There is a fat black lotus in Shoufu's family

Chapter 151 Little Pig
Lin Miaomiao's heart sank in an instant.

"You are a hooligan!"

Zhang Zhi'an's lips moved, feeling indistinct.

"No, didn't I mean to praise you for your good looks? How can it be considered frivolous? This has nothing to do with hooligans. Don't listen to Mr. Qin's nonsense, he is targeting Dr. Liu!"

"Isn't it normal for him to turn to Doctor Liu? Doctor Liu is his wife, if he doesn't turn to her, then there will be ghosts!"

Zhang Zhi'an: ...

It seems to make sense.

No, it's not about this.

"I mean, I don't mean what he said. I'm not frivolous. You've been in contact with me for so long, and you haven't noticed it at all?"

Lin Miaomiao blinked her eyes and stammered twice, "Who has been in contact with you for so long? You should stop talking nonsense, I am not."

Seeing Lin Miaomiao's expression, Zhang Zhi'an knew that she had misunderstood, so he couldn't help explaining with some headaches, "What I said didn't have any superfluous meaning, don't think about it."

Lin Miaomiao took a deep breath, "What am I thinking about? You don't want to think about it."

With a sullen face, Lin Miaomiao walked to Liu Zao'er's side silently.

Liu Zao'er watched the interaction between the two amusedly, seeing Lin Miaomiao walking to her side and spreading the pastry in front of her.

"Eat a piece, it's quite delicious."

Lin Miaomiao also took a piece unceremoniously, Zhang Zhi'an saw that your Miaomiao expression has warmed up, and his eyes flickered.

"Do you like pastries? I'll buy them for you when I go back later."

Liu Zao'er blinked, "Is there any part for me?"

Zhang Zhi'an's smile froze, "Can it be your business? If I give it to you, Brother Qin won't beat me up?"

Liu Zao'er let out an ah, and turned his gaze to Qin Sanlang.

My husband is obviously a handsome scholar, how can he be a material for beating people?

Just the embroidered fist is not enough for a serious slap.

"Don't slander my husband! My gentleman is gentle, can I compare with you?"

Zhang Zhi'an clicked his tongue lightly, and touched his face with his good-looking fingers, "My face should be pretty good too, and it is also worthy of the word handsome, and the word gentle is put on my body, and I won't feel any discomfort .”

Liu Zao'er's eyes scanned Zhang Zhi'an seriously from top to bottom.

He is tall but does not look burly, but he is somewhat similar to a noble son who is doing nothing.

"The eyes are full of spring, and it seems to be fickle and affectionate, unpredictable and unpredictable."

Lin Miaomiao was a little surprised, "Sister Zaoer, do you know how to tell fortunes?"

"I can read some faces a little bit, so it can't be called fortune-telling."

The smile on Lin Miaomiao's face deepened, "Then sister Zao'er can tell what I look like?"

Liu Zao'er chuckled a few times, and said in a very mysterious way: "The heavenly secret must not be revealed. If I tell you, then wouldn't my fate change in the future?"

"Then you're fortune-telling, aren't you? Don't you mean looking at faces, and faces aren't fortune-telling."

Liu Zao'er smiled, but remained silent.

The grief-stricken Liu Zhuang was comforted by the village chief.

It's just that Liu Zhuang's mood still hasn't eased in the slightest. He planned to return to Liujiagou to plant medicine after a few days at the end of the month.

I heard that Yaozhi earns more money than he sells cakes in the city, and most importantly, he can still be with his family.

It's just that I didn't expect that the closest person would leave before the end of the month.

Liu Zhuang faintly collapsed, and could only vent his emotions by crying bitterly.

Most of the people on Liujiagou have already stood in the yard of Uncle Niu Liu's house.

Qin Sanlang still doesn't know what's going on, "How did Uncle Liu get there? Is he sick?"

"No, it looks like he died a natural death. He was dying. There is no expression of pain on his face. He must have passed away in his sleep."

After all, there is a slight curvature at the corner of the mouth.

Probably had a sweet dream.

"It's been a while since I've seen Uncle Liu. When we met last time, he seemed to be in good spirits."

Holding the pastry, Liu Zao'er said casually, "Things are impermanent, who knows who will leave tomorrow? It could be you, or it could be me."

Liu Zao'er's tone seemed to be joking, but Qin Sanlang's expression did not seem to be joking, his attitude was extremely serious.

"How can you joke about this kind of thing casually? What's more, it's still here with Uncle Liu. I'm not afraid that Uncle Liu will sneak into your dreams at night to settle accounts with you."

Liu Zao'er's courage was not frightened, "It's okay, if he comes to me, I can still have a good talk with him."

Qin Sanlang's brows twitched slightly, because he underestimated Liu Zao'er's courage.

The four stood aside, looking at the orderly and busy people.

"Lin Miaomiao doesn't have to stay here tonight. Mr. Zhang just brought a carriage, so you can go back in Mr. Zhang's carriage."

Lin Miaomiao: "Aren't you going back to the county seat?"

"I'll go back tomorrow, so go back first, there's no place for you to sleep here anymore."

After all, her beauties and husband-in-laws are all here, and there is only one bed in that small room. If they stay, how can they be crowded?

Zhang Zhi'an's eyes lit up immediately, and he assured him, "Don't worry, Doctor Liu, I will definitely send your good apprentice home safe and sound."

"If you don't, you're dead. This is my best apprentice!"

Still a free helper.

Zhang Zhi'an raised his hand and swore, "You should feel relieved now, right?"

Liu Zao'er pursed her lips and smiled twice, "Young Master Zhang's character is reassuring."

The smile on Zhang Zhi'an's face instantly lit up, "Doctor Liu is really good at seeing people!"

Liu Zao'er laughed twice.

After finishing the business at Uncle Liu's house, Liu Zao'er and Qin Sanlang were a little tired, silently holding each other's hand, and left towards home.

As soon as she lay down on the bed, Liu Zao'er felt limp as if her strength had been withdrawn.

The corners of Qin Sanlang's mouth couldn't help but curl up, and he took a handkerchief and gently wiped Liu Zao'er's face a few times.

"Does it hurt?"

Liu Zao'er shook his head first, then looked at him suspiciously.

"Where does it hurt? Rough skin and thick flesh!"

It's a bit inexplicable to ask this question, didn't you just jump on the bed and hit it?
"Nonsense, what's the rough skin and thick flesh, it's so tender!"

With a smile on his face, Qin Sanlang stretched out his hand to gently pinch Liu Zao'er's face, and a soft touch fell on his fingertips.

His eyes deepened, and obscurity flashed across the eyes covered by eyelashes.

Liu Zao'er's drowsiness came, and it was as if a switch had been turned on when she lay on the bed, and her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't lift them up.

Qin Sanlang just turned around and took something, and when he came back, Liu Zao'er had already fallen asleep.

Qin Saburo:
What a sleepy pig.

(End of this chapter)