Qiu Ya didn't know whether she was really stupid or pretending to be stupid. She came at nine o'clock and brought a lot of supplements.
Obviously, the old lady was not interested in chatting with her, and she did not leave. She sat until eleven o'clock.
The old lady, who had been talking to her just now, was suddenly beaming with joy. She was puzzled. Looking back, she saw Fu Nanli and Wenqiao.
The old lady waved to Wenqiao and said eagerly, "Oh, here we are
The attitude contrast is very clear.
Qiu Ya pinched her fingers, but she was wronged but still forced to be magnanimous.
But no one appreciated her. The old lady didn't see her at all.
It's true that the harder you work, the more sad you feel.
Wenqiao walked by, and the old lady immediately took her hand: "you and Nanli have come frequently recently. Grandma likes this, so she has to come here often, you know? The old woman lives here alone, and no one talks with me. It's very boring. "
Qiu Ya was even more embarrassed. Didn't she accompany her all morning?
I took her as a transparent person.
Wenqiao smile: "it's time for a course of treatment. I'll give you acupuncture today. Go to your room."
The old lady took her hand: "OK, go to the room."
Fu Nanli also went to the old lady's bedroom. Qiu Ya was the only one left in the living room.
She felt so embarrassed that even the servants looked at her with irony, as if she were sticking her back to the old lady, who did not care.
Their Qiu family is also a famous figure in Haicheng. Her grandfather is also a scholar, and once worked with the old lady to produce a book.
Now the old lady is so indifferent to her.
There was something wrong with her.
At the end of the day, there's still no Wenqiao who's going to be nice and know what to do.
I used to work on the old man's farm, but now I've learned acupuncture to cure the old lady.
The most important thing is that wenjo still likes to pretend that he doesn't fight for anything and doesn't grab anything.
And he really believed in her.
As a matter of fact, she's the most intriguing.
In the bedroom, Wenqiao got ready and asked Fu Nanli to avoid it. The acupoint to be pricked today was on her stomach. The old lady took her hand and said, "the last time you gave me acupuncture, it was really effective. It rained these days, and the joints didn't hurt as much as before."
Wenqiao focused on the acupuncture points: "light once may not be so good."
The old lady should be a psychological hint, so she thinks the curative effect is so fast.
The old lady chuckled: "you silly child, so sincere, I praise you, you also deny, follow my words."
Wenqiao caresses the skin and pricks a needle toward the sky pivot point.
"The Doctor Zhang also gave me acupuncture before. To be honest, he is more than 50 years old. I really feel that fingering can't catch up with you."
Wenjo didn't open her mouth, her expression was very dignified, and she didn't want to be distracted at this time.
The old lady's eyes were full of admiration and affection. When the child gave her acupuncture, she was extremely absorbed and afraid of sharing a snack.
Finally, all the needles were tied up, and the sweat came from Wenqiao's forehead.
"Wipe sweat," the old lady said kindly
Wenqiao wiped it with the back of his hand, and the old man was too happy: "you child, you live a little bit carelessly. Take up the clean handkerchief and wipe it."
Wenqiao's smile was a little naive: "it's soiled your veil."
"Grandma doesn't care. Just wipe it."