Matriarch is Pretty and Cool

Tong Yunrou sneered. If her mother Chen Meihua knew about it underground, would she regret supporting Bai Chu?

Uncle Li stopped the car, and heard Tong Yun’s gentle and Qingyan conversation when he just came out, he couldn’t help but frown, "Miss Yunrou, Miss Qingyan, when the old lady was still alive, I heard Ms. Chu didn't transfer the money to support her, it seemed to thank her?"

Tong Yunrou had already turned red with anger and sneered: "My mother was a strong woman in Haicheng before she was alive. She needs to thank an orphan without a father and no mother? Uncle Li, where can you be a driver for talking? Don't retreat? "

Apart from funding the orphans, Tong Yunrou can't think of any reason for her mother to transfer money regularly every year!

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Uncle Li's face, and he left without saying anything.

Tong Qingyan covered her lips in astonishment: "This Bai Chu, is it the woman who rushed to fix Uncle Qi with her aunt?"

After all, Tong Qingyan was only eighteen years old. He only knew that his aunt liked the third master of the Duan family, but didn't know other things.

Tong Yunrou looked complicated, and said solemnly, "Don't spread this matter, you and I only know it."

Tong Yunrou was cold all over, if Duan Xiuqi knew that Bai Chu was back, then it would be useless for her father to force him to death!

Tong Yunrou looked at the bill and couldn't help but chuckle.

Presumably, Bai Chu didn't mix well, so he brazenly begged Tong's family to continue to fund it, right?

Tong Yunrou took the bill and went to the courier who sent the shipment. Now the couriers are all delivered under real names, and they may be able to find some clues.

Tong Qingyan was standing at the door of her house, Qianli's figure was drawn by the shadow of the lamp in the room, she thought about it.

Are there too many people surnamed Bai recently?

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Bai Chuwei came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, went to the grocery room on the third floor, smelled the aura from the pile of elixir, and sighed: "It's a refreshing breath."

The snowball on his shoulder squeaked: ‘It’s the breath of money. ’Three hundred million!

Bai Chuwei thought that Duan Feihan was so generous, and chuckled her lips slightly: "You are so generous and good-looking, I will definitely cure your dad."

Bai Chuwei went to bed and turned off the lights.

Snowball sat on the pillow and saw Bai Chuwei closed his eyes, surprised as if he had discovered a new world: "Old ancestor, you want to sleep?!"

Xueqiu thinks that the most useless thing in this attic is this bed. You have to know that the ancestors have lived for five thousand years, except that they have no feathers and soaring, they are no different from gods, or else they will not be able to lighten it easily. , Just to let it accompany to relieve boredom.

go to bed?

Sleep is only needed by ordinary humans, and it doesn't matter whether the ancestors sleep or not.

The last time I slept, maybe it was four or five hundred years ago.

Bai Chuwei's voice was lazy: "Well, I'm going to find Liu Zhen."

The package of medicine she gave Duan Feihan was not enough to make Grandpa Duan’s stomach cancer better. She needed a medicated bath and 13 Lingdao needles to assist. But she really didn’t want to go to Duan’s house for a doctor, so she stepped back and sent an apprentice. Just get a few needles.

Although Liu Zhen looked down on her, in the world of ordinary people, Liu Zhen was indeed a master of Chinese medicine, and it was best for him to give injections.

So before she left the panacea, she threw a sentence to Liu Zhen, who was trembling: "Tonight, I will come to you in your dreams."

The art of dreaming is very simple, for her there is no challenge.

But I don't know if Liu Zhen didn't sleep, Bai Chuwei waited for a minute without seeing anyone, and the ancestor became a little impatient.

Bai Chuwei's slender fingers propped up her chin, and a trace of interest flashed in her beautiful eyes. Would she like to go to Duan Feihan Meng? See what he is dreaming about.