The villain took me crooked after wearing the book

Chapter 27 You haven't paid us monthly money for three months

Zhao Huiwei seemed to have just recovered, and quickly helped him to sit down on that chair.

Then he took out his handkerchief from his pocket, trying to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Unexpectedly, he turned his head slightly, with undisguised dislike on his face, coughed lightly and took out a white handkerchief from his pocket, "Use mine."

Zhao Huiwei: "..." When is the time to pay back yours and mine!
What a man with hairy hair!

But Zhao Huiwei couldn't bear it anymore, this time it was this evil spirit who saved her.

On his handkerchief was some cold fragrance unique to him, Zhao Huiwei gently wiped the blood stains from the corners of his lips, her eyes were full of guilt.

After wiping it, he was about to grab Shen Mingnan's hand, but he avoided it so that no one could touch it.

"Okay, I'll take care of the rest myself."

Zhao Huiwei widened her eyes when she heard the words, and refused: "No!"

Pulling his hand persistently, he rolled up his sleeve to reveal the wound scratched by the chopsticks.

The wound was on the back of the hand, as if there was a damaged crack on the fine porcelain jade.

And this rift was caused by Zhao Huiwei.

Being manipulated by Zhao Huiwei so forcefully, Shen Mingnan admitted that he was stunned for a second, and then looked at this courageous woman and laughed angrily, "Zhao Huiwei, dare to refute my order? Don't be afraid that I will Are you buried on the back mountain?"

"I'm afraid." Zhao Huiwei replied almost instantly, but his eyes were glued to Shen Mingnan's hand, and he whispered, "If you're afraid, I'll treat your wound first."

After saying that, she went to find medicine for sores, brought gauze, and helped Shen Mingnan check if there was any other dirt in the wound.Carefully sprinkle the powder on.

Zhao Huiwei's hand was warm, and when he touched his slightly cold fingers, there was a slight warmth, and Shen Mingnan could see her lowered eyelashes, seriously applying the medicine.

It is a strange person to help him even though he is afraid of him to death.

Zhao Huiwei, who had experienced another night of thrilling, was rarely able to sleep.

The scene of dying was replayed repeatedly in her mind. If Shen Mingnan hadn't been there at that time, she would probably have been pierced through the heart by that chopstick, right?
She slowly curled up in a ball under the quilt, put her hands on her chest, feeling the strong and powerful heartbeat, she was still alive.

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Shen Mingnan felt the burning pain in his heart and lungs while breathing, and only felt a toothache.

He poured the medicine bottle sent by Yanyuan, and there was only one pill left in it.

After swallowing, I felt that the burning sensation subsided a lot.

After Yan Yuan and Yu Huai buried the corpse, they knelt on the ground the whole time.

Yanyuan saw his master's face was pale, and the guilt in his heart almost drowned him, and he said angrily: "Master, you shouldn't save her, she was planning to be damned, and now you have used your internal strength to do it again. It hurts the lungs."

Shen Mingnan closed his eyes tightly. He didn't know why he wanted to save this little village girl who was always angry with him. Maybe it was because she served him with all her heart during this time, which made him feel grateful?

Grateful?Thinking of this, Shen Mingnan himself sneered, he has no conscience so he doesn't have such a thing!
But for the sake of the little village girl being so kind to him, it is not impossible to let her be his own. After he observes for a while, if Zhao Huiwei can gain his trust, let her be his personal maid, When the time comes, he will reluctantly take her with him when he returns to the capital.

After making up his mind, Shen Mingnan suddenly felt relieved, and said to them quietly: "Keep Zhao Huiwei, don't move."

Yanyuan said aggrievedly, "Yes."

Then, Shen Mingnan asked: "Is there any medicine left?"

Yan Yuan froze for a moment, touched his nose embarrassingly, "It's gone..."

Shen Mingnan frowned, and before he could speak, Yanyuan took the lead, "Master, it's not that the subordinates don't give you the medicine, it's really, really... the taels we brought are not enough!"

Shen Mingnan thought about many possibilities, maybe Yanyuan was too busy to take care of it, maybe he was on the way to make medicine but hadn't finished it yet, he never thought that he had no money to buy medicine...

What about his tub? ! ...

Shen Mingnan's face turned dark when he thought of this, "Where's the money I usually give you?"

Yan Yuan looked aggrieved, "The medicine you take is all bought by your subordinates, and...you haven't given us monthly money for three months."

　Shen Mingnan's Psychological Theater:
　　Where is my money?Where is my money?Where's my money? ! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)