In the next room, Qi Shu took out half a bottle of medicinal wine from the house.

It was probably left for a long time, and a layer of dust fell on the outside. He carefully wiped it off with a rag before taking out the wooden plug and pouring a little bit on Zhao Ling's wrist.

There was no smell at all, and at this moment, Zhao Ling smelled the pungent smell of medicinal wine.

I don't know how to make medicinal wine in this era, and there are not many things that have anything to do with wine, and most of them are estimated to be traditional Chinese medicine.

So the flavor is extraordinarily strong and the color is also very dark.

Zhao Ling sat on the bed, Qi Shu held her hand, poured the medicinal wine up, and gently wiped it away with his fingertips little by little.

The medicinal wine was cold, but Qi Shu's hands were hot.

The tingling sensation brought by the skin touch made Zhao Ling's brain rise some thoughts that should not be there.

She didn't look at Qi Shu's eyes, like a Buddha statue that had been settled, just staring at her wrist dryly.

Qi Shu's gentle voice came from above his head: "I said last night that I would wipe it on you, but you refused." If I had wiped away the bruises last night, I would have been fine today. ”

As soon as Zhao Ling heard this, he remembered that Qi Shu proposed to give her a hand last night.

She thought that just taking a hot towel would not have much effect, so she refused, but she didn't expect the Qi family to have medicinal wine.

When Qi Shu was rejected last night, he was still a little disappointed, but he didn't insist much, which made Zhao Ling a little embarrassed.

Now that she heard Qi Shu mention it again, she raised her eyes and glanced at it, and said softly, "It's okay today...... Thank you, Qishu. ”

Zhao Ling rarely calls Qi Shu's name so seriously, usually either shouting Qi Xiucai, or shouting husband in a weird way. So after the word "Qi Shu" came out, Qi Shu's hand suddenly stopped.

Zhao Ling thought something was wrong, and looked up at Qi Shu, just as Qi Shu also lowered his eyes.

Zhao Ling's facial features are already somewhat different from before, and the previous Zhao Ningning can only be regarded as a beautiful woman with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes. Zhao Ling's facial features are particularly bright and magnificent.

I don't know if wearing books has changed the trajectory of the characters, as she stays here, Zhao Ningning's traces become weaker and fainter, and her face tends to be more and more to herself.

At this moment, Zhao Ling saw the downside-down miniature version of himself in Qi Shu's eyes.

It's a little strange to myself.

Her eyes widened with a little helplessness, and her hair was lazily pulled up, with the style of a mature woman, but with the gentleness and charm that did not belong to her.

Zhao Ling used to be the most unkind woman, her personality was cold and hard, and the word gentle had nothing to do with her.

But in the dress of this rural woman, she saw another side of herself.

Just as he was in a trance, Qi Shu suddenly leaned down.

Zhao Ling was taken aback, leaned back reflexively, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

But Qi Shu only approached her, and by the way, he raised his hand and brushed away the little bit of hair that covered her eyebrows.

The warm touch of his fingertips swept lightly from his brows, and Zhao Ling felt that his heart, like a lake in spring, was slightly rippled by the wind.

[Woo, these two people are really good looking on the same screen]

[Yan Gou's carnival day, I'm so happy]

[I guarantee a hundred points, Qi Shu definitely wants to kiss Xiao Zhao just now]

[Yes, yes, his Adam's apple has moved, and his eyes are drawing]

[Woo woo woo Xiao Zhao, Xiao Zhao, why are you hiding? ] I hate! 】

[Can you only see kisses at night?] I hate it too! 】

[Xiao Zhao is really difficult to attack, Qi Shu is not tempted like this]

[I still appreciate Xiao Zhao's sobriety, and he doesn't fall in love at all]

[Engage in business, engage in career, Xiao Zhao get up]

【……】

After Qi Shu stroked Zhao Ling's broken hair, he straightened up and said with a smile: "Okay." ”

Zhao Ling had never experienced such a scene, her throat moved, she coughed lightly and turned her head and said, "Okay...... Thank you. ”

"You and I don't need to be polite." Qi Shu's good-looking eyes bent down, and his voice returned to lightness.

This time, he didn't mention anything like husband and wife, which made Zhao Ling's heart lighten, and the embarrassing atmosphere seemed to be swept away.

It's just that when Zhao Ling turned her head again, she found that Xiaohua, who should have been asleep, woke up at some point, and her big eyes were blinking at them like her father.

Although the two of them didn't have any intimate actions, Zhao Ling was still a little uncomfortable, she and Xiaohua looked at each other for a few seconds before asking, "When did you wake up?" ”

Xiaohua rubbed her eyes, got up and got into Zhao Ling's arms, and then said in a soft voice: "Just woke up, mother, what are you and Daddy doing?" ”

"Didn't do anything." Zhao Ling coughed again, and after hiding the embarrassment, she touched Xiaohua's soft hair and said, "Do you want to sleep a little longer?" ”

Xiaohua hesitated for a moment and nodded.

Zhao Ling looked at Qi Shu and said, "You go get busy first, I'll look at her and let her sleep for a while." ”

Qi Shu looked at the two people, one big and one small, with gentle eyes: "Okay, I'll go outside first." ”

Today I am going to the village to talk about buying land and building a factory, and they bought some things in the town yesterday, and they will bring them with them when the time comes.

The glow gradually dissipated, and there were traces of people's activities in the village.

Zhao Xiaohe made breakfast and came out to call people, and Zhao Ling happened to come out of the house.

Zhao Xiaohe looked behind him and asked, "What about Xiaohua?" ”

"I'm still sleeping, let's eat, we still have something to do after eating."

Zhao Xiaohe didn't say more, moved the table and told everyone to hurry up and eat. Liu Wenhui has sensitive ears, and as soon as she heard that breakfast was ready, she walked out as soon as possible.

Zhao Ling remembered what he heard when he passed by last night, glanced at Liu Wenhui a few times, and Liu Wenhui, who was looking directly, felt empty in his heart: "Ning Ning, what do you do if you don't eat?" ”

"It's fine." Zhao Ling smiled, turned his head and asked Qi Shu again, "Did you go over after breakfast?" ”

Qi Shu said "um": "I'll go with you." ”

He was the only talent in the two villages, and his father used to be the only gentleman in the private school. If it weren't for his previous illness, the gentleman of the private school would probably still have to bear it. Therefore, the hopes of the children in the two villages are pinned on him, and if he comes forward, the probability of success will be much higher.

Zhao Ling also thinks so, with the convenience of Qi Shu, there is no need to use it in vain.

After breakfast, Zhao Ling gave Xiaohua to Zhao Xiaohe to watch, and went out with Qi Shu with his own things.

The two went to Lizheng's house first, and the other party was a middle-aged man in his early forties, with a serious face, but his attitude towards Qi Shu was very gentle.

When he heard that he was going to buy land to build a workshop, he was stunned for a moment before shifting his gaze to Zhao Ling.

Zhao Ling patiently explained the purpose of establishing the workshop, and assured Li Zheng that the workers needed in the factory in the future would basically be selected from his own village.

In other words, as long as the workshop can make money, it will definitely not lose the people in the village.

After listening to this, Li Zheng had already agreed most of the time in his heart, but he still looked at Qi Shu and asked: "Qi Xiucai, you are in good health now, and the children in the village are ...... about studying."