Chapter 231

The book was white and waxy, as if it were a glutinous rice ball. At this time, he looked at Du Cao innocently with big eyes, which was very cute.

Du Cao's motherhood was suddenly aroused, holding the book, let him sit on his lap, said with a smile: "sister is OK, book is good, let's eat first, OK?"

Ji Lyric Mo's eyes, from the moment the book got into Du Cao's arms, became gradually cold. Until now, he watched Du Cao hold people in his arms. Although his face was expressionless, but

"Click."

Ji Shumo's chopsticks are cleanly broken.

"Cough, brother-in-law, I'll get you another pair." Xiaowu sits next to Ji Lyric ink. He is startled by the air-conditioning that Ji Lyric ink sprinkles. He sneaks to the kitchen and takes chopsticks.

Du Cao knew it later. Looking at Ji's wonderful face, he thought it was funny. How could he be jealous again?

Do you want to be so mean? A book is a child, OK?

He put the book on the stool next to him and said with a smile: "the book is good. I've had a meal."

Naturally, shu'er can feel the cold air from Ji Shumo. He shrinks his neck in fright. Then he pitifully looks at Du Cao: "sister Xiaocao, he's so scared."

Keke, how familiar is this line? Duckweed couldn't help but almost laughed.

White Ji Lyric ink: "you give me a good meal."

Ji Shu's face is expressionless. He takes the chopsticks from Xiao Wu and eats.

Bai Yu saw the little interaction between the two people in his eyes. He thought it was funny. These children are really cute.

The morning episode didn't bring any bad influence to the duckweed, and even the duckweed didn't pay attention to it.

After breakfast, he took Ji Shumo and went shopping.

One hundred bottles of peach blossom beauty cream, naturally, we need to buy a cart of raw materials.

Ji Lyric Mo silently followed behind Du Cao, watching Du Cao frantically sweeping the market.

"Grass, aren't you tired?" Ji Shumo is carrying a lot of things in his hand. He follows Du Cao pitifully.

Du Cao didn't look back, and naturally said, "women's biggest hobby is shopping. I tell you, Xiaomo, you have to spend more time with me in the future, and you can't stand it?"

"Who says I can't stand it?" Ji Shumo heard that there were still many days left, and immediately there were no complaints in his heart. He even felt that his pace was much lighter.

"Grass, are your legs OK?" Ji Shumo looks at Du Cao's legs with some worry.

Du Cao shook his head, and then touched the silver in his pocket: "little ink, I think we should get some money now."

"What are you doing, grass?" Ji Shumo looks at Du Cao and is curious. How can this little girl always talk strangely?

Du Cao gave Ji Shumo a white look and laughed: "of course, it's money! I tell you, the most important thing in life is to make money. "

With that, he took Ji Shumo and walked to the drugstore on the corner.

"This, this, and this, how much is it?" Du Cao put all the herbs he brought back from the mountain on the counter and looked at the guy with a smile.

Looking at such a girl's piece of duckweed, the boy suddenly took out so many medicinal materials, and some doubted: "where did this come from?"

"This has nothing to do with you. Just hurry up and help me sell these. I'm in a hurry." Duckweed doesn't have much time to talk to them now.

"At a young age, he has a good temper." He muttered, then turned around and asked the old shopkeeper to come out: "it's this little girl. She said she wanted to sell these herbs."

Du grass looked at the old white haired shopkeeper, slightly frowning, some doubts.

In fact, in the past, there were many medicinal materials sold in duckweed, but she still wanted to meet this old man.

How do you feel? Recently, ningzhou seems to have many faces that you haven't seen before?

Originally, Ji Lyric ink just accompanied Du Cao, but after seeing the old man, his face suddenly changed.

What's this? It's impossible, it's absolutely impossible!

How come?

The grandfather naturally saw Ji Lyric Mo, with a little shrewdness in his turbid eyes. He looked at the herbs carefully, and then said with a smile: "the quality of these herbs is good, but the amount is huge. Please come inside."Where is it?

When Du Cao looked at the dozen herbs in front of him, he felt a little strange. Is the dozen herbs a big business in such a big drugstore?

"Yes, sir." Ji Shumo opens his mouth and walks in with Du Cao.

What happened?

Du Cao just feel incredible, you know Ji Lyric ink outside, but it is absolutely not willing to say a word, today this in the end is how?

After entering the inner room, the old man's look became excited. Looking at Ji Lyric Mo, he trembled his lips and didn't say anything for a long time.

Ji Shumo knew what he was taboo about and chuckled: "this is my wife."

Cough, cough.

"Don't talk nonsense." Du Cao blushes and turns white. Does this smelly boy want to declare his sovereignty anytime and anywhere?

Hearing this, the old man was even more excited. He shed tears, fell down and knelt down on the ground: "young Lord, you are still alive. It's really great."

What happened?

Young master?

Du Cao tilts his head and looks at Ji Shumo. Isn't he the little son of Ji's family? How is the less master?

"Seven grandfathers, get up quickly." Ji Lyric ink is also red eyes, quickly helped people up: "grandfather, you are still alive, great, this is really great."

Du Cao has seen Ji's tears, but he has never seen Ji's eyes so happy. He retreats two steps silently, giving two people enough space.

"Young master, how did you survive? Are you hurt? Did you suffer? " Seven grandfathers burst into tears, holding Ji's hands tightly.

"Grandfather, I'm fine. You see, I'm fine now." Ji Shumo held back tears and reluctantly laughed.

How could it be okay? How could it be!

Grandfather seven is old, but he is not confused. At that time, there was an accident in the Ji family, so he must have suffered a lot to survive.

"Little Lord, you are still alive. That's great. If you are still alive, there will be hope for the Ji family, and there will be hope for all of us." Seven grandfather voice choked, trembled to wipe tears.

"Grandfather, are there still people alive? Is there anyone alive in our Ji family? " Ji's voice began to tremble and his eyes were full of hope.

"We old guys are no longer useful, so they don't want to kill us all. We discussed about hiding here and muddling along, but we didn't expect that you are still alive." The more he said, the more excited he was.

Du Cao stood aside, his heart was about to lift up. The seventh grandfather was old and his hair was white. At such an old age, his nose was runny and his tears were terrible. He looked as if he could be out of breath at any time.