Is there a hatred?

She holds a grudge the most.

The scar on Peng Tianliang's face originated from a car accident in Jiangxia, and to this day, she remembers every detail of that car accident clearly.

After the car accident, the Peng family found someone to carry the bag, but Jiang Mingzhu could see at a glance that the person who turned himself in was not the perpetrator at all.

Although she was rescued, the person who saved her was not lightly injured. She was in and out of the hospital at that time, and she had no time to take care of it, and when she saw people, everything was a foregone conclusion.

She only glanced at Peng Tianliang at the time of the car accident, the scene was very chaotic at that time, she was busy saving people, Peng Tianliang's face was covered with blood, she didn't know who the perpetrator was, she had been investigating in Jiangxia for the past few years, but whether it was from the car that caused the accident or from other aspects, she had never been able to find any news.

It wasn't until she was at the door of Langyue that she remembered the scar on Peng Tianliang's face.

The position where the glass was inserted at the beginning is the position of the scar on Peng Tianliang's face now.

What a coincidence, she has been looking for someone in Jiangxia for five years, but she didn't expect it to be Peng Tianliang.

Jiang Mingzhu slowly stirred the sugar water on the stove, in a casual but unconvinced tone, "What kind of enmity can I have with him, that is, I see that he is not pleasing to the eye, and I want to beat him, his name is Xue Rong's grandson, I don't have to call him grandpa?

Her expression is natural, and her tail note is raised, just like when she is in trouble and coquettish to avoid punishment on weekdays, insisting that the wine bottle is really for Xue Rong to smash.

Xue Xingzhi slapped her head quietly, "Don't learn from Xue Rongxue all day long." ”

"Is the surname Peng difficult to entangle?

Xue Xing knew, "The matter has been dealt with, don't worry." ”

Jiang Mingzhu was actually not worried about Peng Tianliang's difficulty, but he didn't want Fang Tezhu to grab her pigtails in the future.

Xue Xingzhi had not recovered from the cold, and his throat was itching, so he hurriedly retreated to the kitchen door and coughed violently.

Jiang Mingzhu hurriedly turned off the fire and poured water for him, and asked with some concern, "Do you want to go to the hospital?"

Xue Xingzhi waved his hand, "No, do you have cold medicine at home?"

After receiving Cheng Ming's call, Xue Xingzhi immediately booked a ticket to return to China, and spent the remaining hours dealing with business.

I was in a hurry to return to China, and I didn't even have time to bring medicine.

Jiang Mingzhu went to rummage through the medicine box, "I'll look for it." ”

There are many types of cold medicines in the medicine box, and Jiang Mingzhu doesn't know which one is better, so he simply puts the entire medicine box on the table.

"Brother Xingzhi, which one do you want?"

Xue Xingzhi took a box of cold capsules in his hand, looked at the dosage, picked out two and swallowed them.

Jiang Mingzhu suspected that he just took the medicine casually, and he didn't know if it was right or not.

She turned into the kitchen and took two small bowls and two bowls of sugar water.

"I cooked it, you try it. ”

Xue Xingzhi usually doesn't like sweets, but the cold makes his mouth bitter, "Okay." ”

Xue Xingzhi rushed back by plane overnight, she was still a little apprehensive, but Xue Xingzhi didn't even say anything serious when he saw her.

The feeling in her heart was always strange, up and down, and she couldn't say it clearly.

"Brother Xingzhi, I'm going to the hospital later, you just came back, let Zheng Tong pick you up and go back to rest?"

Xue Xing knew: "I slept on the plane for a long time, and I will accompany you to the hospital." ”

Jiang Mingzhu nodded, "Then by the way, let the doctor show you and prescribe some medicine." ”

Xue Xingzhi nodded a little slowly, and smiled, "Okay." ”

The cold made Xue Xingzhi's whole person look a lot softer, and he seemed to be very good at talking.

Jiang Mingzhu took the opportunity to say, "I don't know what happened to Xue Rong, he was beaten badly." ”

Xue Xingzhi didn't know her careful thoughts, and said lightly, "It's time for him to practice." ”