thorns. Don't be angry if he says something to provoke you."

Mo Yi gave song Jiuyue a preventive injection in advance, but song Jiuyue was not really angry. She just thought it was unreasonable and even novel. She wanted to take a picture of Fu Jin as she is now, and then take it to the company to publicize it. That would cause a stir.

"What is this made of?"

In the ward, Fu Jin lost her temper again and put the food on the table. She pursed her lips unhappily, as if she had been wronged.

Seeing song September coming in, his eyes brightened.

"I'll make you a cake, song September."

Song September eyebrows smoked, the old man eat what cake, but to that person's yearning eyes, she miraculously defeated, later think, maybe is the glory of maternal love.

So when she got out of the hospital, she immediately went home to learn how to make cakes with aunt Qiu. She found that it was not difficult to make them, so she asked aunt Qiu to do other things. She just stayed in the kitchen to make them herself.

After that, she took out the mango she had just bought, carefully chopped it and put it in it, which made the cake more delicious. When it was over, she immediately set out to go to the hospital to serve an uncle.

"Here's the cake."

Fu took it with satisfaction, picked up the spoon, just took a bite, and frowned fiercely.

Song September's heart trembled, thinking that although it was his first time to make a cake, it was not as bad as this.

"Is it bad?"

A little frustrated in the heart, the face immediately collapsed.

After swallowing everything in his mouth, Fu Yan looked down at the yellow flesh inside, and then he took a puff at the corner of his mouth and immediately dug up another spoon.

"It's not bad, song September. Is this the first time you've made something for me?"

"Well."

Song Jiuyue was relieved that it was not bad. In fact, before she came here, she secretly took a bite of it and thought it was OK. She just didn't know if the master would be satisfied. Now it seems that the other side didn't pick on the pricks.

She had been busy all afternoon and had nothing to eat. By this time, she was a little hungry. She said hello to Fu Jin and planned to go shopping in the street.

What song Jiuyue didn't know was that as soon as she left, Fu Yan vomited out the things in her mouth, pulled the bell beside her, and soon entered the emergency room.Mo Yi is worried. The boss is really worried. He knows that he is allergic to mango. Why should he eat it? Is it because it is made by Miss Song?

When song returns to the hospital in September, Fu Jin's shadow is gone on the bed. His eyebrows are frowning. When he comes to the corridor, he sees Mo Yi leaning against the wall and opens his mouth in some doubt.

"What about Fu Jin?"

Mo Yijiao smoked, thinking about the good things you have done, don't you know? There is no mango in the villa. This person should not be malicious revenge on the boss. After all, at the beginning, she was bullied by the boss, which is a tragedy.

"In the emergency room."

Song September a Leng, she just left so a while, is the other party's condition aggravated? Also don't speak, stand beside Mo Yi, quietly waiting.

About half an hour or so, the door of the emergency room opened, and Fu Yan was pushed out. His face was pale, and he looked as if he had lost half his life.

The doctor immediately sent the person to the ward, and song Jiuyue followed him until all the doctors went out, and then he sat beside Fu Yan's bed.

"What's the matter with you? When I left just now, wasn't I still fine? "

Fu Jin was not in a coma. Hearing song September's question, she stretched out her fingertips and rubbed her temples.

"I don't know. Just take a break."

Song Jiuyue nodded. He didn't know why. He always felt that Mo Yi's eyes were strange when he saw her. Until they met in the corridor, the other side finally opened his mouth.

"Miss Song, the boss is allergic to mangoes. Next time you do something, don't put any mangoes. He loves face. He won't take the initiative to say it."