National school grass pet is addicted

Chapter 156
"Master Shi, you don't seem to be happy for me to say that." Hutton seemed to be very blind, and continued: "I thought that in your country, only those born in the [-]s and [-]s could not understand such things as puppy love. Unexpectedly You, a post-[-]s generation, are so out of ideas."

Shi Cheng's face turned pale again.

"Really? Qianxia! Your adoptive father is about the same age as you, but this psychological age is too much older."

Qian Xia glanced at Shi Cheng secretly, feeling a little funny in her heart.Shicheng indeed looks like a 70-year-old man in many ways.

But she didn't dare to laugh out loud, so she tightened her lips to hold back the laugh.

"Doctor Hutton, you want fried eggs." The waiter brought the fried eggs, and Hutton's mouth was quiet at this moment.

Just after breakfast, Shi Cheng's cell phone rang.

"What time is it?"

"Then I'm afraid I won't be able to make it."

"I don't want to explain to you too much, I won't hold you back in the game."

"Needless to say, that's all."

Shi Cheng hung up the phone with a cold face, the air pressure around him seemed to drop, and even the joking Dr. Hutton didn't dare to make a sound.

No need to guess, the only person who can make Shicheng so angry, besides her, seems to be Han Junxu.

But Han Junxu is because of his cheap mouth, and she...why she always provokes Shicheng, she doesn't know.

"That..." Qian Xia hesitated and said, "Are you asked to train?"

Although she didn't hear what was said on the phone, she heard Shicheng say the word "competition".

Shi Cheng still had a cold face, but he still gave an "en".

Sure enough, he was asked to train.

"Then you go, I, it's okay." Qianxia glanced at Dr. Hutton, and said, "Doctor Hutton will take care of me."

"But at noon..."

"Cough, cough, cough!" Dr. Hutton suddenly coughed violently, as if he had choked on a fried egg.

Seeing this, the attendant quickly handed over the napkin.

Shi Cheng didn't speak at this moment.

Qian Xia asked strangely: "What's wrong at noon?"

"It's okay. Since Dr. Hutton will take care of you, I'll leave after breakfast. I may not be able to come back until evening." After Shi Cheng finished speaking, after a while, he asked worriedly: "When I'm not here , you will follow Dr. Hutton's arrangements. If you need anything, you can talk to your personal butler or find Vulture."

"kindness."

"If there is anything they can't solve, just call me...By the way, why don't you even bring your mobile phone with you when you go out?"

Qian Xia froze for a moment, then touched her pocket, she did not bring her mobile phone.

She scratched her head and said, "Anyway, the mobile phone is for ... to contact you. If you are by my side, I don't need to bring my mobile phone."

Shi Cheng's complexion suddenly became better, and it seemed that the lines on his face were not so stiff, as if his mood had suddenly turned cloudy.

"I'll leave your cell phone here. I'll take Vulture's cell phone later. If you need anything, just find Vulture's number and dial it."

"En..." Why did she feel like someone else's mother in Shicheng, rambling on endlessly?

But... She, who has never experienced maternal love, enjoys this kind of "long-windedness."

But no matter how long I have to say, I have to finish it. Before nine o'clock, Shicheng left in a sightseeing car.

The speed of the sightseeing car was not fast enough. She stood in front of the French windows of the restaurant and watched the sightseeing cars in Shicheng slowly move away bit by bit.

Obviously it wasn't long after last night, but she has already begun to miss it.

I miss the wind of that night and the fragrance of flowers that night.

She misses everything about that night.

"Don't look, aren't you coming back tonight?" Dr. Hutton stood behind her at some point.

Qian Xia couldn't help but blush, as if her mind had been exposed.

"Why are you blushing? It's normal for adolescent girls to like handsome guys. I'm not as rigid as Shicheng."

"No, that's not the case." She explained in a panic: "Shicheng is me, my adoptive father, it's not that I like him..."

"What's wrong with an adoptive father? It's not your biological father. Besides, how old are you two? It doesn't matter if you like it. You don't need to suppress it."

"Really not!" She became even more anxious, blushing like a monkey's butt.

Hutton shrugged helplessly, "Okay, if you say there is no, there is no. Come, come with me now, and take a tour of this villa that is said to be inaccessible to ordinary people."

Qian Xia froze for a moment, then asked suspiciously: "Aren't we going to give treatment?"

"What's the hurry? This thing can't be cured as quickly as possible. The more you care about it, the worse it will be. Don't you have an old saying 'haste makes waste'? That's what it means."

What Hutton said seemed to make sense, she didn't ask any more questions, and followed Hutton downstairs.

One morning, she and Hutton were wandering around Yushen Yipin with their own thoughts.Maybe it was because the villa was too big, or maybe the speed of the sightseeing bus was too slow, they received a call asking them to go back for lunch before they even went shopping.

However, it was too late to rush back at this time, so Hutton suggested fishing and grilling.

