Chapter Eighty-Five: Letters
Even if it's not right, does he take care of it?
Thinking of this, Dongfang Jin crossed his waist and looked at Zhao Chenglin, couldn't help but smile in his heart, and raised his face and said, "Why should I explain this to you, are we very familiar with each other?" We've only known each other for a few days, and you're just my patient, and the antidote is what I prescribe, and I can ask for as much as I want, can you control it? What do you have to be angry about? ”
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Zhao Chenglin, who listened to it as soon as he walked to the door, said: "However, no matter how many days we have known each other, you are now the young grandmother of my Zhao family who is marrying a sedan chair and entering the door, not a person who walks the streets and alleys to buy medicine and cheat money, as your husband, I have the right to manage you."
You just gave the antidote so easily, what if there were still people behind Qin Shipu, what if their purpose was not just to get the antidote? What if they know you can cure all kinds of poisons and make you do something you don't want to do? Haven't you thought about any of this? You don't have to think about it! ”
Dongfang Jin slowed down, turned his head slightly, and said coldly: "I'm willing, don't bother you, if I'm not mistaken, we didn't have a courtesy, and we didn't have a round house, which husband are you my husband, are you high?" ”
After saying that, he walked straight out of the living room door.
Die'er quickly followed, and carefully persuaded: "Miss, why do you say that you are angry, Zhao Gongzi, oh no, what my uncle said is right, although the words are more serious, but I think my uncle is thinking about you, why don't you appreciate it, and you still say it like this." ”
Dongfang Jin turned his head and crossed his waist and said to Die'er: "He's not talking heavily, he's yelling at me!" Who does he think he is, he really thinks he is my husband. Except for my mother, I will not make him feel good about anyone who dares to do this to me here. After saying that, he continued to explode.
"However, he is like this because he is worried about you and for your own good, and the so-called concern is chaos, isn't that what it means?" Butterfly hurriedly followed and persuaded her.
Dongfang Jin stopped and took a deep breath, and said, "Good for me, good for me......" Speaking of this, she said softly: "In front of so many people in their family, they shouted at me, is this afraid that people will not know that I have no status in this family?" Is this to deter me with his husband's money? Besides, even if it's for my own good, can you tell me behind my back, can you? Even if it's not behind your back, can you be a little more tactful? ”
When she said this, she took a breath and said with a disdainful expression: "Who let him do it for me, with my permission?" All self-righteous and reckless 'good behavior' is hooliganism. ”
Die'er listened to Dongfang Jin's words, couldn't help but rub her nose, couldn't help laughing, and said: "Miss's idea is really strange, Zhao Gongzi is your husband, how can he say a word and become a hooligan." ”
"No matter what he does, how much he says excessively, a sentence of 'I'm for your good' will make people forgive him unconditionally, and even make people appreciate him, this is not a hooligan, what is this?
And what's even more infuriating is that you all think he's right, and you all think that I shouldn't be angry, I should suffer it, why? Dongfang Jin walked back to his room without stopping.
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After Zhao Chenglin and Dongfang Jin quarreled, they remained silent with a cold face.
Bi Qi, who was standing behind him, said angrily: "Childe is completely for her good, I didn't expect her to be so ignorant." When she has anything to do, Childe should leave it alone, save it-"
"Get out—"
Zhao Chenglin roared.
Bi Qi didn't finish her words, she stood stunned for a while, her eyes couldn't help but redden, she had never suffered such heavy words in front of Zhao Chenglin, and she was still in front of everyone.
Today, for the sake of this woman, Zhao Chenglin actually treated her like this.
Bi Qi finally couldn't help but cover her mouth and shed tears, and hurried out of the living room.
Zhao Chenglin let out a long sigh, he didn't know why he suddenly couldn't control his temper.
Inexplicably, I got angry.
Wasn't he the mildest of all before?
Why is he so impatient in trouble today, so that he lost his temper in front of everyone, but Dongfang Jin is different from others.
He silently turned his wheelchair out of the living room, and with Bi Qi's experience, Gao Fei didn't dare to answer, just followed him silently.
The two arrived at the door of the study silently, and Zhao Chenglin turned his head sideways and said, "Gao Fei, do you think I really shouldn't care about her today." ”
When Gao Fei heard this, he really didn't know how to answer for a while, and said with a dry smile: "Childe, you are husband and wife, how can you not care, uh--this young grandmother's temper, perhaps, that, may be because Mrs. Liu was very fond of her when she was in the boudoir, and she never received heavy words, so she didn't know the severity." ”
He stammered and persuaded incoherently for a long time, and finally didn't know what to say.
Because he felt that Zhao Chenglin said this just now completely out of consideration for Dongfang Jin, people with normal thinking could hear it and didn't understand why Dongfang Jin was angry.
Zhao Chenglin didn't need the help of others, before he poured the bookcase, he wanted to find a book to see, calm down, and the portrait of Dongfang Jin he drew fell to the ground.
Goofy hurriedly bent down and picked it up.
"Ah, isn't this a portrait of a young grandmother? Childe's painting is really similar.,This is still when you're wearing men's clothes.。 Gao Fei couldn't help but exclaim when he held it in his hand, "It can be seen that Childe has imprinted the appearance of the young grandmother in his heart, otherwise how could he draw it so similarly." ”
Zhao Chenglin stretched out his hand and snatched it over, and said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, I'm just painting casually, how can I imprint her in my heart, and besides, which eye can you see that I painted him." ”
As he spoke, he crumpled his hand into a ball.
Seeing this, Gao Fei hurriedly stretched out his hand to save it, but in the end it was not as fast as Zhao Chenglin's hand, and saw that the painting was rubbed and lost under the bookcase by Zhao Chenglin's hand.
"Childe, even if you are angry, why don't you have to worry about this painting."
Goofy bent down to pick it up, but Goofy raised his foot and stepped on it, "Don't pick it up." ”
"Childe, why bother?"
As soon as Goofy finished speaking, a pigeon with gray wings and black fur fluttered and landed at the window.
Zhao Chenglin raised his head sharply and looked at the window.
Gao Fei smiled: "It's the lord who sent a letter, I don't know why, I actually sent it to the son alone. ”
Zhao Chenglin's feet slowly lifted up, muttered for a while, and said, "Go and bring the letter." (To be continued.) )