Zhang Mingliang said, bringing the prepared medicine to him and looking at him with keen eyes.
"Enjoy endless glory and wealth."
Zhan Fei reminded her to drink the medicine.
Zhang Mingliang smiled softly while watching him drink the medicine, then put away her keen eyes, turned around and returned to her place, and told him seriously, "I am not interested in glory, wealth and wealth."
"Then what are your interests? Apart from studying medicine."
Zhan Fei looked at her bottles and jars, and it seemed like she was doing this everywhere she went.
Zhang Mingliang also lowered his head and glanced at those things, then looked up at him with a smile, and said calmly: "Let you and Bei Wei have a bad ending."
"..."
Zhan Fei looked at her and his heart trembled, but he quickly laughed again, "You don't dare."
Zhang Mingliang said nothing and nodded in approval.
Zhan Fei no longer needs a wheelchair, although he is still limping.
After he left, Zhang Mingliang quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Since then, she had no means of contacting the outside world, so she thought for a while and went downstairs.
"Ms. Zhang, there is ginseng soup in the kitchen. Would you like a bowl?"
"OK, all right."
Zhang Mingliang heard her aunt's words, nodded in agreement, and followed to the kitchen.
At this time, there was no one on the first floor. Zhang Mingli felt funny in her heart. They were really not careful about her.
The aunt filled her with ginseng soup and put it down in front of the dining table. "Miss, please come over here and drink. It's still a little hot, so don't burn your delicate little hands."
When Zhang Mingliang heard those words, she walked over and showed her hands in front of her: "My hands are not delicate at all."
The aunt looked at her hands and was a little surprised. Young people nowadays basically take good care of their hands.
But Zhang Mingliang's hands are rough.
Zhang Mingliang raised his cuffs as if inadvertently, and the aunt's eyes dimmed, which can be described as shocking, "Miss, are you injured? Have you applied any medicine?"
"Apply medicine? Maybe there will be new injuries later, so forget it."
Zhang Mingliang pulled up a chair and sat down, drinking soup as if she didn't care at all.
The aunt looked on and felt distressed. If she hadn't considered the amount of money given by Zhanjia, she would not have wanted to do such a messy situation as Zhanjia. Now that she saw Zhang Mingli was injured, she felt even more
, I'd better resign as soon as possible.
But what to do with this poor girl?
The aunt looked at her and then quietly looked outside.
"Auntie, can I use your mobile phone?"
"ah?"
The aunt looked away and looked outside. When she lowered her head and saw Zhang Mingliang with tears in her eyes, she was filled with motherly love and quietly took out her mobile phone from her pocket.
"Auntie, do you still have the ginseng soup?"
The aunt immediately put her cell phone back into her pocket, and immediately answered in a nervous voice: "Yes, there is more."
"Help me fill a bowl."
Bei Wei walked into the kitchen wilfully, wearing a pink silk nightgown.
She didn't expect to see Zhang Mingliang, but she was not interested after seeing her. She pulled out the chair opposite her and sat down. She took the soup that her aunt served her. Before drinking, she looked at her and asked, "Are you still in the mood for soup?"
?I heard that the eldest young master of the Su family has a broken leg."
Zhang Mingliang stopped drinking soup because of those words, and then raised his eyes to look at her, "Aren't you really afraid that you won't end up well?"
"Have you ever cursed your own mother like this? Seeing as you are so capable now, have you inherited my good genes? You should hope that I will have a good old age."
Bei Wei said, slowly drinking the soup.
The aunt had already left, and Zhang Mingliang felt anxious again, but she still lowered her head and drank the soup in her bowl leisurely.