After the divorce: the president can't hold back the young grandmother

Chapter 233 Fu Huaijin was emotional and her voice was hoarse: Have they ever slept?
Sheng Chaomu glanced at his mouth, then walked straight to the parking lot outside.

Fu Huaijin didn't follow immediately, but said to Cui Zhu, "What are you doing with the pestle? Why don't you send him to the hospital?"

Cuizhu was frightened by the man's sinister gaze, she replied subconsciously: "Yes...it's the young master."

Fu Huaijin left with a cold face.

When Cuizhu went to see Mu Chengen, Mu Chengen was sweating profusely from the pain of a sprained calf.

As a result, when she looked up and saw only Cui Zhu came back, her brows were instantly frowned, "Why are you alone?"

Green Bamboo hesitated to speak:

"Master...Young master was hooked away by that woman Sheng Hanchun. The young master said, if you fall to your death, you will be sent to the crematorium, and if you are not dead, you will be sent to the hospital."

Mu Chengen was so angry that he couldn't even speak.

Cuizhu squatted down at this moment, and continued:
"Miss Mu, the young master's sudden change of attitude must be because Sheng Hanchun, that vixen, gave him a pillow blow..."

"Pillow breeze? Did they sleep together last night?"

Cuizhu said:
"It's not just sleeping together? Last night, the bedroom in the main villa didn't even close the windows. As long as the servants who were watching the night could hear Sheng Hanchun's vixen..."

Mu Chengen took a deep breath, suppressed the surging anger in his chest, and said, "Send me to the hospital."

She didn't want to move out of Fengqiao villa, so she fell down from upstairs on purpose.

Now that her calf is injured, as long as her grandfather calls Fu Huaijin and asks him to help take care of her, Fu Huaijin will definitely not drive her out of Fengqiao villa again.

In short, her purpose of staying in Fengqiao Villa was achieved.

As long as she can stay in Fengqiao villa, she has the chance to become Fu Huaijin's woman.

……

On the other side, after Sheng Chaomu arrived at Jiang's old house, he went to see Mrs. Jiang.

She promised Mrs. Jiang that she would come here today to heal the burns on Jiang Zhishui's face.

When she knocked on the door and walked into Jiang Zhishui's room, the woman sitting on the bay window with her knees hugged shrank back to the corner like a frightened bird.

She wore a silver mask on half of her cheek, and looked at her anxiously, "You...you are Sheng Hanchun?"

Sheng Chaomu put the medicine box he brought over on the dressing table, and walked in front of her:
"Yes." After a pause, "Your elder brother must have introduced me to you. I can cure your face. If you trust me, you can take off the mask on your face now."

Jiang Zhishui obviously hesitated.

She quickly looked at Sheng Chaomu's face, and after a while, she said: "You...your eyes are very similar to Sheng Chaomu's."

Sheng Chaomu opened the medicine box he brought over, took out a set of cold compress tools, and said to Jiang Zhishui:
"You have been taking anti-inflammatory and anti-fungal medicine for a while, and now I need to use a special ointment to give you a cold compress. You can take off the mask."

Jiang Zhishui pursed his lips, and asked a question that had nothing to do with healing the scars on her face:

"I heard that you and Li Shaosi...have an affair too? What's your relationship with him?"

Sheng Chaomu raised his eyebrows, looked at her deeply, and said:
"I only had an affair with Fu Huaijin, and the most I had with other men was a cooperative relationship. Li Shaosi is a special case." After a pause, "He is my friend in times of trouble."

Jiang Zhishui bit his bloodless lips, "Now...does he have a woman by his side?"

Sheng Chaomu looked at her with a complicated expression, and said:
"He... has never lacked a woman by his side. At the worst time, he can change ten female companions a day."

At this moment, Jiang Zhishui had a girlish smile on his face, "He is still the same as before, he just loves flirting."

At this time, Sheng Chaomu unscrewed more than a dozen kinds of Chinese herbal ointment, took different grams and put them in a container for preparation, "Miss Jiang, you can take off the mask now."

Jiang Zhishui nodded, and carefully took off the mask.

It was worse than what Sheng Zhaomu expected, there was almost no good skin on Jiang Zhishui's half of his face, the burns were still bleeding pus, and there were even traces of rotting flesh in some places.

Sheng Chaomu felt a little heavy.

Seeing her stunned, Jiang Zhishui laughed at himself and said, "Isn't it scary? I haven't looked in the mirror for a long time, and I'm afraid I'll be disgusted by my current appearance."

Sheng Chaomu looked up at her, "No. I was just thinking about what to do to make your face grow new flesh in the shortest possible time."

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At the other end, after seeing Jiang Jingshang, Fu Huaijin said straight to the point: "Help me find out the origin of that child Lu Shaoyan, and you can do whatever you want."

Jiang Jing raised his eyes, and there was a smile of interest on Bingjiao's face, "Why? You suspect that bastard is your seed?"

Fu Huaijin didn't speak.

The smile on Jiang Jingshang's face deepened: "Why don't you make a DNA?"

"DNA results show no."

Hearing this, Jiang Jing was overjoyed: "DNA can't even prove it. If you come to me, I can find a solution?"

"Didn't you have a fateful friendship with Lu Shaoyan? I don't believe him, you know nothing about it."

Jiang Jingshang laughed softly, "I know something about him. For example, your Miss Sheng is his precious ex-wife. I heard that he once sacrificed half of his body to save her life. All of his blood was lost to her."

Fu Huaijin's throat moved twice, and his voice was gloomy and cold: "Have they slept?"

(End of this chapter)