I deal with both of them alone, and I don't care about looking for the boss. It was you who told me that I only knew that the boss was injured. "
Everyone looked at Si Mao, who was usually the closest to the eldest.
Si Mao squatted on the chair, rolled his eyes and said, "What are you thinking, if I were by my side, I would definitely block the boss."
"Don't you think it's strange, with the boss's so powerful skills, it's impossible for those bandits to go up together, it's impossible to hurt the boss's hair." He rolled his eyes, "When the boss was kneeling on the ground with one leg, the expression on his face, Tsk tsk, want to kill."
The catchers all wondered who injured the boss.
After a while, Doctor Yang came out of the boss's room, holding a plate in his transparent gloved hand. There were many cotton balls, bottles and jars, and a bloody bullet in it. The arresters took a look. All showed expressions of astonishment.
It was a wound, no wonder the boss didn't let them help bandage the wound, but just told them to go to a foreign doctor.
In this town, there will be big Western guys, right
The catchers exchanged glances with each other, and began to recall who was present at the time, and they all said in unison, "Master Song!"
Pig teammate Huang Dan is practicing qiāng in the backyard.
A row of apples was wrapped around the rope and dangling. Not only did Huang Dan not hit a single one, but he didn't even scratch the edge. Those apples seemed to have a pair of eyes, and they were still very agile, so mocking him would be hitting him. No.
Juaner took out the handkerchief and wiped the sweat on Huang Dan, ahh, as if to comfort him.
Huang Dan took a break to continue practicing.
At the entrance of the backyard, Mrs. Song Ping looked with crutches.
The housekeeper lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, "Young master has been practicing since he came back. He works very hard."
Song Ling looked at his grandson, his eyes were full of love and hope, and there was a bit of deep meaning, "It's good to practice, maybe it will come in handy someday."
Her gaze shifted to the little girl, and then to her grandson again, "Juan'er has a blue and white body, and she looks like water, but she is dumb, quiet, and doesn't make irresponsible remarks, so let her serve. Awang, you can."
The butler said, "Yes."
Song Ling asked, "Is that yào I mentioned to you last time?"
The housekeeper replied, "I have already asked someone to inquire, and it should be delivered next month."
Song Ling sighed, "Awang is not too young. If he didn't care about men and women at all, I wouldn't need to use that method."
The housekeeper said, "Young master will understand the old lady's intentions in the future."
Song Ling turned around, "It doesn't matter if you don't understand, I just hope that he can continue the incense of the Song family before I leave."
The housekeeper said, "The old lady is in good shape."
Song Ling walked slowly, and the crutches tapped the ground one by one, making a dull sound. There were a lot of emotions in her eyes, and it took a long time before she said, "This person will come to an end one day."
Most of the morning passed.
Huang Dan was sweating all over, and he didn't even hit an apple. For the first time, he felt that his eyes were blind and his hands were useless. He didn't have the confidence and ease when drawing drawings.
"Juan'er, go get me clean clothes, I want to take a bath."
Juan'er took small steps to prepare.
Huang Dan didn't need someone to squeeze his shoulders and beat his back, he had already done it, so Juan'er tried the water temperature and closed the door with her dirty clothes.
Outside the door, Juan'er bowed her head slightly, smelled the faint smell of sweat, her face was slightly red, and the deer was pounding in her heart.
Several maids passed by and asked curiously, "Juan'er, what are you doing?"
Juan'er shook her head and left with her eyes down.
Huang Dan took a shower, changed into clean clothes and left the house, carrying a few packs of yào materials and a food box, and took a carriage to an inn in Zhennan.
In the guest room of the inn, Liu Chu was lying on the bed with one hand behind his head, the other reaching out to the plate on the cabinet to take peanuts, throwing them into his mouth and biting them open, spit out the shells, and ate the red-skinned peanuts. , Love that is called a pleasant.
Simao pushed the door and came in and said, "Boss, Young Master Song is here."
Liu Chugang threw a peanut in his mouth and almost got stuck. He bit off the shell with his teeth and said in a vague voice, "Let him go, I don't want to see him."
Four hairs are dumbfounded.
For a moment, he had a terrifying delusion that the eldest son was like an aggrieved little daughter-in-law fuming with her husband.
Si Mao patted his face and told himself to go back. He turned his head and went out and said to the young man in the corridor outside the door, "Master Song, the boss said he doesn't want to see you."
Huang Dan said, "I want to see him."
Si Mao glanced at the young man, and what did he look at? If it was someone else, he would give the boss a shot. The boss had already given him a knife. How could he be so lucky