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Chapter 611 I Probably Drank Too Much Tea

Seeing the excited smiles on their father and son's faces, she was puzzled.

"What are you two laughing at?"

In order to develop a medicine to cure Lan Xi's old illness, Duan Ming has been staying up late these days, soaking in this pharmacy day and night.

Fortunately, Huang Tian paid off, with a heartfelt smile on his face, "The medicine is ready."

Lin Jie froze, her head stuck.

After a brief absence, she came to her senses and beamed with joy, "Really?"

The medicine is ready, which means that Lan Xi's old disease can finally be cured.

Turning his gaze away, he was attracted by the brocade box in Duan Fan's hand.

She walked over quickly, staring at the light blue pill curiously, "This is it?"

Duan Fan nodded, with an excited smile flashing in his black eyes, "Yes."

From now on, Lan Xi no longer needs to sit in a wheelchair.

With a smile on Lin Jie's face, she breathed a sigh of relief, "That's great."

After working hard for so long, their hard work was finally not in vain.

"Since the medicine is ready, you father and son don't stay here anymore, look at the sloppy you two, go back to your room and wash up, I'll make you some supper," she urged.

Both father and son are alike, when they step into this pharmacy, they are completely obsessed with these herbs.

Duan Fan closed the brocade box, looked sideways at Duan Ming, hesitant to speak.

"Dad, I..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Duan Ming knew what he was going to say.

He intercepted his words and said, "I have no objection to you going to Hwaseong, but."

After a pause, he took off the ring on his hand.

On the side, Lin Jie's eyes flickered slightly, and the corners of her lips curled into a smile.

"Hold it." Duan Ming handed him the ring with a calm and authentic voice.

A ring lay quietly in the open palm, and Duan Fan's eyes became complicated.

He looked up at Duan Ming, but didn't reach out to pick it up immediately, "Dad, this..."

This is the ring representing the position of Patriarch. Once he receives it, the entire Duan family will fall on his shoulders.

Duan Ming was not annoyed, his tone was gentle and authentic, "Why, do you think this is a hot potato, or are you still angry with me and don't want this family anymore?"

Duan Fan lowered his voice, "No."

"If you are going to Hwaseong, I will not stop you." Duan Ming said, "This thing will be given to you sooner or later, you take this ring first, as for the Duan family, I will take care of it for you first, and wait for you to come back to hold the ceremony After the Patriarch ceremony, I will completely hand over the Duan family to you."

With these words, he took a step back in disguise.

After being married for many years, Lin Jie naturally knew that he wanted to take this opportunity to repair the relationship between father and son.

She smiled faintly, and echoed, "Fanfan, your father already said so, why don't you hurry up and take it."

"We will take care of things at home, you don't have to worry."

Duan Fan glanced at her and reached for the ring.

Duan Ming withdrew his hand, a smile appeared on his serious face.

"What happened before was my fault. If you see Lan Xi, please help me and say sorry to him."

Duan Fan nodded.

"Okay, I'll talk about what I have to say later, hurry up and wash up, and then eat." Lin Jie pushed one out with one hand, urging.

……

The sky is slightly white, the wind is humid, and there is a hint of coolness.

There seemed to be a fire burning in his throat, and Qiao Luo struggled to wake up from his sleep.

The slight movement of the curled body immediately alarmed the man beside him.

As soon as the bedside lamp was turned on, a soft halo fell into the man's eyes, "What's wrong?"

Qiao Luo opened his sleepy eyes, "I'm thirsty and want to drink water."

Long Beijue sat up, pulled the corner of the quilt to tuck her up, "Put the quilt on, and I'll pour it for you."

After saying that, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed, wearing only a pair of pajama pants.

Seeing that he was shirtless, Qiao Luo said hoarsely, "It's cold, you put on your clothes."

It's easy to catch a cold this early in the morning.

Long Beijue said indifferently, "It's okay."

After more than two weeks, the bandages on his body were all removed, and his chest with clear texture reflected scars of different shades.

The faint light filtered through the curtains, softening his stern eyebrows and eyes.

Qiao Luo sat up slowly, his eyes chasing after his back.

Soon, the man came back with a glass of water.

Qiao Luo took the cup, stuffed the short sleeves into his arms casually, his fingertips touched his chest inadvertently, and there was a hint of coolness.

She frowned and urged, "Put it on quickly, you'll catch a cold later."

Unable to resist her, Long Beijue shook off his shirt, and put it on unhurriedly.

Qiao Luo smiled satisfied, raised the cup to his mouth, and took a sip of water.

After drinking a full glass of water, the discomfort in his throat disappeared.

Long Beijue took the cup and looked down at her, "Do you want more?"

Qiao Luo shook his head lightly, lifted the quilt, and patted the place beside him.

Long Beijue smiled, put the cup on the bedside table casually, turned around and lay down on the bed.

Stretching out his long arms, Qiao Luo habitually leaned into his arms.

With her delicate face pressed against his chest, she asked softly, "Did you not sleep last night?"

Although she was in a deep sleep, she still knew whether the people around her were asleep.

Long Beijue's eyes dimmed, "I guess I drank too much tea at night."

(End of this chapter)