Chapter 27

Du Cao enjoys the love of Du Zhang in front of her. The more she knows that her grandmother loves her, the more she wants her to get better.

"Grandma, I'm going to boil the medicine that doctor Fei gave me. Maybe I'll finish it." Du grass looked at lying on the bed, completely not ready for this pair of body, hopeful Du Zhang said with a smile.

A pair of eyes, as if containing thousands of stars, full of hope for the future, together with Du Zhang's can not help but be infected, she now really raised a glimmer of hope in her heart.

If there is such a slight possibility of recovery, that's good.

"Go ahead, don't burn it!" Looking at the thin back of Du Cao who was about to run away, Du Zhang was not at ease.

Alas, if she hadn't been ill in bed, the child would not have been so miserable. He had to boil water and cook every day, and wash the clothes of the whole family. All kinds of hard work had been done by the child alone. He was only ten years old!

At the thought of Du Cao, Du Zhang's life is extremely hard every day, and his eyes are filled with all kinds of helplessness and hatred.

If I have a chance to get better, I will hold my granddaughter in my hand and love her.

In the end, everything in my heart turns into a sigh.

In the twinkling of an eye, duckweed has stepped on a happy small step, and returned to some simple but particularly reassuring hut. From the wide cotton padded clothes, she stretched out a pair of white hands covered with thin cocoons, and carefully took out the God grass with a little fluorescence from her arms.

The white and small tip of the nose is full of faint fragrance. It smells very good. Just smelling it, Du Cao felt that she had a little bit of stuffy nose due to a cold these two days, which alleviated a lot.

It's really amazing, just smell, it has such a magical effect, if you eat it?

Du Cao suddenly felt a look on her body? Immediately Du grass gnashed his teeth, raised his eyes and looked at the bedside, only to see Ji Lyric ink open a big eyes looking at himself.

The thin lips slightly raised a less obvious radian, which made Du Cao feel that the young man in front of her mocked her absence just now? Oh, little boy, I have little experience.

"Xiaomo, give me a start. You're not afraid of mushrooms growing on your head when you stay here every day?" Seems to be suddenly thought of something, Du grass hook lip a smile, delicate little face across a trace of abdominal black meaning, then a light cough, pretending nothing to say to Ji Lyric Mo in front of.

And the youth hears speech, sword eyebrow a pick, this small wench lets oneself hit for her? From birth to now, Ji has never given a hand to anyone, let alone a girl who is several years younger than him?

Seems to see the youth in front of the unwilling, Du grass slender willow eyebrow a pick, yo, he is not happy?

If you can let him help you, is it a compliment? Otherwise, if you don't take more exercise, you can take it out in the future?

When he was blown by the wind, he fell down. That is to say, brother cypress was soft hearted and kind-hearted. She didn't like him.

Later, Du Cao was not worried. She just leaned on a big wardrobe in a shabby house that could keep out the wind and rain. She looked at the motionless young man in front of her. She didn't believe it. Would the young man who was thin skinned and wanted to save face not help herself?

Sure enough, Ji Shumo looks at the girl's funny eyes in front of him and gets angry again. At the same time, he feels powerless. Why is he always aroused by the dead girl in front of him?

A pair of deep ink eyes, with obvious emotion, looked at the happy girl, then stood up and walked to the side of the grass.

Seems to be asking you what you want me to do for you.

"Tut Tut, that's sensible. You don't have to do anything for me. Just give me a hand. You can take whatever I ask you to take at that time. " He put his delicate hand and pretended to say.

Du Cao looked at the young man in front of him and gave in to himself. He couldn't help feeling more happy.

Hum, let you be cold and proud. I'll see if you're black with me.

I think I've lived for decades. How can I plant on a kid who doesn't even have hair?

And Du Cao's attitude, let Ji Lyric ink success once again black face.

He vowed that he would let the little girl in front of him know what repentance was.

Dong!

Just as Ji Shumo was helpless and gnashing his teeth, he heard a huge noise coming from his ear. It seemed that some metal objects had fallen to the ground.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw the duckweed with a lot of things in his arms. He couldn't stand steadily. He staggered to the table, and an iron can rolled under his feet?I don't know where she got all these things. He has lived in her room for so many days and hasn't seen so many things.

"Well, what do you know? It's all my sister and I eat Du Cao naturally felt the young man's surprised eyes, then blinked apricot eyes, glanced at Ji Lyric ink and said.

What's the point of being seen by him? Who doesn't have a little secret yet.

Facing Du Cao's Ji Shumo took a deep breath, he decided to exercise more endurance, otherwise he would be angry to death if he lived with this girl again.

"Go and pick this up, brush it in the basin over there, don't be lazy, otherwise... Fart?" Du Cao distracted himself to play with the things under his hands. The things he took out of the wardrobe had to be sorted well. It took a long time to put them in the dust. Then he said to the young man standing behind him.

What's the truth of eating for nothing? Do not give money to work, it is obvious that behind the youth can only be the second.

Ji Shumo took a look at the jar that rolled to his feet and stopped. It seemed that there were some yellow, dry solids on it? I don't know why, Ji Shumo is disgusted.

But after hearing Du Cao's words, the tip of his ear turned red again. He almost burst into rude remarks. He was a man, and he was threatened by a girl to spank? It's ridiculous.

Don't give this girl a little color to see, still really think he is a vegetarian.

Ji Shumo thin lips slightly hook, looking at sitting in front of the four legged square table waist straight Du grass, a pair of deep eyes across a trace of evil.

He stooped to pick up the pot at his feet and went to the other side of the small room. He looked at the clear water in the copper basin, reflecting a pale and delicate face. He slightly hooked his lips and was picking up the herbs. He was vaguely uneasy, but he didn't care much.

"So soon? I didn't expect you to be quick. " The work in Du Cao's hands was almost done, and then he heard a slight sound of footsteps behind him and said.

Mian Qiangqiang, the assistant is still qualified.