"These... It should have been this king. Qi Muran walked up with a smile and knocked on the table.

The table was full of the dishes she had made today, but now all that was left was the scraps.

Xu Shu didn't understand where his current confidence came from.

Qi Muran picked up the wine glass she was using and smiled faintly angry.

"Give the food you made for this king to others?"

Xu Shu looked away and didn't look at him, "No, it wasn't meant to be for you to eat." ”

Suddenly, her jaw ached, and Qi Muran turned her face fiercely, and she was caught off guard by his gaze.

"Really?"

If Manager Yu didn't come to tell him, would she just plan to explain nothing and let people splash dirty water on her?

She just didn't care about what he thought and felt?

Xu Shu brushed his hand away and went to clean up the mess on the table.

The result of being tired all day did not enter Qi Muran's mouth in the end...

I knew that I would have really poisoned Qi Mu, and I would not be slandered in vain.

She thought angrily.

She stacked several plates into a stack and found that they were almost all eaten, and there was basically nothing left.

It's gratifying, but it's not happy.

She didn't intend to pay attention to him at all, which angered Qi Muran.

He raised his hand and swept it, and the entire table looked as if it had been wiped clean.

With the sound of a plate smashing, a cup exploded at Xu Shu's feet.

The otherwise quiet courtyard resounded with the sound of porcelain breaking, and then it was quiet again.

Xu Shu's heart was shocked and he was stunned.

Seeing her stunned and frightened, Qi Muran regretted it a little.

"Do it again tomorrow." He threw down such a sentence and left.

Be a ghost!

Xu Shu looked at the wound on her hand that was cut by the broken porcelain fragments that had been blown up, from her elbow to her wrist, and the red blood slid down her arm into her palm, gathering into a pile, and then flowing down her fingers to the ground.

Hiss, it hurts.

No matter how good she is, she can't stitch herself herself...

I can only bandage it briefly and wake up tomorrow.

I lost a lot of blood, my head was groggy, and when I woke up the next day, it was already three poles in the morning.

If she didn't deal with her arm, she might really have to die here.

Qi Muran's internal strength is too deep, and with a wave of his hand, the broken porcelain pieces that are fried can be pierced so deeply...

She was really a water reversal yesterday.

Just as he was about to lift the quilt and get out of bed, he found that his bed was already stained with blood.

Xu Shu was afraid for a while, fortunately, this body has a good foundation, otherwise he would faint from excessive blood loss and would not wake up, and it is very likely that he would have confessed here.

Gauze, scissors, silver needles, wine, candles, thread.

It's ready.

In fact, you should drink a bowl of hemp boiling.

Because her parents died early when she was a child, she was brought up by her grandparents and grandparents in turn.

Grandpa sternly trained her to be the heir of the consortium, but her grandfather asked her to memorize prescriptions every day.

Memorize one before eating, one before going to bed, and even bring a medical book to memorize when you go to the bathroom.

So she still remembers the recipe of hemp boiling.

Although she has not tried the effect of hemp boiling, but now she gives herself stitches, and she can't drink hemp boiling, so she can only endure it alive.

Otherwise, how can I hold a needle after drinking hemp and boiling it.

She rolled a handkerchief into a roll and gritted her teeth tightly.

It can effectively prevent biting your tongue when the stitches are too painful, and also prevent the screaming from alarming others.

Just by taking off the gauze, her cold sweat was already dripping.