Chapter 3: I'll Cure Your Disease!
"Thank you, sister, I will take your words to heart."
After the girl raised her voice, she hooked her lips and smiled lightly, and the moment she let go of her hand, the pair of phoenix eyes like torches swept towards her, as if a supreme god was looking at ants, and then turned away.
Bai Qingyue's whole body trembled violently in pain, and she clenched her teeth fiercely.
Bai Shiyu, you wait for me!
Baijia side hall.
"What! You said that Bai Qingyue actually asked you out in the name of the young master of the Jiang family, pushed you off the cliff, and publicized everywhere that you would not commit suicide if you begged for pleasure, this vicious woman, I must tell grandpa to go! ”
After listening to everything, Bai Zihang got up excitedly, and before he could take a step, he was pressed by a soft little hand.
"Brother, acting rashly without clear evidence will only lead to your own disadvantage."
The girl took a sip of tea, her eyes turned to the angry man, and continued.
"Besides, with the current strength of our family, even if we really get tangible evidence, what do you think Grandpa will do, send Bai Qingyue to the court or scold him?"
Bai Zihang's blocked face turned red.
Yes, my father has been haunted by the sickbed since he was attacked, and he has no talent for business management, and the side family is not angry, and he is not a promising young man.
And Bai Qingyue and Bai Yuhai of the second family are just the opposite, in this younger generation, although the family rules of the Bai family have been the inheritance group company of the old family for a hundred years, but according to this development trend, I am afraid that the second family will also become the heir without waiting for the family rules to change.
"But they're too much, just bully us normally, this time it's your life!"
It's all because he is not angry, his father is sick in bed, and his sister is still young, if he is powerful, he will not let his family face this danger.
Bai Zihang clenched his fists with both hands, and his back molars were bitten to death because of hatred.
Bai Zizhong on the sickbed also sighed to himself, he is now a wasted person, and even he has to be taken care of by others, so he can only watch and be anxious.
"Of course, we have to calculate it, and we have to calculate it slowly, but there is only one thing we have to do now."
"What's the matter?"
The two men asked in unison.
Bai Shiyu smiled lightly, slowly got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, the sun poured on the girl's body, and the blood-red birthmark in the corner of the girl's eyes was like a blood-colored lotus flower in the sun, enchanting and blooming, and the beauty was dazzling.
"Heal my father's illness and return him to his place as his master."
"Returning to the Throne of the Family"
Bai Zizhong muttered in a trance.
At that time, he was high-spirited, he was the pillar of the Bai family, and he was the only heir, but everything was ruined because of that accident, which not only took half of his life, made him linger on the sickbed for the rest of his life, but also made him lose the love of his life.
He struggled to survive, exhausted his family resources, and after years of exploration, he found a myelin-washing pill from a master outside the world, and it was rumored that the myelin-washing pill could bring the dead back to flesh and bones, and it took several years of hard work for a master to get one.
But now that the Cleansing Pill is gone, there is no cure for his illness, let alone returning to the position of the master.
Bai Zizhong sighed lightly, shook his head and said nothing.
Bai Zihang also lowered his eyebrows, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became sluggish.
The girl turned her head to the two of them with bright eyes, just a marrow washing pill, but it was just a toy in the early stage of her alchemy.
"Don't worry, Dad, I'll treat your illness!"
When the words fell, the corners of the girl's lips hooked and smiled confidently, and the delicate chin drew a perfect arc in the sun, which made the two people present unconsciously stunned.
Their poetry seems to have become a little different, and they are unconsciously convinced.