Chapter 11： : Jiang Meiren’s weird disease

"Then stay away from me, there is someone who doesn't like the smell of women's perfume."

That's an ancestor, you have to coax, and your health is not good, what can you do, spoil it.

The woman was acquainted with each other, and she moved a little apart, and she was obedient and charming: "Second Lord, can't I act out the script of the Tang Dynasty?"

This woman is a newcomer Baoguang signed last month.

Xue Baoyi smiled with her chin in her arms: "You haven't served me yet, are you worried about resources?"

The woman complained: "I hate it, no one else has it."

"Don't worry." Xue Baoyi touched a business card from her pocket and tucked it into the woman's lowered neckline. His movements were swaying tightly, but his eyes were focused, "Wait for my call."

Before he could close his hands, someone coughed in the back, seeming to have a bit of hatred for iron and steel, and then cleared his throat several times.

Xue Baoyi retracted her hand, turned her head, angrily: "What are you doing?"

The lights in the veranda of the Floating House were dimmed, the gray-green lampshade enveloped the light, and there was a person standing in the blurry light and shadow, with a tall figure, a beige coat with an apricot pink sweater inside.

Such a girly match, thanks to the baby-faced blessing, is quite Fu Fan He Lang.

'Fu Fan He Lang' approached, and the clear and harmless deer eyes stared at Xue Baoyi: "You are not ashamed of harm!"

Xue Baoyi grinned and smiled like a second-rate son: "What's so embarrassing, you treat everyone as innocent as you?"

The innocent'Fu Fen He Lang' glanced, and saw the woman's neckline opened low, she immediately moved her eyes away, blushing, because she was born innocent and harmless, and there is no deterrent power to speak loudly: "Come in, don't be embarrassed outside ."

After that, "Fu Fan He Lang" turned and left.

The woman smiled and asked, "Second Lord, who is he?"

Xue Baoyi adjusted her coat: "My uncle, the third master of the Xue family."

Oh, old man Xue always comes to get a son.

Pushing open the door, Xue Baoyi just stepped in with a leg, scratching a chicken paw.

"Fuck," he kicked immediately, "Why is there a chicken here?!"

"Coco!"

The chicken was kicked into the corner and kept crying.

Ah Wan went over, stepped on the rope tied with the chicken, lest it flop everywhere, and said, "The chicken belongs to Shao Jiang." He took it specially, and slaughtered it when he returned home, and stewed it to his employer.

Xue Baoyi drew a piece of paper, wiped her shoes, and joked: "Brother Zhi, you don't make a movie and you raise chickens instead?"

The boxes are all antique furnishings.

Jiang Zhi nestled on a soft couch and didn't bother to care for him.

Ah Wan answered on her behalf: "This is from someone else."

Xue Baoyi wiped his hands again, crumpled the tissue into a ball and threw it into the trash can: "These days, there are still people delivering chickens?" He pulled a rattan wooden chair and sat down, and put his long legs on the coffee table, "Who? Male female?"

A night is about to return.

Jiang Zhibrows glanced at him lazily: "You, and the chicken, go out."

Well, Ah Wan hugged the chicken and went out.

"Where is Nanchu?" Jiang Zhi asked.

Just after the late autumn, he had already put on a thick sweater, his mental head was getting worse, his expression was wilting.

Xue Baoyi poured herself a glass of wine: "He is on the bar with his dad again, and he wants to come later."

This round was his team, and he took care of his third uncle.

"I'm cold." Jiang Zhi kicked Xue Baoyi's calf with the back of his foot.

He is petite, afraid of the cold, and can't stand the heating. Before winter comes, he is crying cold all day long. Xue Baoyi is funny: "You are really the ancestor of Laozi, you!"

He put the wine glass down and went out to weave a blanket for Jiang.

No way, who made him a **** face dog, can't stand the beauty, among a group of big masters, he is the most squeamish bag of Jiang Zhi.

When the people left, Jiang Zhi asked the person sitting quietly next to him: "Where is the medicine?"

Xue's youngest, Xue Bingxue.

A big man with a baby face, full of collagen, his mouth is redder than a girl, his eyelashes are longer than a girl, and his eyes are bigger than a girl. Unlike Jiang Zhi's Jiao, he is soft, is he honest?

In the words of Xue Baoyi: My third uncle is a silly white sweet, twenty-eight, still as innocent as a girl, kind as a Virgin. I guess, he is still a shaky physique, otherwise, how could he play secret love at this age, and the one who secret love is still that. The person who took his pants and pinched him.

Xue Bingxue took out a medicine bottle from his coat pocket and threw it to Jiang Zhi: "One piece a week, no more."

