Flash marriage of the era! Married to a crazy husband who amazes everyone.

"Are you running out of living expenses, or do you have something else? It doesn't hurt to just tell me."

Ying Sisi organized her words: "It's like this. A Ci has been feeling a little weird lately. I feel like there's something wrong with his brain. He said he has a headache. I want to discuss it with you and take him to see a doctor."

Qin Yanjun's heart skipped a beat.

Did she find out about the banquet speech so quickly?

The heart is too careful.

As parents, they only realized that there might be something wrong with their child's brain when his child was seven or eight years old.

He is the only one in the family who knows about the banquet speech.

He had to dispel her doubts.

Why don't you expose it and let the Shen family know about it?

Even if she no longer recognizes Shen Yutian, Shen Yutian cannot help her and divorce her overnight.

The banquet speech cannot be separated from her now.

This girl is not easy to fool.

He has to be more careful.

After thinking about it for a while, he said: "You don't need to see a doctor. It's an old problem. I have the same problem for a few days every month. It's a genetic problem. I, your grandfather. Don't you think I'm fine?"

"Won't it hurt your health? I heard that grandpa passed away at sixty."

Qin Yanjun thought to himself, it turned out that he was worried about Yanci's health. "Sixty is about right."

Ying Sisi: "." How can anyone talk like this? Are you almost sixty?

Qin Yanjun realized what he had said and smiled without scruples: "I'm almost sixty. Aren't I in good health? His grandfather belongs to his grandfather, and he is separated from the banquet by me. Just look at me. .”

Ying Sisi couldn't refute at once.

"Si Si, I have something else to do, so I won't entertain you." He tactfully drove her away.

"You're busy." Ying Sisi left the unit and recalled Qin Yanjun's words, which were the same as Qin Yanci's.

That might be genetic.

She stopped thinking about it and went straight to the black market.

This time she stayed outside for a while before going in. She found a place to sit down, laid out the hair cream, then spread her hair and shouted: "Come and buy good things, good quality and low price. The quantity is limited, first come first served."

The woman was beautiful, with a slightly childish voice, clear and loud. All pedestrians passing by stopped.

"Girl, what are you selling?"

Ying Sisi smiled sweetly: "Sister, this is hair growth cream. You have so much hair, you won't need it."

"You are so good at talking, how do you sell it? My grandfather has little hair, so it is suitable. I just don't know how effective your hair growth cream is."

Ying Sisi fiddled with her hair: "This is what I use to wash my hair. Look, how much does it cost?"

"It's quite a lot. What's the price?"

"One dollar and one can."

"This is too expensive." Everyone shook their heads and dispersed.

"I added a lot of precious medicinal materials here, so the cost is high." Before Ying Sisi could finish her words, everyone left. She was a little depressed because she sold a jar even though she was on the train.

too.

People who visit the black market come here for cheaper prices than in shopping malls.

Her stuff is more expensive than what's sold in the mall.

Who wants to buy it?

But now personal business cannot be seen in the light, so she can only sell in the dark.

"Can it be cheaper?"

came a timid voice.

Ying Sisi raised her eyes.

She is a delicate girl, dressed simply, with a bald spot on her head the size of an egg.

The exposed scalp was pitted.

He had bangs on his forehead, so the scar was particularly conspicuous. She said: "I've been burned here, and I want to buy a jar for use."

Ying Sisi estimated that no more hair would grow from such an injury, but if the hair in the front was thick, it would be able to cover the injury by lifting it up: "In the burned area, the hair root should be damaged, so hair will not grow. Use hair growth. The ointment won’t come out either. Let’s do this, I’ll give you a jar.”