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Chapter 421: Juexin: I can't if I don't care. Ten

Juexin: I don’t care, I can’t. (10)

"My husband's family name is Mo, and everyone calls me Mrs. Mo."

Madam Mo picked up the sack that Wan Qing was covered with, threw it aside, and then picked up Wan Qing. She was thin and small, but she was quite strong.

He put a set of bedding on the bed and another set of clothes for Wan Qing before putting her back on the bed.

Wan Qing saw that Mrs. Mo frowned slightly when she saw the injuries on her body, and there was a slight flash of reluctance and pity in her eyes.

"Miss, are you hungry? What do you want to eat? Nubei will cook it for you." When I spoke now, I felt much better than before.

Wan Qing smiled softly. Sure enough, Madam Mo's coldness was only superficial. As long as she showed her some of her injuries, she immediately softened.

"Anything is fine."

Madam Mo looked inside the room again and saw that there was nothing to pack for the time being. After all, it was almost midnight, so she directly picked up a package and walked outside.

After a while, a bowl of hot chicken soup came in.

"How come there is such a thing?" Wan Qing looked at the chicken soup in surprise, and then thought of the package, wasn't it brought from Shuanglong City? It's really...fortunately it's winter, otherwise, it would be so far away...

"Thank you."

She drank the chicken soup with Lady Mo's hand, and Wan Qing thanked her sincerely.

Although Madam Mo always looked cold, she took very good care of Wan Qing. Moreover, although Wan Qing never saw her, someone sent her something every day.

From daily necessities for food and drink, to some expensive medicines, supplements and other luxuries, everything is available.

What made Wan Qing even more laughable and helpless was that a new house was built in the place where she used to live in just a few days. The interior was clean and beautiful.

Wan Qing was quickly moved in.

She was moved in because she couldn't get out of bed.

Although the wounds on her body were all scabbed, she couldn't move too much. The scabs would crack if she moved. In more serious cases, they would bleed. In order to heal faster, she could only be obedient.

However, after raising her for a month and a half, the scabs on her body have almost fallen off, and they still don’t let her get out of bed. That’s too much!

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Chapter ten is ok today


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