Huan tilted his face and looked at the sky, and sure enough, this kid's previous innocence was all pretending, this kid is going to follow his father's black-bellied way in the future, and the blue comes out of the blue, even more than the blue rhythm.
Ignoring him directly, turned to Jimo Ya and asked, "Husband, what should we do about this matter?"
Jimo Ya recalled it, and said to the point, "I saw that little girl last time, she is quite a good girl, but this woman has a wicked mind."
Huan Qingyan pursed her lips, nodded and replied, "Understood, it stands to reason that we shouldn't take care of other people's business, but since it involves us, we have to go and have a look, Husband, you go to practice. Leave it to me and Xiaobao."
"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Jimo Ya's voice was as sweet as a spring on a rock.
This Wuming town is the size of a palm, and there is no cultivator. Little Treasure can walk sideways, not to mention Xuanling Master, God's Chosen One, and Feng Lingbao's phantom beauty
With the improvement of her cultivation base, Xiaoyan now maintains a little bit of cuteness in front of him, but her temperament is much calmer in front of others. Calm, confident atmosphere.
A person's state of mind will change with time, environment, experience, experience, and cultivation level.
As the saying goes, self-cultivation, long-term virtue, and generosity can be as good as the world, all of which are very reasonable.
The more Jimo Ya looked at it, the more he liked it.
He was very fortunate to witness Huan Qingyan's growth and transformation, and witnessed all kinds of Xiaoyan, and he liked every one of them.
Seeing that Huan Qingyan packed up a box of pastries and was about to go out with Xiaobao in hand, Jimoya told Huan Qingyan again through sound transmission in a secret language, "Xiaobao's personality is still a little frizzy, you let him take care of himself through this matter." temper it."
Huan turned her head and smiled sweetly, "Well, I know, husband, don't worry."
Jimo Ya almost lost his mind.
Xiao Bao turned around and made a grimace, "Father, wake up, your eyeballs are going to fall out!"
Jimo Ya almost choked, wishing he could slap this little bastard out of Wuming Town...
***
Wang's house, the back door.
The maid Xiaocui was so anxious that she was on the verge of tears, begging the housekeeper who was about to leave.
"Housekeeper Wang, after our lady drank the medicine, she developed a fever instead. Could you please go and invite Dr. Zhou from the town?"
The housekeeper is new, named Wang Qi, a middle-aged man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and a big long-haired mole on his mouth.
Wang Qi touched the big long-haired mole on his chin, and said sarcastically, "Doctor Zhou came here yesterday and said that Miss Niuniu is not in the way, just drink a few days of medicine. What's the meaning of crying here? Are you dissatisfied with our concubine's butler? Besides, Dr. Zhou asks for half a tael of silver once, and the outpatient fee is so much, you pay for it yourself!"
Xiaocui went dumb, where does she have money? She is a maid who sells death contracts. In the past, her wife was kind and gave her a monthly bill of 300 cash. Now that the concubine has taken charge of the house, there is no monthly bill of 1 penny.
Ms. Niu Niu's monthly report has also been stopped for several months, but the lady herself does not know.
Usually, whenever she needs to buy something, she uses her savings from the early years to go, and it is almost spent, not enough money to hire a doctor.
Xiao Cui is planning to find an opportunity to tell Miss.
This happened before it could be said.
But when he thought of the high fever of the little master, he whispered again, "Didn't that family pay a hundred taels of silver to our Wang family yesterday?"