Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

After all the dishes were on the table, yesterday the steward named Mo Suiyun walked into the dining room.

He bowed to everyone before saying: "Everyone, our patron and wife are coming here, please wait a moment. We have also prepared specialties of the clan for everyone. The porcelain plate in front of you is blue and green. The fruit is a special product of Guzhong. It can relieve fatigue, help sleep, and taste very sweet. Why don't you try it?"

Song Ci picked out a fruit that looked like winter jujube and tasted it. The taste was indeed very sweet. Song Ci took a bite but felt sick.

She put down the fruit and didn't touch it again.

A female scholar in her early thirties said, "This is the first time I have eaten this fruit. I have never seen it on the market. It tastes really good."

Mo Suiyun laughed complacently. He said proudly: "This kind of fruit is only produced in our valley, and they grow on the western slopes. This kind of fruit suddenly appeared two hundred years ago. The fruit is sweet and you can sleep well when you eat it. Because the output is small, it has never been sold."

"That's a blessing for us."

Song Ci asked, "Could it be that the soil in the valley is so special that it gave birth to this kind of fruit?"

Mo Suiyun looked at Song Ci. He smiled unfathomably. He didn't explain in detail. He just said, "Miss Song is right. It is true that the soil is so fertile that this kind of fruit will grow. ."

As for why it was fertile, Mo Suiyun didn't elaborate.

During the afternoon break in the afternoon, Song Ci had carefully looked at the four mountains in the southeast, northwest and northwest of Mo's family. She noticed that there were almost no houses on the west side of the mountain, but there were the most exotic grasses on that mountain.

A vague idea emerged in Song Ci's heart.

Fertile...

Perhaps, on that mountain, the bones of generations of medicine men were buried. The flesh and blood of the medicine man are treasures, and the bones are naturally useful.

Once this thought occurred, Song Ci stared at the fruit in front of him and almost vomited it out on the spot. She quickly grabbed a glass of sweet juice and drank it, which suppressed the nausea.

At this time, the Patriarch of the Mo family came with his wife.

The new Mo family was named Mo Suixin. Mo Suixin is the only son of his old Patriarch Mo Zhang Kuang, and Mo Zhang Kuang is an old man who only got such a son after he was thirty-five years old. Mo Suixin is equally talented in Chinese medicine. He has been trained for a lifetime by Mo Zhang Kuang, and now he is also a master of Chinese medicine.

Mo Suixin is Mo Fengying's father. His face is very elegant and there is no sign of age. At a glance, he was an ordinary middle-aged man.

Mo Suixin was wearing a black long gown with an improved Chinese tunic suit inside. There was a majestic aura of a master when he walked. The wife of the Patriarch who followed him was wearing a winter cheongsam with a cloak over her shoulders, her hair rolled up, revealing a pretty and beautiful face.

Mo Fengying's appearance is that of her mother, with a delicate and clear spirit.

Song Ci stared at Mo Suixin's face thoughtfully.

This person, in terms of kinship, should be her and Song Fei's cousin.

Song Ci knew that the old Patriarch of the Mo family, Mo Zhang Kuang, was still alive, now in his seventies, and his body is still tough. Song Ci thought that the old paternal host would also appear at the banquet tonight, but he was a little disappointed that he did not see the other party.

Then I thought about it, the old paternal host is noble, so it's right not to come to this small occasion.

Probably, only when the game is over and the top three are born, the mysterious old Patriarch will show up.

As soon as Mo Xunxin sat down, he noticed that there were twins behind the banquet table. He has heard people say that the wife of the president of Zeus International and her sister are also on the team this time. It seems that the pair of beautiful women are Song Ci and Song Fei.

Mo Suixin retracted his gaze, raised his glass, said a few scenes, drank a few glasses of wine with everyone, and chatted.

Everyone talked about things related to traditional Chinese medicine. Some people were sharing the interesting things they had encountered in their working life. Some people were ridiculing the ridiculous arguments they found when they were in contact with Western medicine.

Song Ci listened quietly, rarely speaking.

