Divine Doctor Concubine

Chapter 415
As for the steamed buns on the ground, Feng Qi'er thought that Murong Jiujiu would not eat them because of his arrogance, but unexpectedly, Murong Jiujiu bent down and picked up the steamed buns that fell on the ground.

She tore off the part that was stained with dirt, and then chewed it in big mouthfuls. People are like iron and steel, and she still has to save her strength for other plans, and she must not treat herself harshly.

But when he thought of the burning pain on his wrist, Murong held the steamed bun in his mouth for a long time, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Before the tears flowed out, she wiped them away.

Now is not the time to cry.

But at the same time, as she raised her hand to wipe away her tears, she gasped in pain as if her wrist was being torn, and a tear fell abruptly.

"Come up."

At this time, Feng Wushang's lazy voice came from the carriage, and then the curtain of the carriage was lifted, revealing his handsome and indifferent face, with a rare hint of teasing in his eyes, he said with a sneer.

"It's ugly."

What he said was ugly, of course it was Murong Jiujiu biting the steamed bun with his mouth full, his eyes filled with tears, how pitiful he could be.

"It seems that you don't need to eat the Yunpian cake I prepared for you," Feng Wushang raised the stack of delicate cakes in his hand seemingly distressed, and said helplessly.

Most likely, you don't know what is good or bad, so you don't eat what is specially prepared for you, but prefer to eat the steamed buns that fell on the ground.

"you do this delibrately……"

Murong gritted his teeth for a long time, his eyes filled his heart.

Feng Wushang definitely did it on purpose.

"Who says I won't eat, I'll eat as much as you have," Murong Jiujiu climbed into the carriage in a fit of anger, dodging the cakes and tea in Feng Wushang's hands.

He ate it recklessly.

But she didn't care about the hideous scars on her wrist and the burning pain. The more it hurt, the more she forcibly held back her tears, just to use this pain as a warning to herself.

Whatever Feng Wushang has done to her, she will definitely not do it like this.

In Feng Wushang's eyes, although Murong Jiujiu was sometimes sloppy and messy, but most of the time, he was a peony as delicate as a flourishing age, especially when he was by that man's side, from head to toe, he was pampered.

It was as if she was born to be served by groups of servants, as expensive as a peony.

But I have never seen that she is so stubborn and so forbearing.

She obviously hated herself to the core, but she could still share a car with him and accept his food. She must be chewing the food at this moment, and she must be thinking about how to bite off her own flesh.

Thinking of this, Feng Wushang couldn't help a smile on his lips, then took out a bottle of ointment from the small compartment beside him, and reached out his hand to grab Murong Jiujiu's wrist.

Murong Jiujiu shook it off, "You don't need to pretend to be kind."

Feng Wushang sneered, but he insisted on pulling her arm again, pressed it on his knee, and said: "It's your blessing that my Patriarch treats you well, if you dare to refuse, you know the consequences. "

It was nothing more than threatening her with Ah Xing.

Murong Jiujiu was furious for a while and laughed, "Then your evil to me is also my blessing, and I can't afford this kind of blessing."

Feng Wushang gave her the movement of rubbing the medicine, paused slightly, and said without lifting her handsome face: "You are right, the evil I did to you is also your blessing, whether you like it or not, you must Bear it... just like the knife you gave me."

After all, he still has a heart for that knife.

Murong Jiujiu snorted coldly, turned his head away.

Feng Wushang lowered his head, earnestly, and evenly spread the milky white ointment in his hand on Murong Jiujiu's blood-red strangle marks bit by bit, his gentle movements seemed to be treating his most cherished thing.

"As long as you are obedient, I can treat you better in the future."

At the end, Feng Wushang suddenly said a few words, but the tone was light, probably only he himself could hear it.

"Feng Wushang, I hate you."

Murong Jiujiu coldly withdrew his arm, the carriage under him began to move forward, Feng Wushang continued to read a book by the window, his jade-colored face was as handsome as ink.

……

Outside the carriage.

Looking at the car starting to start, she was wearing a water red long dress with red sleeves, and she was a little stunned at first on her pretty oval face, then she heard Feng Qi'er coming behind her.

Looking back, he said, "Liu'er is dead? Was he killed by the mistress just now?"

Feng Qier's face turned cold, and she said with resentment in her eyes: "Mistress? She is also worthy..."

Just now, in Hongxiu's eyes, she didn't see any emotional fluctuations caused by Liu'er's death, and she felt more and more dark hatred in her heart, and said sarcastically: "Why, the Patriarch brought back that woman, you panicked? "

Hongxiu pursed her lips into a smile, and said, "Why am I panicking? Even if there is no such woman, there will be other women. That position is not something I can think about. To me, everyone is the same... It's just that I'm a little curious, the Patriarch doesn't seem to like this woman, why did he bring her back?"

Feng Qi'er gave Hong Xiu a disdainful look, "You can't figure out what Patriarch is thinking, you should learn how to serve others first."

"you……"

Hongxiu's face froze, what she hated most in her life was when people said that about her, even though she was indeed used to serve people in Israel, it was not her turn to Feng Qi'er to make such sarcastic remarks.

Immediately snorted unceremoniously: "Don't worry, my life is protected by someone. Unlike you, it's just a dog next to the Patriarch. I'm afraid the Patriarch didn't say a word about Liu'er's death."

Hearing this, Feng Qi'er's complexion also changed instantly.

Hongxiu smiled triumphantly: "What's the point of us pinching each other here? Why don't you take a good look at the future. Although the Patriarch doesn't like this woman, but so far, this is the first time I've seen another woman climb up The owner's car, even Princess Yuran can't do this."

"Who knows what tricks that woman has to be charming."

Feng Qi'er glanced at Hong Xiu vigilantly, turned around and left with the sword in her hand.

Hong Xiu stood where she was, but stared at the carriage that had gone away without blinking, thinking about what the scene in the carriage should be like at this moment, she didn't know whether she should be envious or jealous.

It made her beautiful face slightly cloudy and uncertain.

"Sister Hongxiu, don't be annoyed. As the head of the house, women will definitely be around you in the future, but you are different. After all, you grew up with the head of the house, and the relationship is different."

A little maid came up to please her.

Facing such a fawning maid, she had long been familiar with the strangeness, she frowned, as if thinking of something, and said, "Help me find out the origin of this woman, and..."

After a pause, a bit of calculation flashed in Hong Xiu's eyes, "Send a message to Princess Yuran for me, and say that the head of the family has brought back the mother of Feng's family and let her go to see her."

The servant girl was taken aback when she heard the words, and then she beamed with joy, "Sister Hongxiu is really smart."

That Princess Yuran is not a good stubble, I'm afraid there will be some excitement in the future.

(End of this chapter)