He hummed, unscrewed the bottle cap, poured one out, threw it in his mouth, and swallowed it with warm water, then put the medicine bottle in his pocket, stretched out his hand, rolled up his sleeve, and put it on the table.

Xue Bingxue is a doctor, hematology department, under the tutelage of an old Chinese doctor.

He sat there and gave Jiang Zhi's pulse.

Congenital deficiencies, heart and lungs are weak

This is the diagnosis given by the doctor when Jiang Zhi was five years old. He was a premature baby. He was born in less than seven months. Naturally, he was in poor health. However, if he was well nursed, there would be no worries about his life. Jiang's baby was warm and nourished for many years. Later, his internal organs were chronically exhausted, his heart was weak, and his body became increasingly unhealthy.

Especially in winter, he even needs to stay in bed and suffer from hemoptysis. The strange thing is that he is clearly sick, but no doctor can define what kind of disease he has.

If it hadn't been for the boy's misplay, he might have died sooner.

There are rumors in the Jiang family that the young master will not survive more than twenty-five. This year, he will be twenty-four.

"For those people, it's not worth it." Xue Bingxue said.

The medicine was bitter, so Jiang Zhi poured a small glass of wine into his mouth. He didn't like wine either. He twisted his eyebrows and felt a little discomfort in his stomach.

He said: "I know."

Xue Bingxue had a soft temper and didn't dare to persuade him, but said, "You can't take more of this medicine."

"Ok."

He also said: "Eating too much will cause infertility."

Jiang Zhi looked up at his face that was cuter and cleaner than a girl, and smiled: "Do you think," dragging the tune, lazily, "I will have a baby with someone else?"

Fearing to offend him, Xue Bingxue muttered softly: "Maybe someone can break you straight."

Jiang Zhi snorted, "Bullshit."

Xue Bingxue didn't say anything.

Jiang Zhi put the cup down and lay down again. I don’t know if the effect of the medicine is coming. He was a little sleepy: "Your big nephew, don’t let the wind go. He has a straight mind and can’t hide things. I can’t tell him about my illness. ."

Xue Baoyi is not stupid, just can't help but worry.

Xue Bingxue sat upright: "I know."

It just so happened that Xue Baoyi came back after talking about the business, holding a blanket: "Brother Zhi, buddy picked you a girl fan."

Jiang Zhi glanced at Xue Bingxue's apricot-pink sweater, and indifferently threw two words to Xue Baoyi: "Idiot."

"..."

Xue Baoyi rolled his eyes.

Hey, Brother Zhi abused him thousands of times, and he treated him like first love.

The predecessor of Fushengju was a courtyard with eight entrances and eight exits. It was divided into an inner building and an outer building with some modern decoration and reconstruction. The outer building was used to entertain ordinary guests. The inner building had four small gardens with plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum. Open to the dignitaries of the imperial capital.

This floating residence was the territory of the Luo family of the imperial capital merchants. The Luo family was rich in wealth, but its background was not deep, and it was not among the four great families.

Zhou Xufang raised her head and glanced at the door plaque. She didn't know that there was such a place in the imperial capital. She went in with her bag on her back, and just walked through the front hall when she was stopped.

The woman in the short cheongsam has a nice face and smiles softly: "Excuse me, this is the VIP area."

It was raining outside. Zhou Xufang was wearing a black raincoat, black rain boots, and a yellow hat for delivery personnel. She wore a mask and wrapped herself tightly.

She took her phone out of her pocket and made a call: "Your takeaway is here."

She is usually free and will deliver takeaways at a seafood porridge shop. The proprietress is very good. She used to be a frequent customer there. Once she served her the wrong porridge, and there were eggs in the porridge, which made her drunk. She kindly took her to sleep for one night, and later she helped deliver food when she was free.

On the phone was a woman's voice: "At 304, you sent in."

Zhou Xufang said: "I can't get in."

Over there, a different man answered the phone: "Give the call to the person who stopped you."

Zhou Xufang gave the phone to the person who stopped her, and put his hands in the raincoat, carefully avoiding physical contact.

The woman answered the phone and returned the phone: "You can go in."

Zhou Xufang squeezed a corner of the phone, and took it over carefully, and then went to the inner courtyard. There were four forks in the road. There were calligraphy and paintings hanging on the side, and pictures of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum were painted. She sent a text message to ask customers Which garden it was, no one came back after waiting for a few minutes, so I had to look for it one by one.

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Gu driver's daily small theater.

Xue Bingxue: You will be infertile if you take medicine randomly!

Jiang Zhi: A Fang, throw away the condoms, I am infertile! Hahahahahaha……