"That's far away from me, there's a guy in there who doesn't like the smell of women's perfumes. ”

That's an ancestor, you have to coax, and your health is not good, what can you do, spoil it.

The woman also knew each other, and she distanced herself from each other, and she was obedient and charming: "Second master, can I play the script of the Tang Dynasty?"

This woman is a newcomer who Baoguang just signed last month.

Xue Baoyi held her chin and smiled: "Before you serve me, you're worried about resources?"

The woman was coquettish: "I hate it, how can anyone have it." ”

"Don't worry. Xue Baoyi took a business card from her pocket and stuffed it into the woman's low open neckline, her movements were tight, but her eyes were sharp, "Wait for my call obediently." ”

Before he could close his hand, someone coughed behind him, as if he hated iron but not steel, and cleared his throat a few times in a row.

Xue Baoyi withdrew her hand, turned her head, and said angrily: "What are you doing?"

The lights in the verandah of the floating life house were dimmed, the gray-green lampshade was shrouded in light, and in the blurred light and shadow stood a person, with a long body, an off-white coat, and an apricot pink sweater inside.

Such a girly match, thanks to the baby-faced blessing, is quite a fan of He Lang.

'Fu Fan He Lang' approached, and the clear and harmless deer eyes glared at Xue Baoyi: "Shame on you!"

Xue Baoyi grinned and smiled like a second-rate child: "What is there to be ashamed of, you should be as innocent as you?"

The innocent 'Fu Fan He Lang' swept his eyes, and when he saw the woman's neckline open, he immediately moved his eyes, and his face blushed, because he was born pure and harmless, and there was no deterrent effect when he spoke harshly: "Come in, don't be embarrassed outside." ”

After speaking, 'Fu Fan He Lang' turned around and left.

The woman smiled and asked, "Second Master, who is he?"

Xue Baoyi straightened her coat: "My uncle, the third master of the Xue family." ”

Oh, Old Man Xue is the one who has a son.

Pushing open the door, Xue Baoyi had just stepped in with one leg and a chicken paw scratching over.

"Damn," he kicked immediately, "how come there's a chicken here?!"

"Giggles!"

The chicken was kicked into the corner and crowed.

Ah Wan went over, stepped on the rope that tied the chicken, so that it would not flutter everywhere, and said, "The chicken belongs to Jiang Shao." He specially took it, slaughtered it when he got home, and stewed it for his employer to replenish his body.

Xue Baoyi took out a piece of paper, wiped her shoes, and teased: "Brother Zhi'er, you don't make movies, but you change to raising chickens?"

In the box, there are antique furnishings.

Jiang Zhi nestled on a soft couch and didn't bother to pay attention to him.

Ah Wan replied on his behalf: "This is someone else's gift." ”

Xue Baoyi wiped her hands again, crumpled the tissue into a ball and threw it into the trash: "In these years, there are still people who give chickens?" He pulled a rattan chair and sat down, and rested his long legs on the coffee table, "Who?

Ah Wan is just about to go back.

Jiang Zhimei glanced at him lazily: "You, and the chicken, go out." ”

Well, Ah Wan hugged the chicken and went out.

"What about Nan Chu?" Jiang Zhi asked.

Just after late autumn, he was already wearing a thick sweater, and his spirit was getting worse and worse, and his expression was wilting.

Xue Baoyi poured herself a glass of wine: "He is on a par with his father again, and he will come later." ”

This game was formed by him, and he gave his third uncle to pick up the wind and wash the dust.

"I'm cold. Jiang Zhi kicked Xue Baoyi's calf with the instep of his foot.

He is delicate, afraid of the cold, and can't stand the heating, and it's not yet winter, so he cries about the cold all day long. Xue Baoyi laughed: "You are really the ancestor of Lao Tzu!"

He put the wine glass down and went out to get a blanket for Jiang Ori.

There's no way, who made him a hardcore face dog, he can't stand the beauty, and among a group of big men, he spoils Jiang Weaving's squeamish bag the most.

When the people left, Jiang Zhi asked the person who was sitting quietly next to him: "Where is the medicine?"

The third child of the Xue family, Xue Bingxue.

A big man, baby-faced, full of collagen, mouth redder than girls, longer eyelashes than girls, and bigger eyes than girls, different from Jiang Ori's Jiao, is he soft, like words?

In Xue Baoyi's words: My third uncle is a stupid white sweet, twenty-eight years old, innocent as a girl, kind as a virgin, it is estimated that he is still a shaky m, otherwise, how could he play with a crush at this age, and the crush is still the person who picks his pants and pinches him.

