Throughout the night, Lord Nangong tossed and turned over and over, and did not sleep all night.
He sat up early.
After the injury, it was Su Luo who served him to wash and live, so she would come in soon. Lord Nangong thought firmly.
However, in the end, what he was waiting for was Wang Xiaohu, a little boy with a small wooden basin, ran in, and grinned at Lord Nangong: "Beautiful brother, wash your face."
Second Young Master Nangong's unparalleled beauty turned black in an instant...
it's dark.
Xiaohu moved a small bench and sat at the entrance of the village, and finally waited for Su Luo, who came back in the twilight with a medicine basket on his back, and immediately ran up on his short legs with excitement: "Pretty sister, beautiful sister~~"
Su Luo led Xiaohu, Xiaohu held the small bench with the other hand, and the two went home in the thick of twilight.
Xiaohu complained to Su Luo while walking: "Pretty sister, will pretty brother starve to death?"
"Ah?" Su Luo was puzzled. What happened to that Second Young Master Nangong
"I secretly went to see it three times, but the breakfast didn't move, the lunch didn't move, and the dinner didn't seem to move. In the past, Xiaohu's grandfather didn't eat three times in a row, and then he starved to death... Woohoo, will the pretty brother starve to death? Huh?" Xiaohu felt terrible when he thought about it.
Su Luo had a black line.
Xiaohu's grandfather was seriously ill, and of course he couldn't eat when he was dying. Nangong Liuyun's injuries were not to that extent.
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, he unhurriedly packed up the medicinal materials he collected in the mountains today, sorted them into categories, and baked them.
In fact, the moment Su Luo stepped into the yard, Nangong Liuyun sensed her breath.
Second Young Master Nangong coughed lightly.
The former Su Luo, seeing him coughing, would definitely go in and take care of him with great concern.
But now, ahem, ahem, ahem, ahem...
Nangong Ershao found that he had coughed several times, but the woman outside was still baking the herbs, ignoring him!
Wait and wait.
When Second Young Master Nangong's back stiffened, the door creaked open.
Nangong Liuyun glared at the door angrily.
Su Luo!
This girl is finally willing to come in!
Nangong Er Shao snorted coldly, and looked at her with his cold eyes.
Su Luo still had yesterday's mahogany tray in his hand, and on it was still yesterday's medicinal herbs and gauze ointment.
When she came in, she felt Nangong Liuyun's cold eyes glance at her, Su Luo sneered inwardly, her face still as cold as yesterday, and walked indifferently in front of Nangong Liuyun.
Nangong Liuyun also had a cold face, like a arrogant young master, turning his face away.
Su Luo put the tray aside and asked coldly, "You take it off or I take it off?"
Nangong Liuyun's pitch-black eyes stared at Su Luo steadily.
Su Luo's eyes were indifferent and without a trace of emotion, and continued to repeat: "You take it off or I take it off?"
There was a slight grievance in Nangong's eyes, and he looked at Su Luo silently, wanting to ask if you gave up on me, but when the words came to his mouth, Nangong's second-shao was arrogant, but what came out was: "Are you? Don't want to treat me anymore?"
Su Luo glanced at him coldly: "Most of your injuries are caused by me. I can't see death without saving me. If I save you, I really don't owe each other."