The whole night, Mr. Nangong tossed and turned, and didn't sleep all night.
He sat up early.
After he was injured, Su Luo was the one who took care of him, so she would come in soon. Lord Nangong thought with certainty.
However, what he was waiting for in the end was Wang Xiaohu, a little kid carrying a small wooden basin, running in, grinning his little tiger teeth at Master Nangong: "Pretty brother, wash your face."
Nangong Er Shao's unparalleled beauty turned dark in an instant...
It's dark.
Xiaohu moved a small bench and sat at the entrance of the village. Finally, he waited for Su Luo who came back in the dusk carrying a basket of medicine. He immediately ran up excitedly with his short legs: "Pretty sister, beautiful sister"
Su Luo held Xiaohu's hand, and Xiaohu held a small stool with his other hand. The two of them went home in the thick dusk.
As Xiaohu walked, he complained to Su Luo: "Pretty sister, will my pretty brother starve to death?"
"Ah?" Su Luo was puzzled. What happened to the Second Young Master Nangong?
"I secretly ran to see him three times. Breakfast was not eaten, lunch was not eaten, and dinner seemed to be untouched. In the past, Xiaohu's grandfather would not eat three times in a row, and then he would starve to death... Wow, is my beautiful brother hungry?
Die?" Xiaohu felt terrible just thinking about it.
Su Luo had a black streak on her head.
Xiaohu's grandfather was seriously ill and of course he couldn't eat when he was dying. Nangong Liuyun's injury was not that bad.
Su Luo coaxed the little guy a few words, and the little guy happily ran to play with his friends.
After Su Luo entered the yard, she unhurriedly packed up the medicinal materials she had collected from the mountains today, sorted them into categories, and baked them.
In fact, the moment Su Luo stepped into the courtyard, Nangong Liuyun sensed her aura.
Second Young Master Nangong coughed lightly.
In the past, if Su Luo saw him coughing, she would definitely go in and care about him with concern.
But now, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough...
Second Young Master Nangong found that he had coughed several times, but the woman outside was still baking medicinal herbs and ignored him!
Wait and wait.
When Second Young Master Nangong's back was stiff, the door creaked open.
Nangong Liuyun glared toward the door angrily.
Su Luo!
This girl is finally willing to come in!
Second Young Master Nangong snorted coldly and looked at her with a cold gaze.
Su Luo still had yesterday's mahogany tray in her hand, and on it were still yesterday's medicinal materials and gauze ointment.
When she came in, she felt Nangong Liuyun's cold eyes glance at her. Su Luo sneered secretly in her heart, her face was still as cold as yesterday, and she walked in front of Nangong Liuyun calmly.
Nangong Liuyun also had a cold face, looking away like an arrogant young master.
Su Luo put the tray aside and asked coldly: "Are you taking it off or should I?"
Nangong Liuyun's dark eyes stared intently at Su Luo.
Su Luo's eyes were cold and emotionless, and she continued to repeat: "Should you take it off or should I?"
There was a slight grievance in Nangong's second young master's eyes. He looked at Su Luo silently. He wanted to ask, have you given up on me? But when the words came to his lips, Nangong's second young master became arrogant and what came out was: "Have you given up on me?"
Don’t you want to treat me anymore?”
Su Luo glanced at him coldly: "Most of your injuries were caused by me. I can't just die without saving you. If I save you, we will really owe each other nothing."