Xue Bingxue took out a medicine bottle from his coat pocket and threw it to Jiang Zhi: "One a week, you can't eat more." ”

He hummed, unscrewed the cap, poured one out, threw it in his mouth, swallowed it with warm water, then put the bottle in his pocket, stretched out his hand, rolled up his sleeve and rested it on the table.

Xue Bingxue is a doctor, hematology, and studied under an old Chinese medicine doctor.

He sat down and gave Jiang Weaving a pulse.

Congenital insufficiency, heart and lung deficiency.

This is Jiang Zhi when he was five years old, the doctor gave the diagnosis, he was born prematurely, born in less than seven months, the body is naturally not good, but if it is well recuperated, there will be no worries about life, it is just a deficiency disease, in the Jiang family like a baby, but it has not been good for many years, and later, the viscera is chronically exhausted, the heart is weak, and the body is getting worse and worse.

Especially in winter, he even needs to stay in bed, coughing up blood, the strange thing is that he is clearly sick, but no doctor can define what disease he has.

If it weren't for the boy's mistake, he might have died sooner.

There are rumors in the Jiang family that the little young master will not live to be twenty-five, and this year, he will be twenty-four.

"It's not worth it for those people. Xue Bingxue said.

This medicine is bitter, Jiang Zhi poured a small half glass of wine to wash the taste in his mouth, he also doesn't like wine, twisted his eyebrows, and has some discomfort in his stomach.

He said, "I have counted." ”

Xue Bingxue was soft-natured and didn't dare to persuade her, so she only said: "You can't take more of this medicine." ”

"Hmm. ”

He also said: "If you eat too much, you will be infertile." ”

Jiang Zhi raised his eyes to look at his face that was cuter and cleaner than a girl, and smiled: "Do you think," dragging the tune, lazy, "I will have a child with someone else?"

Afraid of annoying him, Xue Bingxue muttered in a low voice: "Maybe someone can straighten you up." ”

Jiang Zhi snorted: "." ”

Xue Bingxue won't say anything.

Jiang Zhi put down the cup and lay down again, not knowing if the effect of the medicine came, and he was a little sleepy: "Your eldest nephew, don't leak the news, he has a straight brain, he can't hide things, I can't tell him about my illness." ”

Xue Baoyi is not stupid, but she can't hold things up.

Xue Bingxue sat upright: "I know." ”

Just now, after finishing the business, Xue Baoyi came back, holding a blanket: "Brother Zhi'er, buddy picked out a girl's powder for you." ”

Jiang Zhi glanced at the apricot pink sweater on Xue Bingxue's body, and indifferently threw two words to Xue Baoyi: "Idiot." ”

“……”

Xue Baoyi rolled her eyes.

Hey, Brother Weaver abused him thousands of times, and he treated Brother like his first love.

The predecessor of Fushengju is a courtyard with eight entrances and eight exits, with a little modern decoration and reconstruction, divided into the inner building and the outer building, the outer building is used to entertain ordinary guests, and the inner building has four small gardens of Meilan and bamboo chrysanthemums, which are only open to the magnates of the imperial capital.

This floating residence is the territory of the Luo family, a merchant in the imperial capital, and the Luo family is wealthy, but the background is not deep, and it is not in the four major families.

Zhou Xufang glanced up at the door plaque, but she didn't know that there was such a place in the imperial capital, she went in with a satchel on her back, and as soon as she walked through the front hall, she was stopped.

The woman in the short cheongsam had a good face and smiled gently: "I'm sorry, it's a VIP area inside." ”

It was raining outside, Zhou Xufang was wearing a black raincoat, black rain boots, a hat for delivery workers, yellow, she was wearing a mask, and she wrapped herself tightly.

She took her phone out of her pocket and made a call: "Your takeout has arrived." ”

She is usually idle, will deliver food in a seafood porridge shop, the proprietress is very good, she used to be a frequent customer there, once she was served the wrong porridge, the porridge put eggs in it, she was drunk, it was the proprietress who kindly took her to sleep for a night, and later, she was free to help deliver takeaways.

It was a woman's voice on the phone: "At 304, you send in." ”

Zhou Xufang said: "I can't get in. ”

Over there, a different man answered the phone: "Give the phone to the person who stopped you." ”

Zhou Xufang gave the phone to the person who stopped her, and her hand was shrunk in her raincoat, carefully avoiding physical contact.

The woman answered the phone and returned the phone: "You can go in." ”

Zhou Xufang pinched the corner of the mobile phone, took it carefully, and then went to the inner courtyard, there were four forks in the road, calligraphy and paintings were hung on the side, and Meilan bamboo chrysanthemum was painted, she sent a text message to ask the customer which garden it was, and no one replied after waiting for a few minutes, so she had to look for it one by one.