Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man

Chapter 205 Pharmacist [34] Yes, you are all starting to waste food now
When Jiang Ke woke up from his long sleep, it was still dark and his eyes were dark. He took a deep breath, and his clothes were soaked in cold sweat, wet and sticky.

He let out a slow breath.

His mind was dizzy, and only soreness remained after the pain. He lifted a thin quilt from his body and sat up.

"woke up?"

A voice came from the balcony.

Jiang Ke was startled suddenly, turned his head slightly, and saw the white gauze swaying in the wind.

One person was sitting on a deck chair on the balcony, with his legs crossed, his left hand resting on the armrest, holding a bottle of drink in his hand, and his slender fingers tapped on the glass of the bottle lightly, flickering.

It was too dark to see her appearance clearly, only a vague outline.

He knows who she is.

The next moment, Mo Qing stood up.

She is not afraid of heat and cold, and she doesn't look like an antique that has been around for a hundred years.In summer, she likes short-sleeved shorts, which show her figure at a glance.Standing together now, the two long legs are straight and well-proportioned.

"How do you feel?" Walking to the side of the bed, Mo Qing took another sip from the bottle, and then put it on the bedside table.

"Except for being a little tired, there is nothing else..." Jiang Ke glanced at the bottle that Mo Qing put down, and saw something clearly, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "Do you drink champagne from a bottle?"

"no?"

She asked lazily, pulling very hard.

Afterwards, she commented with disgust: "What the hell, it's so disgusting to drink."

Cow chews peony.

Jiang Ke didn't say anything, because he suddenly found that there were crooked champagne bottles under the recliner.

How much did she drink?
Thinking of this, Jiang Ke suddenly felt a shadow covering his vision, and then his forehead felt a chill.

It was a hand with a soft palm and slender fingers, and the movement was not gentle, but the force of the falling was like hitting his heart, causing waves in his calm heart.

"Let me explain to you in advance..."

Mo Qing's breath fell down and sprinkled on his cheeks and ears.

Wrapped in the smell of wine, it was very light, but Jiang Ke found it intoxicating.

She is close at hand.

Jiang Ke smelled a burst of fragrance, which came from her body, like a kind of medicine.

Jiang Ke rolled his Adam's apple twice and asked, "What?"

"I'm not a quack doctor." Mo Qing patted his forehead, "Your headache, I've cured it. Now I feel tired. It's because your high fever just subsided. Do you understand?"

Jiang Ke was surprised: "I have a fever?"

He only felt a headache, and thought it was an old problem, but the medicine was gone, so he persisted.

I didn't realize that I had a fever.

"You're on horseback for the rest of your life..." Mo Qing remembered something, paused, slid her hand down, and patted his face lightly, "No, this life must be exhausting."

Her actions are very provocative.

Jiang Ke held back and grabbed her wrist.

Mo Qing's movements stopped, but he didn't break free.

She moved closer, looked at Jiang Ke in the dark, broke away suddenly after a while, and said, "For the sake of your life, I decided to give you a raise."

"How much?"

"three hundred."

Jiang Ke laughed: "It's not enough for my electricity bill these days."

Mo Qing then said, "Add another thirty."

"..."

Jiang Ke was speechless.

He guessed she had drunk too much.

"A lot." Mo Qing pressed his knees against the edge of the bed, leaned forward slightly, and asked him, "Do you know what you can do with 30 yuan?"

Jiang Ke didn't speak.

"It can provide food for a family of three for one month." Mo Qing said, "You can also buy a pistol on the black market."

He was sure she had had too much to drink.

Jiang Ke said, "That's a thing of the past."

Mo Qing was silent for a while: "Yes, you are all starting to waste food now."

Jiang Ke's heart twitched, as if he had been gently torn off by something.

He opened his mouth, trying to say something.

But the next moment, Mo Qing sat on the bed, turned his back, and fell down.

(End of this chapter)