Yuxiang

"It's not like a love letter, let me have a look!" Du Feier snatched the invitation, "Huh? Birthday party? Can you bring your own dance partner? Slim baby, it seems that it's not your thing!"

"You are the dish!" Murong Xian gave her a slender look, and the fire of gossip among the boys and girls next to her was immediately extinguished.

Du Fei'er returned the invitation to Murong Xianxian, and said in a low voice: "Hey! When will you be good enough to attend the birthday party? Isn't it some kind of curve-saving policy?"

"Qu you big-headed ghost!"

Murong Xianxian was so angry that she hit her with the invitation card: "If you want to go, just let me know, anyway, you can bring a dance partner."

"Cut! Even if I have a lily complex, I don't need to be exposed to the sun, right?" Du Fei'er pouted.

"Baby Fei'er, I couldn't bear to agree just now, what kind of gift do you think is suitable?" Murong Xianxian was a little worried now.

This year is not a time when a handkerchief, a diary or a pen can be sent away. No one can't afford a gift of 800 yuan. If it was in the past, she really had to consider whether to go or not. But now... rich and powerful, this is definitely the first feeling after people have money.

"A lot of money is stupid, why don't you buy what is expensive!" Seeing Murong Xianxian stretching out her claws to scratch her, Du Fei'er hastily surrendered: "Come on, I'm afraid of you, so I'll go inquire at noon."

……

Intensive Care Unit of Dalian Central Hospital.

Su Zhiqiang's family gathered around Su Guowei's bed with all smiles on their faces.

After Murong Xianxian gave him treatment, Su Guowei did not leave the hospital immediately, but did a series of physical examinations first, and the result was... his body really recovered to the state before the onset of the disease, neither improved nor further deteriorated .

This result made the doctors in charge very dumbfounded, but it couldn't be explained by scientific means. If the previous treatment plan worked...even the doctors in charge didn't believe it.According to the opinion of the hospital, it is hoped that Su Guowei can stay and observe for a while, but the old man knows that he has absolutely no interest in being a white mouse in the hospital, so he is resolutely discharged.

"Su Tong, you seem to be in class, right? Did you sneak out again?" Su Guowei looked at his eldest grandson and asked with a smile.

"Grandpa, today is a big day for you to be discharged from the hospital. Of course I will come to pick you up. The school has already asked for leave." Su Tong said while supporting Su Guowei's hand.

"Yes, yes, today is a big day." Su Guowei looked at his grandson with doting eyes. This is an intergenerational relative, and even a son can't enjoy it.

"Dad, let's go, the formalities have been completed." Su Zhiqiang said beside him.

"Okay, let's go."

Su Guowei nodded, and walked out of the ward steadily with Su Tong's support.

"Hey, Xiao Song, what kind of panacea did the old man take? Why did he look like he was dying a few days ago, but he is so energetic these days?" A nurse watched Su's family enter the elevator and asked the person in charge of Su Guowei's ward. Nurse.

"Their family hired a capable person a few days ago. That girl is young. It seems that the old man can be cured after only a few acupuncture treatments." Xiao Song replied.

"Couldn't it be magic and forbidden drugs like stimulating potential?" The nurse who asked the question seemed to know a lot.

"What nonsense?"

Nurse Xiao Song shook her head: "At first I thought it was that kind of thing, but how can there be a banned drug that can last for a week? I have been checking for a week. Although the lesions are still there, they have been suppressed, and there is no need for drugs to last for a week. I know how it is done, I heard that Professor Sun’s hair is going to be gray, but I don’t understand it.”

"Exaggeration." Another nurse laughed, "Professor Sun's hair is already white."

Nurse Xiao Song also smiled: "Anyway, those instruments didn't find out the reason. The old man was worried that he would be treated as a guinea pig for research, so he was discharged from the hospital."

"Hey, excuse me, the patient who was discharged just now is Su Dong from Yangzi Electric Group?" A middle-aged man's voice suddenly sounded beside them.

"Hmm... I don't know too well, but that old gentleman's surname is Su." Nurse Xiao Song was taken aback, took a look at the other party, and hurried away.

The man didn't ask any more questions. He took a thoughtful look at the empty ward before turning around and leaving. He took out his mobile phone and dialed a number: "Xiao Tang, help me find the contact information of Director Su of the Yangzi Group. Hmm , Boss Su's is fine too, it should be faster."

……

Du Feier's connections in school are definitely stronger than Murong Xianxian's. Not long after lunch, he came to ask Murong Xianxian for credit.

"Slim baby, how are you going to thank me?" Du Fei'er hugged Murong Slim's arm.It was almost hanging on her.

"I'm going to make a promise with my body, do you dare to ask?" Murong Xianxian asked with a smile.

"dare!"

Du Fei'er turned her head over: "Girl, give me a laugh first!"

"uncle?"

Murong Xianxian pursed her lips, and looked down at her: "You will be the aunt's life in this life! Hehe..."

"Smelly baby, I'm going to strangle you to death!" Du Fei'er was so angry that he grabbed her neck with both hands and kept shaking it.

"Hold...stop, be careful, stinky baby...really...become a dead baby!" Murong Xianxian sticks out her tongue cooperatively, making the appearance of a hanged ghost.

"Stop talking! It's hurting your self-esteem!" Du Fei'er raised his chin, and his head and body were almost at ninety degrees.

"It's alright if I'm wrong, baby Fei'er, smell this."

Murong Xianxian reached out and scratched her neck, and then showed a small bottle.

"Erguotou?"

The angle of Du Fei'er's neck has recovered, but he almost leaned over: "And it's still half? Didn't you just come here from some dinner table?"

"Screw you!"

Murong Xianxian glared at her: "I don't have a container at hand, so I just found one, but I have already cooked it repeatedly."

With that, she uncorked the bottle.

"Wow! It smells so good!"

Du Fei'er snatched the bottle and smelled it, and said, "It seems to be... the scent of roses. You really made it yourself?"

"Of course it is the work of this show. This is the first production of the new generation of Wenxiangfang, so you can have fun!" Murong Xianxian said proudly.

She only made two bottles of rose aromatherapy this time, and she shared one bottle with Du Feier and gave Aunt Lei another bottle.In fact, this is not the first time she has made it. Mr. Zhu has rarely done it himself in the past two years. Some of the aromatherapy and incense made by Zhu's Group Fragrance Factory are made by her.

"The reward has been paid, now it's time to deliver the goods!" Murong said delicately.

"Antiques, Meng Chao likes to play with those old things, you can just buy one for him to suit the occasion." Du Feier played with the bottle fondly.

"Accommodating the occasion? What kind of hobby is this? Sister, do you know how much an antique costs? Where can I get it?" Murong Xianxian was about to go crazy.

"Murong Xiaobai!"

Du Feier put away the bottle, and patted her on the shoulder: "It's not that I want you to buy Yuan blue and white flowers, why are you so anxious? Let me tell you, antiques are not necessarily valuable, and he doesn't have that high appreciation. Things from certain eras are fine, and there is an antique street in the old market.”

"Then you go with me?" Murong Xianxian said hopefully.

"It's impossible for me to accompany you..."

Du Fei'er raised his voice, saw that Murong Xianxian began to grind his teeth, and quickly said: "However, I can help you look after Xiaoxiao, play with him, read books with him, and eat with him. How about a free escort?"

"cut!"

Murong Xianxian quietly showed her her middle finger.