The First Royal Merchant: Madame is crazy

Chapter 40
The person on the bed had black hair on the pillow, against which his skin was as white as porcelain. Under the dim candlelight, his beautiful facial features looked more picturesque, clean and free from dust.

There are countless handsome guys and beautiful men in the modern entertainment industry, and Shu Jinyu has read all of them. She has never seen any fresh meat mooncakes, but she is stunned by the man on the bed.

God, is this a human or a demon?

Shu Jinyu subconsciously turned her head and swallowed, the room was full of luxury, honestly it was not as dazzling as the people on the bed.

The little wife was stunned by his beauty. Is it a good thing or a good thing?

"Ahem..." Ruci's complexion instantly turned pale.

A 'sick seedling' came alive.

Shu Jinyu was brought back to his senses by the sound of coughing.

Their eyes met again.

The man's eyebrows are affectionate, and he looks like a husband who can live well!

God, being caught staring, Shu Jinyu died of embarrassment, her cheeks were hot, and she felt guilty again and turned her eyes away.

The little wife's unopened eyelashes trembled slightly, and she stood there in a daze, touching Pei Mo's heart like a feather, and stretched out her hand to pull someone back, but when she realized the abruptness, her slender fingers curled up to her lips, and she coughed again.

"Ahem..." His heart cracked, as if he was about to die.

Who is this man, and why is he so sick?She was as beautiful as a monster, her pale face made people feel pity, "Should I call a doctor for you?" Shu Jinyu was sympathetic but at a loss.

"Cough for...cough for husband...this is an old problem."

In a word, Shu Jinyu woke up like a thunderbolt after coughing intermittently, "You...you...who are you?"

Originally thought that coughing would attract the little wife to come over and help Shun Shun, but she stood still like a little idiot, so Pei Mo had to 'struggle' to sit up, and after panting and coughing, Yoyo said: "Ma'am, how can you even be a husband?" Don’t even recognize it? Could it be that the person who peeked at me back then wasn’t you, someone else?”

The tone was faint, and the expression that seemed to be a smile was not a smile, which made people's teeth itch.

The wicked man is Pei Mo?Shu Jinyu has traveled through the Great Zhou Dynasty for two years, and the people of Peijia Village have never talked about Pei Mo's face, Chun Xing has never told her about it, and Gansui Zhizi has been with her for almost a year, and she has never uttered a word piece of characters.

Why did no one say that Pei Mo is so beautiful!
Why no one said it? It's because Pei Mo doesn't like people's comments. If the people of the Pei family village dare to gossip about his appearance, they won't get a share of the ancestor worship every year. If the servants of the Pei family dare to say it, there will only be one result - selling him.

As for Mr. Pei San and others, who would come to Shu Jinyu and say, 'My nephew looks really good-looking. 'That's not crazy.

Patting her heart, Shu Jinyu fixed Baoshen, the evildoer Pei almost missed her business, cleared her throat, and she said seriously, "You must have received a letter from the old lady or the third master."

"My husband has received a lot of letters from home. I don't know which one Madam is referring to?" He just coughed for a while, his voice was weak and hoarse, leaning against the bed, like a poor Samoyed, looking at her innocently with a pair of red phoenix eyes.

Shu Jinyu's heart was hit hard, and she cursed secretly again, not only evil, but also sickly.

What the heck.

Compared with beauty, freedom is more precious.

She was stern again, "It's the matter of reconciliation. Mrs. Pei has already agreed. As long as you sign the reconciliation letter, you can get rid of me, the daughter of the steamed bun shop."

Pei Mo chuckled.

"What are you laughing at?" Shu Jinyu frowned.

"Ahem..." He coughed again.

He was so out of breath from coughing that Shu Jinyu could even hear his chest huh, is he really sick?Bronchitis, tuberculosis?
Pei Mo's face flushed from coughing, he covered his mouth with a handkerchief in one hand, and supported the bed frame with the other. When he coughed and panted, he raised his eyes: "Husband... madam... come here and help me breathe..."

"..." She came and left.

"Ma'am..." The man huddled on the bedside due to coughing, his eyes were pitifully small...

What the hell!Shu Jinyu's heart skipped a beat twice when he saw him. With a humanitarian spirit, she walked to the bed, her movements were as stiff as a task, and she patted her back twice.

Back off when you're done shooting.

As soon as he took a step back, the evildoer and sickly coughed violently again.

She quickly stretched out her hand to pat his back, and when she heard him coughing harder, she realized that her hands were too strong, so she quickly changed to rubbing her back, and her movements were much gentler.

The little wife's hands were really gentle, and Pei Mo instantly felt much better. After a while, the coughing became smaller and gradually stopped.

She lightly helped him up and put the pillow on his back, finally settled down.

God, it made her sweat all over, stand a few steps away, and fan the wind with her hands.

"Thank you ma'am." Pei Mo was dressed in a snow-white jacket, his face was flushed unhealthily, and he was not very weak.

Looking at him under the lamp, he looks like a sickly beauty.Pah, bah, Samoyed is an out-and-out large dog family, no matter how sick it is, it is still a pure man.

In the middle of the night, Shu Jinyu really didn't come to serve the evildoer and the sick, but he was already sick like this, so it's a bit too much to talk about the reconciliation and separation.

What a... headache.

Forget it after thinking about it, let's talk about it tomorrow, as if I heard what Shu Jinyu was thinking.

"Eucommia—"

"Young master—" the young servant stepped into the room.

"Take the young lady to rest."

She looked up.Her expression is so obvious?
Four eyes facing each other.

Feeling that he could read minds, Shu Jinyu was wary.

A pure evil, under the light, Pei Mo's eyes are picturesque, it's so beautiful that it's unreal.

"Yes, young master." Du Zhong said: "Young madam, please follow me."

No, he is definitely not as gentle and harmless as he appears on the surface, Shu Jinyu turned his head: "Who are you, Guanshi Du?"

Du Zhong replied respectfully, "It's my father."

When she was in Yuhang, Guanshi Du cooperated with her and Guanshi Mo very well. Could it be that Pei Mo was behind it?
In just over half of the time, from Meilin Jiulin to the commercial circle of Yuhang Wharf, Shu Jinyu never felt that she had any special credit. If it wasn't for the cooperation of the Pei family, no matter how many golden fingers she had, if no one cooperated in the implementation, all the things would be lost. It's just talking on paper, a dead letter.

When she stepped over the threshold, Shu Jinyu couldn't help turning her head.

The eyes of the two met again.

Under the dim light, he smiled slightly at her, his red and phoenix eyes were like a 'fox', as if someone could slip up if he didn't pay attention, stepping into...

Shu Jinyu suddenly turned her head and left.

Three years ago, the little wife had fallen in love with him, and she would not marry unless she was the only one.

After three years, how could his appearance lose its effect? ​​Why did he have to reconcile?
The murderer who killed his father hadn't been found out yet, and his little wife was about to reconcile again. Pei Mo was agitated for a while, sweating all over from coughing just now, and stretched out his hand to tear off the collar of his jacket, revealing his straight collarbone and his handsome and powerful shoulders.

Is that a little sick?
Du Zhong arranged for a group of people, "It's late at night, please take a rest, young lady."

Shu Jinyu waved him away.

Chun Xing hurried forward, "Young Madam, does the Young Master agree to reconcile?"

She shook her head: "he's sick."

Chun Xing said disapprovingly, "Young Master coughs every spring, it's an old problem."

"How come I never heard you say that?"

"I thought you knew, young lady"

"..." She is a half-way brat, she knows what a fart.

Cough every spring, is it chronic bronchitis, or pollen allergic tracheitis?

(End of this chapter)