Matriarch is Pretty and Cool

After the Chinese medicine was boiled and let cool, everyone let the old man Duan leaning against the head of the bed, and fed the bowl of medicine into the old man's mouth.

Bai Chuwei "kindly" chose the most bitter medicine, and especially told that she must feed it spoon by spoon. Even the hard-working old man Duan almost vomited in his mouth.

After feeding a bowl of medicine for more than half an hour, the old man from the Duan family was so bitter that his lips were trembling.

The old man gradually opened his muddy eyes, looked at the surrounding family members, and muttered to himself: "Old man, I have only done one bad thing in my life. Retribution. I am ill."

Old man Duan has been upright and upright throughout his life, and he has done something beyond the limits of his heart.

Twenty years ago, the eighteen-year-old third child liked a girl named Bai Chu and insisted on marrying someone regardless of her wishes.

At that time, he admired the girl Bai Chu very much, and wanted to let her be his daughter-in-law, so he acquiesced to Duan Xiuqi's actions.

Thinking about it now, it might be retribution.

Where can the people around you worry about what Mr. Duan is talking about? I saw that the old man not only opened his eyes, but he could talk!

You must know that the old man has been unconscious since he was diagnosed with advanced gastric cancer.

This medicine is really effective!

If it weren't for knowing that the old man took the medicine, the rest of the people would almost think that old man Duan had come back?

Tong Yunrou was pleasantly surprised: "Four Lord, can Uncle Duan get better? In that case, my marriage with Xiu Qi shouldn't be delayed, right?"

Duan Xiuqi looked ugly, but he didn't want his own father to die either. At this time, he was feeling very complicated.

Duan Xiuqi glanced at Tong Yunrou's expectant eyes, and absently replied: "If father recovers from the illness, of course the wedding does not need to be postponed."

Duan Feihan said in a faint tone: "It's not enough to take medicine. Starting from tomorrow, one week from tomorrow, Dr. Bai's apprentice will come over to give his father a medicated bath and acupuncture."

Just that 300 yuan of medicine is not enough, the most important thing is Bai Chuwei's Lingdao 13 needles!

Duan Xingye asked strangely: "Four uncle, won't Weiwei come to give grandpa acupuncture himself?"

It seems that Weiwei really hates his grandpa! Not willing to visit the doctor in person.

"Um. Your book, here you are." Duan Feihan picked up the masterpiece on the table and threw it into Duan Xingye's arms, turned and walked towards his study.

[Biqusa www.biqusa.vip] Duan Feihan’s study is decorated in retro style, with many bookshelves standing against the wall, and the indoor lighting is warm yellow.

The man's slender fingers slid across the back of a book on the shelf, and his cool fingertips stopped to take out the book inside.

Although "The Story of the Mountain and Moon" is regarded as the top of the classic Chinese classics, it is a pity that it is an **** novel. In the last century, some scholars continued to write the ending of this book and it was widely accepted by the people.

In Duan Feihan's ten-year hardcover, there is a continuation of the story, which can be given to Bai Chuwei.

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"Xiu Qi, when Uncle Duan is ready, we can hold the wedding. What do you think of the design of this invitation card? I like the white invitation card, which represents beauty and purity." Tong Yunrou sat beside Duan Xiuqi with eyes full of hope. Looking at the design atlas, asked softly.

Just now I put Old Man Duan to sleep, and the two came out of the bedroom.

Tong Yunrou was not idle at all, and she took out the design book and asked Duan Xiuqi to choose the pattern of the invitation, wishing to order all the wedding rules in one night.

Tong Yunrou looked at the man beside her with deep anxiety. She knew that the marriage was forced by her.

She had an unclear intuition—the woman from Bai Chu might be coming back.