I'm married to a bigoted man

Chapter 121 I Found My Medicine

The door opens.

Huo Sicheng's eyes immediately fell on the bulging quilt on the bed.

The edge of the bed suddenly sunken down.

Baijiu knew that it was the man who sat down beside the bed, but still kept silent.

She said it was annoyance, but in fact it was more irritability.

Because she finally understood that even without the influence of external forces, Huo Sicheng would still lock her into a golden silk cage.

Let her be his only canary.

The girl didn't move for a long time, Huo Sicheng finally couldn't help stretching out his hand to pull the quilt, but unexpectedly pulled it off.

Then he met a pair of misty tearful eyes.

Huo Sicheng was stunned suddenly, his fingers stiffened and wanted to touch the girl, but she avoided him.

"Wine..."

Baijiu sniffed, wiped all tears on the pillow, and said in a choked voice, "I'm going to sleep."

As she said that, she was going to pull the quilt, but she didn't pull it.

She didn't want the quilt at all, and lay on the bed curled up with her back to the man.

Huo Sicheng's face darkened, and he covered the girl with the quilt.

After a moment of silence, the man suddenly said: "I asked Zuo You to send the things away."

The girl's muffled voice came: "Send what away?"

"birdcage."

Only then did Baijiu turn around to face the man, the tip of his nose turned red, "But I want to sleep here today."

Huo Sicheng reached out and wiped away the tears from the girl's eyes: "Okay."

into the night.

Zuo You asked someone to tear down the golden silk cage, and Song Heting also came afterward.

Baijiu returned to his room after dinner, and sat quietly watching the script.

Song Heting went directly to the study to find Huo Sicheng.

"Master, are you unable to control yourself again?" Song Heting sat across the desk with a cold expression.

"It's the fifth time." The man hidden in the dark said nonsensically.

Song Heting: "What fifth time?"

Huo Sicheng faintly uttered a word: "Cry."

"Who?"

"Wine wine."

Song Heting: "..."

Ha ha.

It was her.

Such a grown-up man, he still cries at every turn.

She's just a little girl

"Master, I'm a psychiatrist, and I can't cure crying."

As soon as Song Heting finished speaking, a cold gaze suddenly shot at him like a sharp knife.

Huo Sicheng said coldly: "I don't want to make her cry again."

Song Heting still said the same thing: He can't cure the love of crying.

But because he was given the death gaze by his young master just now, he dared not say that again.

Song Heting considered it for a while, and changed the way of questioning: "Then, young master, you came to me because you want...?"

Huo Sicheng's voice sounded a little distant: "Healing recovery."

Hearing this, Song Heting suddenly raised his head and looked at the man in disbelief: "Master, you mean...?"

Huo Sicheng glanced at him warningly: "Don't let Jiujiu know."

Song Heting was still in a state of shock, and instinctively agreed: "Yes, young master."

When he reacted, he frowned again.

Since he was sent abroad, the treatment for the young master's heart disease has stopped.

At that time, he was worried about Huo Sicheng's condition, and refused to leave Shencheng even after saying anything, until Huo Sicheng told him: "I found my medicine."

Master's medicine?

Now it seems that this medicine should be white wine.

But obviously this medicine is not for Huo Sicheng's disease, but for aggravating the man's condition.

He said that this woman should not be kept.

Song Heting pondered in his heart for a long time, and suggested in a solemn tone: "Master, for the sake of your condition, I suggest that Miss Baijiu move out for a while."

"What did you say?" The man's cold voice seemed to come from the depths of hell.

Surrounded by strong hostility and gloom.

　#宋医生啊, It’s not the way to die#
　　
　
(End of this chapter)