The red general Wen Qing let into the house.

Lady Manad's house was filled with a fruity scent.

Dressed in a gorgeous long dress, she sat on the sofa with a steaming cup of tea and a fresh fruit plate in front of her.

Like, entertaining?

Wen Qing's eyes swept over the coffee table twice, and only after making sure that there was only a cup of tea, did he withdraw his gaze.

With a smile on his face, he walked up to Lady Manad, and handed over the gift box in his hand:

"Mother, you have been in poor health, I received a hundred-year-old ginseng from Lingnan, Huaguo."

"It just arrived today, and your slices to make tea or soup are excellent."

Manad glanced at it, his face moved slightly, and he didn't take the brocade box.

Hong smiled and took it: "Thank you, Young Master Wen, I will arrange for Mrs. to eat." ”

A strange feeling rose in Wen Qing's heart.

He always felt that Manad and the maid named Red had read through his own thoughts.

But the arrow is on the bow and has to be sent.

Steward Zhao is right, the matter has come to this point, and there is no way back.

It's better to make a decision immediately and seize the opportunity.

Wen Qing made up his mind, and he was not as panicked as he was when he first heard Steward Zhao's words.

He took a step forward: "Mother, I see that your face is sallow, and you are more haggard than yesterday, is it what I have done to disappoint you?" ”

"......" Manad probably didn't expect Wen Qing to say such modest words.

She raised her head and looked at Wen Qing deeply, not understanding why the other party suddenly seemed to be a different person.

Wen Qing's face was ashamed: "Mother, I have thought a lot today, and I feel that I am indeed sorry for you and my father's upbringing. ”

He went from the panic when he first came to S country to the complacency after that.

It wasn't until he was kicked out today, recalling the way he came, that Wen Qing realized that he had wasted a lot of time.

He earnestly recalled to Lady Manad the time they had spent together.

Even if you raise a kitten and a puppy, you will also have feelings, not to mention Wenqing as a son.

Mrs. Manad was a little moved when she heard this, and tears were about to flow out: "Son, I'm just angry that you don't grow up. ”

"Think about it, Yi Chu was created by me and your father, if you don't pass it on to your own children, who else can you pass it on?"

"I see that you have been floating very much recently, the friends you have made are of bad character, and your subordinates are not well restrained, I am angry!"

"This time is a wake-up call for you, and I hope you can learn from the lessons."

"Don't kneel, get up."

"As long as you're good, why don't I give it to you?"

Mrs. Manad's eyes were red, and she looked around for a handkerchief to wipe her tears.

Wen Qing hurriedly handed over a handkerchief, which still exuded a faint fragrance.

As soon as Mrs. Manad was about to stretch out her hand, Red handed over a tissue: "Madame, wipe your tears." ”

Seeing Manad take the tissue, Wen Qing took back the handkerchief.

Instead of tucking it back into his pocket, he gently placed it on the coffee table.

"Red, you go slice this ginseng and make a bowl of tea for your mother!"

"Mother, you drink some ginseng tea to make up for it first, and I'll take you to the doctor tomorrow."

Wen Qing picked up the brocade box again and stuffed it into his red hand.

Red: "......"

She went to see Lady Manad's face.

If Wen Qing had just come in and ordered him so, Manad would definitely have a reason not to drink.

But Wen Qing's words were earnest, and he was both grateful and repentant.

Manad was soft-hearted, how could he not accept the filial piety of his adopted son?

She nodded at Chonghong: "You cut thin slices and cook me a bowl." ”

Red lowered his eyes and gently withdrew.

Wen Qing seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

He did not leave, but sat down and said another good word to Mrs. Manad.

Waiting for Hong to bring the fried ginseng tea, Wen Qing stood up again and wanted to reach out to serve it.

Hong silently avoided Wen Qing's outstretched hand, and handed the soup bowl to Manad in person: "Madam, it's not hot or cold, just drink." ”

Mrs. Manad took it and put the tea to her lips.

Wen Qing's heart was raised.

However, Manad put the tea down again: "Red, mix some honey for me." ”

"Mother, simple ginseng tea is not bitter." Wen Qing smiled awkwardly.

Manad didn't pick up the stubble, and watched Red put the thick spoonful of honey into the bowl to melt before picking up the soup bowl again.

This time, she drank it all.

"Mother, wipe your mouth!" Wen Qing picked up the handkerchief on the table and wiped the residual juice from the corner of Manad's mouth herself.

"You go back." Manad was worried about Ning Yishu in the middle, and was anxious to get Wenqing out.

Accompanying him to play a scene of mother and son filial piety, it is very tiring.

Wen Qing didn't insist this time, and said a few words of blessing, and after telling Hong how to use old ginseng to make up for food, he finally left.

"Young Master?" Adong, who was waiting outside, greeted him.

Although he didn't know what Wen Qing's idea was, Ah Dong intuitively felt that his boss had done something big.

Otherwise, why is Wen Qing's expression happy and relaxed?

Wen Qing turned his head, glanced at the closed door, and hooked the corners of his mouth: "But that's it." ”

His voice was too soft, and Ah Dong beside him didn't hear clearly: "Huh? ”

"Gone!" The people of country S are really late in civilization and their IQ is not enough.

Wen Qing took his hands, held his chest high, and learned Wen Ting to take square steps and walk very calmly.

As soon as she returned to the house, Wen Qing called Steward Zhao to report the good news: "I have already gone in, and she will definitely be unable to guard against it." ”

"Uncle Zhao, are you sure that the drug can't be found, so she won't be able to do it tonight?"

On the other end of the phone, Steward Zhao was confident: "Don't worry, it's absolutely no problem, unless there is an antidote, it will be difficult to treat the medicine." ”

Steward Zhao put down the phone and immediately said to Wen Ting, who was waiting next to him: "Old man, young master is done." ”

"Hmph, it's kind of a mid-point use!" Wen Ting said coldly: "You always pay attention, when there is chaos over there, I will go over and help him turn the tide!" ”

"Yes, ginger is still old and spicy." Steward Zhao patted the fart at the right time.

…………

Manad House.

As soon as Wen Qing left, Ning Yishu came out of the inner room.

She glanced at the clean tea bowl on the coffee table: "Madam, how can you easily eat the things he sent?" ”

Manad smiled and motioned for Red to explain.

Hong smiled and said, "In the direction of Dr. Ning, I can't let Mrs. enter the things he sent." ”

"This bowl is indeed ginseng tea, but it is not a century-old ginseng sent by Wen Shao."

Can Manad's house be short of ginseng?

There may not be a hundred years, but there is no shortage of more than ten years.

Since his poor health, Manad has never lacked supplements such as bird's nest and ginseng.

Therefore, the red one is commonly used by oneself and is absolutely safe.

While Ning Yishu breathed a sigh of relief, he reminded Manad: "However, you have a tumor in your body, I don't recommend taking too many supplements, but it will aggravate the growth of the tumor." ”

"Ah, I won't make it up after that!" Red's face changed.

Ning Yishu smiled: "It's okay, it's okay once in a while." ”

But if you don't drink it, how can you count it?

Ning Yishu turned his mind around, and found that Manad was frowning, his face slowly faded blood, and he covered his chest.

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