After wearing the book, I pampered the first assistant of the villain

Chapter 38
Li Chonglou got dressed and went to the next door, looking at Zhu Jue in pain, she had no sympathy at all.

If it weren't for this man barking like a dog, Chu Zhongyuan would have become her servant.

Although... it was a dream.

"No, that little beauty of yours didn't find a doctor. Look, this is the person you want to protect with all your might. When it comes to critical moments, don't you still have to ask me?"

Zhu Jue shrank and shook, his teeth were chattering, "Help, save me!"

Li Chonglou suddenly felt sour, as if when Xiaohua just picked up Zhu Jue, he was as fragile as a baby, which aroused Xiaohua's desire to protect.

She definitely doesn't like Zhu Jue, this kind of sad emotion should be a habit left by the original owner.

Li Chonglou sneered, he was relying on other people's gifts to eat, and he had to protect the scumbag, it was really the reincarnation of the Holy Mother.

The outside was already pale. She went out to see the silence next door. She climbed over the fence and walked towards the warehouse. She picked up two sweet potatoes and shook them, then turned around and suddenly met a tall figure.

"Chu Zhongyuan!?" Li Chonglou patted his chest, "People are scary, why are you standing behind me early in the morning if you don't go to bed early?"

Chu Zhongyuan? !

When Chu Zhongyuan found out that this girl had something to do, he would call him Big Brother Chu, but when she was most relaxed, she would definitely call him by his first name literally.

Xiaohua grew up in the village for more than ten years. It is said that she dare not raise her head when she greets people. How can she dare to call others by their names?

How can one thing be so exciting?
It's just another person.

Chu Zhongyuan took two steps forward and looked at the sweet potato in her hand, frowning slightly, "Are you hungry? So early?"

Seeing the flickering eyes of the other party, he said with a straight face: "Tell the truth."

"Liu Chun is sick..."

Before she could finish speaking, Chu Zhongyuan sneered, turned around and left.

Li Chonglou caught up with him and explained, "He is very sick, he barely ate anything yesterday, so he can't stand it like this..."

"What does it have to do with me?" Chu Zhongyuan turned around and interrupted her, "Do you want me to cook for him and feed him?"

"no……"

"No, you don't need to tell me. I still have to study. Don't make any noise to disturb me."

Li Chonglou saw that Chu Zhongyuan seemed to be resentful, and he didn't know if she was thinking right, but as a modern person, how could he misunderstand the object of his admiration?
She chased after her to explain: "Brother Chu..."

"Come again!"

Chu Zhongyuan raised his hand to pinch Li Chonglou's mouth, his eyes darkened, he lifted her out of the yard by his lips, and then closed the wooden door with a bang.

Li Chonglou's lips were hot. She didn't have a mirror, but she didn't need to think about it to know that her lips must be swollen.

What kind of man is this?

It was the first time she met someone who pinched another mouth to prevent people from speaking and squeezed more than 300 meters.

She feels speechless now.

"Don't you just disturb his sleep? As for getting up so angry?"

What's wrong with pinching?
He even squeezed his mouth!

She was still talking.

Li Chonglou was in so much pain that he wanted to cry, so he covered his mouth with one hand and went back with sweet potatoes.

Uncle Uncle woke up, looked at the girl who went back to the house with her head down, and looked at the young master who had turned the book upside down, and rolled his eyes, "Young master, do you hate Xiao Hua? Then I won't let her come again."

Chu Zhongyuan: "..."

She said that she would never be nice to that man again, and she fell into the pit with her vow, and then she turned around and cooked for others again, a girl with no credibility.

Without raising his head, he said in a cold tone, "It should be like this."

But then he changed the subject and said, "But yesterday you ate his food and slept soundly. For your health, don't reprimand her for what she came for. It's just to find time for reading."

Uncle Fu wondered who reprimanded him, didn't you drive him out with his mouth?

Conversely, rely on yourself, if you can't find a wife, you have to say that you were delayed by your servants.

