Chapter 50: The Female Dignity is Pitiful (4)
Qin Gong was about to take Lu Qianhe home, but he suddenly fainted.
She subconsciously helped him up, picked him up horizontally and went to the hospital.
Chunlin Medical Center.
"This little boy is weak, and his emotions are too big for a while to cause syncope, this matter can be big or small, I suggest you don't move him yet, let him recuperate here for a few days, and check if there are any other hidden secrets."
"Yes."
Lu Qianhe was recuperating in the medical hall, and Qin Gong didn't go back to the village, so he happened to eat some delicious food in the county seat, stayed in an inn, and lived a leisurely life.
On the fourth day, Qin Gong took Lu Qianhe back to the village.
Shi Lang was startled when he opened the door and saw Lu Qianhe beside her, his eyes froze, and he avoided his body and let them in.
Not only Shi Lang was surprised, but Lu Qianhe was also surprised. Unexpectedly, the place where he would live in the future was opposite the Lu family, and what he didn't expect was that the master he had to take care of turned out to be Shi Lang.
Even so, he saluted respectfully to Shi Lang: "Husband." ”
Shi Lang avoided his salute: "You misunderstood, I'm not ......"
Qin Gong didn't quite understand the title of this world, so he didn't say anything, just said: "Shi Lang, he is the little servant I bought to take care of you, and you will be directly responsible for his affairs in the future." ”
Then she looked at the newly renovated house, paused, and complimented, "You did a great job." ”
Although the house has only been briefly renovated, with brand new furniture, it looks much better than the previous dilapidated appearance. It's only been a few days to have this kind of effect, and she should praise it.
Shi Lang's face was not obvious, but the roots of his ears were a little red: "There is still a lot of silver left after this arrangement......"
"You keep it, and use it as a writer in the future," she has always disliked to get these, "You can buy what you need at home, don't be stingy with food, I want to eat delicious food, I don't lack money, I'll get it when I'm out of it, Lu Qianhe...... In the future, give him one or two pieces of silver a month. ”
lest the heroine come back, he is a subordinate and penniless.
"When you save money in the future, you can redeem your deed of sale at any time and restore your free body." After she finished speaking, she threw Lu Qianhe's deed of sale to Shi Lang and went back to the house.
Shi Lang held the deed of sale, and was at a loss for a moment.
Lu Qianhe was a little envious: "The head of the family is really good to her husband." ”
Shi Lang glanced at him: "You are comfortable with the change of identity, what's the matter?" Your grandmother sold you? ”
Lu Qianhe's eyes were red: "Yes." ”
"......" Shi Lang put away the deed of sale, "I didn't say anything about you, why do you look like you're going to cry?" Let's go, I'll take you to your room, and you clean up after yourself. ”
Lu Qianhe: "Xie Fulang." ”
Shi Lang: "......"
After walking a few steps, he still couldn't help but say: "It's okay if you call me by my name, I didn't marry her, you don't have to call me husband." ”
Lu Qianhe was a little surprised, this house originally belonged to the Shi family, but now that Qin Gong has moved in, it is obvious that there are only two of them, are these two people not married?
"Yes, Childe." After all, he was bought into the current person, and the deed of sale was still in the other party's hands, so of course he couldn't call him by his name as before.
Shi Lang didn't bother to correct it, and directly pointed out a vacant room to him and asked him to clean it up by himself.
……
After Qin Gong returned to the room, he picked up the white jade flute and studied it again, Xiao 8 didn't see anything wrong, she gently rubbed the white jade flute in her hand, and suddenly felt a wave of sleepiness.
She sensed that something was wrong at the first time, and as soon as she bit her teeth, the smell of blood in her mouth was permeated, and she couldn't stop the sleepiness after she was awake for a while.
This flute is not the first day to touch, what's going on?
Before she had time to think deeply, she closed her eyes and lay on the table, her breathing gradually even.
Shi Lang was just about to come over to have a showdown with her, when he saw her sleeping sweetly, obviously already asleep, but still holding her flute tightly.