Happy Lady: The black-bellied man is quick to admit it

Chapter 242 Jiang’s Crazy (3)

Pei Jiaojiao supported Jiang Shi to sit down, watching her having fun while grabbing the lace of her skirt, she almost hated Pei Chengxia in her heart.

In her heart, she always believed that if it wasn't for Pei Chengxia, the Jiang family wouldn't be what it is today, and she wouldn't lose Pei Qinghe's favor.

Seeing that the Jiang family has really lost his mind now, apart from hatred, Pei Jiaojiao's heart is filled with fear and unwillingness.

How will she face the daughters of various families in Los Angeles in the future?

Can her marriage have a good future?

Thinking of this, Pei Jiaojiao couldn't help feeling a little bit of resentment towards the Jiang family.

Seeing this, Pei Chengchun just smiled wryly and shook his head.

This little sister doesn't know when she will grow up...

In Songyuan, Rong Xin leaned lightly on the soft couch, frowned and looked at the black concoction in Lonicera's hand, and said in disgust: "Very Lonicera, can I stop drinking it~"

The concoction looked dark and ugly, but it was also very bitter. Rong Xin frowned and drank it for three days. She really felt that each day was better than the day. She couldn't make it through, and secretly increased the weight of coptis in the medicine.

"There is a saying that a good medicine tastes bitter and is good for the disease, and the bitterness of the medicine proves that it is effective. Young Madam, just bear with it."

"I'm really fine now, why do I keep drinking this bitter concoction!" Rong Xin snorted twice, dissatisfied, "Hurry up and take it~"

Seeing this, Liandong also felt a terrible headache. There is nothing more difficult in this world than persuading her master to take medicine. Only now did she understand why Jianqiu tried every means to leave this job to her. Sure enough, there is a long way to go!

"My good master, you'd better drink the medicine in a weird way, or else you'll complain again when the young master comes, won't you?" No matter how much she shirks, she will always faint when she hears the young master.

This is the so-called one thing down one thing!

It's a pity that Rong Xinqian didn't intend to cooperate this time, she turned her head and reached out to push the medicine bowl, pouted and said: "You can't scare me, I won't listen to you again."

Liandong had no other choice, so she simply moved a stool and sat on the opposite side of the soft couch. She held the medicine bowl and looked at Rong Xinqian, who had a displeased face, and sighed helplessly, "Good master, what on earth are you doing?" Willing to drink medicine!"

"Young Master Yanyue said that although the Luoyuehong on your body has been cured, the toxin has not been completely removed. If you refuse to take the medicine properly, won't the damage to your body make the young master worry and hurt your spirit?" Liandong sighed , continued, "Master, I have never seen the young master a few days ago because of your poor food and sleep. Even if you don't think about yourself, you should feel sorry for the young master after all, right?"

Now Rong Xin became silent. She thought of the extremely haggard Pei Chengxia she saw when she woke up the day before yesterday. She pursed her small mouth slightly, and finally let go, and said: "After I finish drinking the medicine, at least let me go for a walk. Lying down all day, if there is no problem, you will be lying down."

Liandong also thought it made sense, she twitched the corners of her mouth, and said with a smile: "It's very warm in the yard today, so it's good for Master to go out for a walk."

Only then did Rong Xinqian stretch her brows and eyes. She took the medicine bowl, pinched her nose with one hand, pouted her mouth, and muttered, "A stab is a stab. I'll bear it this time!"

Taking the empty bowl, he handed over another pickled plum, Liandong heaved a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "This is the plum that the young master specially found, how does the master think it tastes like?"

"It's not bad." The sour taste of the plums completely relieved the bitter taste in her mouth, Rong Xin's brows were lightly relaxed, and she hummed, "Why do you keep changing your name?"

Didn't she remember that she used to call "uncle" directly?

Honeysuckle: "..."

(End of this chapter)