Shock!Straight Man Long Aotian Secretly Hides The Villain’S Skirt Chapter 135
byChapter 135 The Fool’s Happy Bride 10
Zhao Wenhong smiled and said: “I accidentally fell it, and the road abroad is not easy.”
“Oh.” Xie Rong didn’t worry and waited for him to take his pulse.
“Although the weather is hot, my wife should not be too greedy for coolness. Heat stroke is inevitable,” Zhao Wenhong said sternly, “I will go back to the medicine shop later and take two patches of medicine. If you drink it today, you will be fine tomorrow.”
“You have gone to study abroad, why are you still back to guard your father’s Chinese medicine shop?” Xie Rong reached out and picked up the pocket watch on his chest and took a look, “Isn’t it your foreign doctor anymore?”
“The country is in chaos. I’m not a foreigner. Even if I want to be a foreign doctor, I’m afraid I won’t be accepted by others,” Zhao Wenhong said with a helpless smile, his face was open-minded, and his soft eyes traced Xie Rong’s face, “I always feel that you have grown so big in the blink of an eye, but you have to exercise restraint in everything. Being too indulgent will only hurt your body.”
Xie Rong withdrew his hand and stared at him coldly. As the curse words came to his lips, he suddenly reached under the table, pinched the man’s ears, and pulled him out.
“Honey, it hurts,” Lu Chuan tilted his head and said.
“Didn’t I tell you that you are not allowed to stay in my house during the day?” Xie Rong pinched his ears, and he looked exactly like the vicious woman who abused the protagonist in the plot.
“I want my wife to play with me,” Lu Chuan muttered.
“Didn’t I buy you a toy a few days ago?” Xie Rong would not take care of him sincerely, and he had no interest in being a mother. He only used some toys of a three-year-old child to deal with it. If Lu Chuan is willing to be dealt with by him, then he is really stupid. If he is not willing to be dealt with by him, then he is a shameless person. “Go and play in the yard by yourself.”
Zhao Wenhong saw the two of them getting along like this, and then remembered the indulgence he had just revealed, and his expression was complicated for a moment.
The next day he came to Luzhai for a follow-up consultation, still in this room.
It’s just that the silly young master in the room has been sent to the yard to climb trees and catch cicadas. Xie Rong is leaning on the imperial concubine’s couch, and a strong and handsome servant is kneeling next to him, squeezing his legs diligently.
“Madam, is this strength okay?”
“My wife is thirsty, would you like some tea?”
“…”
Zhao Wenhong walked in and took his pulse again, “It seems that you are afraid of hardship again. You haven’t finished the medicine prescribed yesterday.”
Xie Rong propped up his chin and said lazily: “Then my body is better today?”
“You,” Zhao Wenhong shook his head.
Xie Rong raised his eyelids and silently looked at the man sitting at the table writing the prescription.
“Look what I do?” Zhao Wenhong looked like he had eyes on his head.
“Zhao Tongguang, Zhao Wenhong,” Xie Rong’s eyes were dark, “They are both light and rainbow. They sound like real brothers.”
“Butler Zhao in your mansion is indeed a capable person. Who doesn’t know this in Lizhou?” Zhao Wenhong’s smile remained unchanged, “I don’t dare to reach high.”
“He is just a slave, so he is not a high achiever,” Xie Rong sneered.
“It’s not fashionable to talk about slaves now,” Zhao Wenhong said while writing the prescription. “Everyone is equal in foreign countries.”
“I saw that you looked tired, so I specially prescribed a prescription to calm your nerves. Drink it before going to sleep at night.” Zhao Wenhong folded the prescription and pressed it on the table with the tea cup that Xie Rong drank.
Xie Rong responded lightly.
“Xie Rong.”
Xie Rong opened his eyes and looked at him again, “If you have anything to say, just say it.”
“Now that you are Mrs. Lu, you are too close to others, which is bad for your reputation,” Zhao Wenhong pointed out.
Lizhou is a thousand-year-old city, and some old customs are deeply rooted. Xie Rong is afraid that he will be targeted and used as a raft.
Xie Rong raised his foot and lightly kicked the servant’s shoulder, “You have nothing to do here, go down first.”
The servant glanced at Zhao Wenhong angrily and backed away reluctantly.
“Doctor Zhao,” Xie Rong hooked up with him. When the man walked in, Xie Rong reached out to grab the man’s suit and tie and pulled it down. The resentful water in his eyes was compelling, “It seems that you are not able to understand the pain of marrying into a deep house and being lonely. I have been facing a fool all day long. I don’t want to find a servant at home to get close to me. Do I want to find you?”
“…” Zhao Wenhong’s breath stopped.
“You are a doctor. Since you have asked, you will not leave my illness alone, right?” Xie Rong wrapped an arm around the man’s neck like a water snake and raised the corners of his lips maliciously.
Zhao Wenhong carried the medicine box and hurriedly ran out of Lu’s house, as if a female ghost was haunting the house, forcing him to flee.
…
Zhao Wenhong stayed up all night and was grabbing medicine in the shop when he suddenly heard the customers who came to grab medicine talking.
“I heard that someone was killed again in Lu’s house!”
“Isn’t that right? This morning, old man Lin, who sells tofu, passed by the gate of Luzhai with a pole and happened to see a severed hand rolling out of the gate.”
“Oh my God, both hands were chopped off. The previous servant said he slipped and fell into the water. This one…can’t say that he also chopped off his hands, right?”
“Mr. Lu has only been gone for less than two months, and two lives have already been lost… Could it be that Mr. Lu didn’t leave at all?”
“I heard that those who died were all good-looking, young and strong young men! You said that Mrs. Lu married a fool at a young age, and her life may be very difficult. Could it be that Mr. Lu was afraid that his silly son’s wife would run away, so he showed up?”
“Stop talking, you’re so weird.”
Zhao Wenhong neatly wrapped the medicine bag in his hand and handed it to the customer, then walked out of the pharmacy carrying the medicine box.
…
When Zhao Wenhong rushed to Lu’s house, people from the police station were walking out of it, followed by a particularly slender figure.
Xie Rong leaned against the door, yawned, and watched the people from the police station leave.
Zhao Wenhong had an idea and stepped forward and asked: “The one who died was the servant who pinched your leg yesterday, right?”
Xie Rong tilted his head and smiled at him: “Yes.”
“Doctor Zhao, you don’t know. He died so pitifully. He was so scared that I couldn’t eat today. You have to give me another prescription.” Xie Rong turned and walked into the house.
Zhao Wenhong followed silently.
That night, Xie Rong had a nightmare.
The dead servants in the dream took turns pressing on him, resentfully asking him why he wanted to seduce them, because he had killed them.
Xie Rong was so pressed that he was covered in sweat and breathless. He thought in a daze that he had returned to that secret realm again. He had lost all his cultivation and was lying in a pool of blood as the evil ghost tore his clothes and tore his soul. All he could hear was the evil ghost’s excited and sharp smile.
He suddenly woke up, pulled out the dagger from under the pillow, got out of bed in the dark, and slashed randomly in the dark room. He uttered curses that even he could not hear clearly, and he could not vent his hatred.
The fool stepped forward to touch him, but he scratched his arm and slapped him away.
Go to hell!Let them all die!
The servants who were keeping watch outside heard the movement, quickly opened the door, lit the lights in the room, and were all stunned.
Their usually domineering wife was now wearing silk pajamas, sitting barefoot on the ground, her thick black hair that she was reluctant to cut fell to the ground, her eyes were red and filled with hatred, and her thin white fingers were holding a bloody dagger, staring at them coldly.
So fierce, yet so pitiful.