The wealthy little wife: BOSS adults entangled in the door

In the busy days, she had completely forgotten about it, especially since Qiao Zhi was injured, she hadn't even thought about it.Unexpectedly, Qu Cunzi had already finished the matter quietly.

She zoomed in on the photo, and suddenly saw the name of the person who erected the stele written on the one in the middle. Looking closely, it turned out that it said: Qu Cunzi, son-in-law, and Likunli, Fang Li, daughter-in-law.

This guy actually ranked his name ahead of hers.

In particular, he dared to make up his own mind, so he gave his name the word "filial son-in-law".

This guy, is he so sure that he will marry him? ?If she didn't marry him, it would be up to him to see how he would end up - he pretended to be his son-in-law without even discussing it.Is this to force the palace?

He leaned over, saw the photo she was looking at, and smiled: "I sent people to repair the tomb, paid for it, paid for it, and worried about it, but you don't care about anything, so I should be ranked ahead of you. See, Our mother-in-law must like me far more than you..."

She just stared at the photo, at the big letters—

"Tomb-sweeping Day will soon be here. I plan to go back with you on Tomb-sweeping Day and solve this matter completely."

She flipped through the photos one by one, with a strong nasal voice and a very low voice: "Master Qu... I really don't know how to thank you..."

"Why don't you know this? Let me promise you with your body."

She glared at him, but couldn't help laughing—really, never thought Qu Cunzi was so cute, so reliable, so trustworthy.

This guy always knows her weaknesses best, and hits the nail on the head every time.If things go on like this, how come?

He stared at her too, and was about to speak when the door opened.

"Likun...Likun...haha..."

It was Qiao Zhi's joyful voice: "Likun, look at me..."

The two rushed in immediately, and saw that Mu Qiaozhi threw away his crutches and stood up—really, standing on both feet—although it only took about ten seconds—but he really stood up.

Immediately, he fell into the wheelchair again, but his face was full of smiles, and he was amazed: "Amazing, really amazing, Mr. Zhu, you are amazing medical skills and medicine..."

Fang Likun was also amazed, and hurriedly asked, "How did you do this?"

The old man didn't care, but there was a sense of complacency in his bones: "Everyone says that Chinese medicine is inferior to Western medicine, but in fact, there are many treasures in our Chinese medicine."

"Old sir, how on earth did you do it?"

"The old man just used a kind of black ointment handed down from his ancestors, and opened up two meridians for Mr. Qiao. Those who are paralyzed by stroke or injured are nothing but blocked, and if they are blocked, it hurts. Opening up the meridians is the first level of recovery. Just follow this Prescription, continuous medication for a month, Qiao Zhijun will be healthy as usual."

"It's amazing, it's amazing. The surgeons have been treating for so long, and they all said that there is a [-]% to [-]% possibility of disability. But, old man, you are really cured by medicine."

"Holy hand, great holy hand."

"Sure enough, the masters are still among the people."

Because in front of him are two of the top medical scientists in Asia, the first Chinese to win the award, the old man naturally has a strong sense of accomplishment in front of the two, a little ecstatic, as if he has really been recognized-this is why he The most important reason for being humble and willing to make an exception to go to the hospital for treatment.