"Tan'er, let the young man come in." His voice was as quiet as a drifting cloud, and it was very pleasant to hear.
Everyone present felt their hearts tremble when they heard it.
It's really enjoyable, just saying a word is so pleasant to the ears.
Since Mo Liancheng nodded, Qu Tan'er had no reason to stop him and ordered the maid to lead the young man in. Unexpectedly, the young man paused and said timidly: "I...I'm not in a hurry."
"No hurry? I didn't ask you to pee..." Qu Tan'er continued casually.
This connection suddenly felt inappropriate.
Sure enough, many people around suppressed their laughter, and the atmosphere changed.
"No, it's not." The young boy panicked.
The young man stepped forward and held his thin shoulders, "Don't be afraid, my brother is here."
"I'm not afraid. I just want to see if the miracle doctor can cure my brother first. My illness... my illness is not a problem..." The young boy lowered his head and looked like he was about to cry. He was worried that he could not be cured.
It hurts my brother instead. That kind of feeling is the most sincere in the world. I can give up myself without wanting anything to happen to my brother.
The young man's eyes flashed with distress and relief, and he was about to say something.
A touch of warmth flashed across Qu Tan'er's eyes, she smiled sweetly and stretched out her hand towards the young boy, half-coaxingly saying: "Here, take the most important thing on your body, one thing for one life, your brother's life."
The things on this kind of precious young master must be valuable.
Maybe it’s worth more than that divine horse, the ten-thousand-year-old goblin...
Unexpectedly, the young boy was stunned for a moment, but he would soon regret it. He took out a purse from his waist with great care, and smelled a faint herbal fragrance. He reluctantly placed it in Qu Tan'er's palm, looking like he was about to cry.
It looked like someone had robbed me of my beloved thing, but the embroidery on the purse was ugly, not to mention the needle cost and other issues.
Qu Tan'er thought that even she could sew better than this person.
She didn't notice that the young man's expression was a little strange at this moment...
In the end, the little boy burst into tears and said aggrievedly: "Brother...I'm sorry, I said I would keep it forever, but now you give it away, do you blame me?"
"No wonder. You sent him out to save your brother. How can your brother blame you?" The young man gently touched the little boy's hair.
He wasn't surprised, but did the woman in front of him think they were playing tricks on her?
The little boy seemed to be relieved and said, "Brother, go back and embroider another one for me."
"!!!..." Qu Tan'er's little hand trembled and her purse fell to the ground.
Qinling drank tea and almost choked.
When the little boy saw that his wallet had fallen, he quickly picked it up, and then carefully dusted off the dust. In fact, there was nothing on it, but the little boy paid too much attention to it. Then he put the wallet away reluctantly.
When you go to the table, your expression and behavior are indeed the most important things.
Qu Tan'er was completely defeated.
Her little wishful thinking came to nothing, and she waved her hand in frustration, "Everyone, go in! If you wait any longer, it will be over soon."
The young man was not angry, and pulled his brother towards the house with a smile in his eyes.
A maid specially opened the door, sent the two of them in, and then closed it again.
During the opening and closing of the room, people outside happened to see a man who was as handsome as an immortal and was sitting on a chair, reading a book.
Just one glance makes people forget to breathe...
Qu Tan'er sat lazily on it, but did not wave to call the next person.
Holding the teacup, as if thinking about something...