Qian Xia felt it was fresh, so she started to fight with Hutton.

The arrangement of the villa is very thoughtful. It seems that some guests will grill fish by the lake. There are grills and all kinds of ingredients on the shore.

Everything is ready, only the fish is hooked.

"I suddenly remembered a story." Hutton said in his Chinese with some northeast flavor: "There are such legends in many countries in your east that a carp can transform into a dragon by jumping over the dragon gate. But there is a small carp, it was born One side of the fin is big and the other is small. That is what we call deformity. Among the carps that jump the dragon gate, it is the least hopeful to jump the dragon gate. Guess what happened?"

"It... jumped over the dragon's gate with its own efforts?" It should be written like this in fairy tales.

"No...it didn't jump." Hutton shook his head lightly.

Qian Xia turned her gaze from the lake to Hutton in surprise, "Huh?"

"It knew it couldn't jump over it with its own ability, so it gave up. Because if it ventured to jump the dragon gate, it might not even save its life."

"So..." Qianxia asked hesitantly: "You, you mean, let me... give up the treatment?"

"No. I never persuade any of my treatment subjects to give up treatment. It's not a big deal if it's just a stuttering disorder. As long as it's not an irreversible physiological obstacle, we, the primates of all things, cannot overcome a small stuttering disease."

Qian Xia didn't understand Hutton's meaning anymore. Wasn't the story about persuading her to give up?

As if seeing the doubt in her eyes, Hutton explained: "I mean, if there is anything you can't bear in my follow-up treatment for you, I hope you can say it. No one stipulates that you must Cure your stuttering, you are perfect now, good-looking, well-behaved, and polite. So, if you think you can't bear it, absolutely, absolutely don't push yourself. Tell me in time, we can change immediately a way."

It turns out... that's what it means.

Qianxia nodded gratefully to Hutton.

Hutton and Lao Hu seem to be the same type of doctor. The two people's professional fields may be different, but they both give people a feeling of reassurance and willingness to entrust themselves to him.

Become friends with their own patients, they both did.

"Don't worry, if, if I feel that I can't go on, I will, tell you."

"En! Then... hey! The fish is hooked!" Hutton sat up abruptly to collect the fishing rod.

The fish in the lake were easy to catch, and after a while, four fish were hooked.

Soon, the smell of fish floated from the shore.

"The fish in this manor are more delicious than the fish bought in the supermarket!" Hutton smacked his lips, as if he still had something to say.

"Then, how many more shall we catch?"

"Forget it—" Hutton waved his hand and refused: "If you eat too much, you will get tired of eating. The more you like something, the less you have to eat, so that you can keep liking it forever."

It seems... makes sense.

"Of course, the main reason is... I think it's going to rain today. If we don't go back, we might get wet..."

Qianxia's head was covered with black lines.

The sky was indeed getting darker, and the clouds were getting lower and lower.

Even though it was noon, the sky was gray.

Rainstorm is coming.

The sightseeing car had already driven to the fastest speed, but when the two of them returned to the castle, they were still drenched in the rain.

"This car of yours should be improved. You can't even drive thirty miles, so you might as well ride a bicycle!"

Vulture touched his bald forehead and said, "You didn't say earlier that we have bicycles here."

"Play the piano to the cow!" Hutton curled his lips helplessly.

"Towels—" the personal butlers of the two people came out of the elevator at this time, and after seeing the two people, they hurriedly brought dry towels.

"Miss, do you need me to wipe it for you?" 90747 said with some self-blame: "I should urge you to come back early, but I don't have your contact information."

"nothing……"

"Instead of blaming myself, it's better to tell the kitchen to finish cooking the ginger soup so that she doesn't catch a cold." Hutton said, his eyes suddenly flashed.

"I'll call..."

"Don't!" Hutton raised his hand to stop: "I also want to drink something to warm my body, but I'm only used to the soup I cook, I'll cook it, you take me to the kitchen."

"Would it be...too troublesome?" Qian Xia was a little embarrassed.

Dr. Hutton was so old that she felt sorry for letting him cook the soup.

"I just cooked it for you by the way, what's the trouble? You just go upstairs and take a hot bath, and then wait to drink the delicious food I cooked!" Hutton made a wink like an old urchin , and then followed his personal butler to the kitchen.

……

"sobig..."

Hutton couldn't help but marvel at the ridiculously large kitchen.

The top international chefs standing in two rows looked at him curiously.

Xu Shi realized that his image was a bit damaged, so Hutton coughed awkwardly and walked in front of them.

"Which one of you can make wine soup?"

The chefs looked at each other, as if to say "who can't do such a simple thing".

The head chef standing at the front asked, "Excuse me, is it normal wine soup, or do you have any requirements..."

"General. As long as the wine smell is not strong, let's put it this way...the lighter the wine taste, the better. It's best not to let people know that it's wine soup."

(End of this chapter)