"Okay." Uncle Fu said lightly, "But to be clear, I don't have a good impression of this girl, and of course I don't have any objections. It's your son's wish that he stay."

This pan skims pretty fast.

Chu Zhongyuan filled his throat with sullen anger.

Uncle Fu turned around and smiled treacherously. It was the kid's own intention. If he didn't have feelings for Xiao Hua, why would he be angry and block her mouth?

Young man, be emotional, maybe I can see the kid's son before I die.

But Uncle Fu couldn't figure out one thing, the young master doesn't like white ones?Why did he have an interest in a bean sprouts who were so skinny and dark.

Today's young people are really incomprehensible.

Uncle Fu shook his head and went out to chop wood.

Li Chonglou naturally didn't know about the conversation between Uncle Fu and Chu Zhongyuan.

She simply made sweet potato porridge for Zhu Jue, then squeezed Zhu Jue's nose and poured it into him.

After drinking the porridge, Zhu Jue seemed to be in less pain than before, and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

But his bones still need to be connected.

Li Chonglou pinched his joints and thought about it. She would never do anything to set the bones. Didn't Qiao Chacha say that she would save her? She had to fulfill her.

Li Chonglou tied up his straw sandals and went out again.

It was very cold in the early spring morning, so she tucked in her patched and patched clothes, and soon arrived at the front yard of Qiao Mei's mother's house in the spring breeze.

The Qiao family is rather lazy. They haven't woken up yet, and the surroundings are quiet.

Li Chonglou saw a suit of pastel pink clothes hanging on the fence, and knew it belonged to Qiao Meiniang, so she rolled it up and left.

He ran to the entrance of the village and put on his dress, thought for a while, then wrapped his ragged clothes around his head, then walked along the river bank for more than two miles with his head down, passed a small mountain peak, and saw a village below.

Qiao Meiniang's father, Qiao Yunxi, had been suffering from backaches all year round and wanted to find a doctor. A doctor Qian from the next village often visited their house.

Li Chonglou found Dr. Qiao's house, saw smoke coming from the chimney, covered his head and shouted into the yard, "Doctor Qian, I'm Mei Niang, my cousin has a broken arm and has a fever, go and have a look."

A man in a coat came out with his hands behind his back and asked, "What's wrong with your face? Why are you still wearing it?"

"It's windy! I won't talk about Doctor Qian. I have to go home to make breakfast. You can go to my house to get the money. My cousin lives in Xiaohua's house in the east of the village, next door to the scholar Chu's house."

Doctor Qian waved his hand and said, "Okay, let's go, I'll be there in a while."

Li Chonglou hurried away with his head down.

Dr. Qian went back to the house to get the medicine box, and her wife poked her head out from the kitchen: "Why doesn't it sound like Qiao Meiniang's voice?"

Dr. Qian said: "It seems to be about the same. Doesn't the voice of the little girl and the boy change every day?"

Voices change at this age.

Mrs. Qian just asked, and went back to cooking.

Dr. Qian picked up two ready-made pancakes and left, ready to eat on the way.

Li Chonglou ran back to the entrance of the village and took off his skirt. Seeing that no one in Qiao Mei's natal family was up yet, he felt that he would go back, and then walked home swaggeringly.

The cauldron next door is already steaming. It's Faber who is heating the water. The next step is cooking, right?

Li Chonglou thought for a while, and then opened the door and walked in. No matter what, even if Chu Zhongyuan bothered her again, she still had to eat.

Chonglou baby walked all morning, so hungry!

　New friends may not know that I went through three dark years and just couldn't write anything.

　　This book is the one I have written with the clearest thinking and the smoothest way I feel in the past three years.

　　I really like it very much, and I am full of ambition, but this data has blown me to pieces.

　　I'm in a bad mood, and I have no motivation to code.

　　Is it because I wrote poorly or there is a problem with the general environment.

　　What happened?
　　Ugh!
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(End of this chapter)