But Mo Suixin had noticed Song Fei a long time ago. He knew that Song Fei was the oldest virus expert in China. When he thought that such a genius also had a lot of research on Chinese medicine, he felt proud and wanted to sell Song Fei a bit thin. .

"Ms. Song Fei, I don't know what you think about Chinese medicine?"

Song Ci, who played Song Fei, was suddenly named. She put down the drink cup, held her face, and imitated Song Fei's cold face in subtle ways. If it weren't for the people who got along day and night, she would have distinguished the difference between her and Song Fei.

Song Ci said: "Traditional Chinese medicine is a traditional Chinese art and a culture, but I don't think it is perfect. Although it has been developed for thousands of years, it is still a toddler who stumbles. But I do not deny it. , It is indeed a very remarkable, very huge knowledge."

"It's like when we are standing on the top of a mountain and looking at the valley. I can see the division and structure of every house in the valley. I can find out the name and gender of every resident, but this does not mean that I am qualified to be the head of the clan. . And Chinese medicine, it is the valley we are in. You think you have seen it through, you think you have understood it, but in fact, what you see will always be the fur, the most superficial thing."

"Traditional Chinese medicine is an empirical medicine, and learning endlessly is the attitude you should have in studying. Some ancestors wrote "Huang Di Nei Jing", "Shen Nong Hundred Grass Classics" and "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" based on their experience. And I also hope to see In the future, "Song Fei's Record of Distinguishing Medicines" and "Experiences of Xpress Pharmacy" will appear."

When Song Ci said something, the audience was silent.

Then, there was thunderous applause.

Song Fei looked at her sister's profile and thought: You blow, you continue to blow.

When Song Ci heard the words, he couldn't hear his heart enthusiastically, and shouted hello twice. "Okay! Okay! What a "Song Fei's Distinguishing Medicine Records" and "Experiences on Pharmaceutical Medicine at Your Heart"! Young people, you should have great ambitions like you!"

After a lot of talk, I was finally able to eat well. Song Ci used chopsticks to pick up the coriander on top of each dish, and then lowered his head to eat. She thought to herself, it would be great if Han Zhan was here. He likes coriander so much, and the coriander here can make him full.

After dinner, it was all dark, Song Ci and Song Fei took the cable car back to the room.

As soon as he returned to the room, Song Ci took off his clothes for the first time and unfastened the restraints on his chest. She bent down and took a long breath.

Staring at the position of her chest, Song Ci said anxiously: "Song Fei, will my chest become deformed if this continues?"

Song Fei said that she didn't know, she was somewhat melancholy, with a tone of anger, and said, "Don't ask me, this question is super-class." Only Dabo is worried about sagging and expanding breasts. They have no small breasts. This worry.

There is no right to worry.

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Recommend a friend Li Buyan's article "Mr. Gu's Canary"

Everyone in city c knows that Gu Jiangnian, the richest man in city c, raised a canary.

Canary's general knowledge of the situation is generally a wealthy model, and everyone envy Mr. Gu's wife.

But Mr. Gu knew that his canary would fly sooner or later.

One day, the chairman of the Junhua Group attended an international business meeting. The reporter held a long gun and short shots and asked, "Mr. Gu, how did you come with Mrs. Gu?"

Gu Jiang paused in his footsteps a year ago, turned around slightly, and smiled slightly: "Painting the ground is a prison, slowly drawing it."

My friend smiled and asked: "How did the canary fly?"

The man leaned on the seat, his lips twitched slightly, his slender fingertips lit a bit of soot, and the words were cruel and ruthless, "Then break the wings and ruin the dream and raise it in captivity."

[About marriage]

In 2008, Jiang Muwan was framed by a friend, filling the 800 million deficit and going to jail only on the front line.

In the middle of the winter night, with a drizzle, Gu Jiangnian stood at the door of the police station with a black umbrella and lighted the ashes. With a light smile, she looked at her like a bereaved dog, and said with a smile: "800 million for hire, I will marry Miss Jiang. how is it?"

[About the marriage]

She was trapped in full, standing in the flames to watch Gu Jiangnian, a pair of clear eyes fell on the man, and her words were flat: "The husband and wife are birds of the same forest, and they die together."

He responded: "Okay."