Tong Yunrou sneered, if her mother Chen Meihua knew about it underground, would she regret funding Bai Chu?

Uncle Li stopped the car, and when he came out, he heard the conversation between Tong Yunrou and Tong Qingyan, and couldn't help frowning: "Miss Yunrou, Miss Qingyan, when the old lady was still alive in the past, I heard that the transfer of money to Miss Bai Chu was not because of funding her, it seemed to be to thank her?" ”

Tong Yunrou was already angry, and sneered: "My mother was a strong woman in Haicheng when she was alive, and she needs to thank an orphan who has no father and no mother?" Uncle Li, where do you have to talk as a driver? Still not quitting? ”

In addition to sponsoring orphans, Tong Yunrou can't think of any reason to let her mother transfer money regularly every year!

A trace of embarrassment flashed on Uncle Li's face, and he didn't say anything and left directly.

Tong Qingyan covered his lips in shock: "This Bai Chu, is it a woman who robbed Uncle Qi with her aunt?" ”

Tong Qingyan was only eighteen years old after all, and he only knew that his aunt liked the third master of the Duan family, and he didn't know anything else.

Tong Yunrou's expression was complicated, and she said very solemnly: "Don't spread this matter, just you know." ”

Tong Yunrou's whole body was cold, 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 very well, so he cheekily begged the Tong family to continue to pay for funding, right?

Tong Yunrou took the bill to find the courier who sent the mail, and now the couriers are all sent by real name, and may be able to find some clues.

Tong Qingyan stood at the door of the house, her beautiful figure was stretched by the lights and shadows in the room, and she thought about it.

Are there too many people with the surname Bai recently?

*

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

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

Bai Chuwei thought of Duan Feihan being so generous, hooked her lips and chuckled: "You are so generous and good-looking, I will definitely cure your father." ”

Bai Chuwei went to bed and turned off the lights.

Xueqiu sat on the pillow and saw Bai Chuwei close her eyes, and said in amazement as if she had discovered a new continent: "Ancestor, you want to sleep?!" ”

Snowball thinks that the most useless thing in this attic is this bed, you must know that the ancestors have lived for five thousand years, except that there is no feather ascension, there is no difference between it and the gods, otherwise it will not be able to light it casually, just to let it accompany it to relieve boredom.

Go to bed?

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

The last time I went to bed, I guess it was four or five hundred years ago.

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

The pack of medicine she gave Duan Feihan was not enough to make Old Man Duan's stomach cancer better, and she had to take a medicinal bath and be assisted by thirteen needles of the Spirit Dao, but she really didn't want to go to Duan's house for a consultation, so she retreated and sent an apprentice to get a few stitches.

Although Liu Zhen is not eye-catching, in the world of ordinary people, Liu Zhen is indeed a holy hand of traditional Chinese medicine, and it is best for him to apply needles.

So, before she left the elixir workshop, she threw a sentence to the trembling Liu Zhen: "Tonight, I came to look for you in your dream." ”

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

But I don't know if Liu Zhen didn't sleep, Bai Chuwei waited for a minute and didn't see anyone, and the old ancestor was a little impatient.

Bai Chuwei's slender fingers propped up her jaw, and a hint of interest flashed in her beautiful eyes, did she want to go around in Duan Feihan's dream? Look at what he's dreaming about.