Rebirth of Xueba's sweet wife

Chapter 152 Mr. Rong's Divine Thought
With a thin smile, Mr. Rong seemed to be in a good mood to answer Xiao Hui:

"Although this girl is ruthless and cunning, she has a strong self-esteem. If she sells the photo for money, sooner or later someone will know that the person who broke the news is her, and the truth will surface sooner or later. In the future, insiders will definitely spread the word—she is An orphan, out of jealousy of Ms. Tang, who is also an orphan but has become a wealthy family, framed her in this way, and gave her a "feeling and ungrateful" evaluation. With her self-esteem, I am afraid that she would rather explode the scandal of the Chen family than He will take the risk of weaving the fiction of me and Miss Tang."

The group of little white mice that had been writhing all the time, heard this argument, as if they could understand human words, they screamed "squeaky".Don't know if it means, for, or against.

Xiaohui flicked the little white mouse's head, trying to make it quieter, then stared at Mr. Rong in puzzlement with two big eyes: "Oh, Lord, how do you know that she took pictures of the scandal of Prince Chen? At the wedding banquet?"

"Gui Pao, are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry..."

"Then why do you lack oxygen in your brain? Have you forgotten that my eyes are magical? Is there anything that can happen under my nose and not let me control it?"

"Lord, you really can't swear at people..."

"Well, men should be more refined and gentle..."

"..."

Xiao Hui thinks that she has completely lost to the master's god-like thinking, and even more so to the master's "venomous tongue" that cheats people to death.

Most importantly, he felt that he, who had followed the Lord for many years, was even defeated by that poisonous girl who was not kind to the Lord at all...

After he realized this, he thought that it would be better for him to lower his head and honestly apply medicine to the Lord.

However, to Xiaohui's surprise, the humble grass leaves are really amazing! ! !

It's just that after applying it for a few minutes, the aorta, which was constantly bleeding, started to coagulate.

Is such an ordinary plant of grass even more effective than their rare and rare blood clotting pills from the Holy See?Could it be that he was just worrying about the Lord's last match in vain?My little heart is so tossing, I can't stand it! ! !
"She didn't use all her strength, it's just a very small wound." Mr. Rong opened his mouth to explain, comforting the panicked subordinate.

"Small, small, small wound?" Xiao Hui thought depressingly, the wound is not big, but he didn't look to see where it was.

On the aorta, no matter how small a wound is, it may be fatal, okay?
So the shocking blood flow is not stopped, also called "very subtle"? ! ! !

Xiao Hui couldn't help muttering: "I don't know what that broken thing is, it looks like the broken fern that can be found all over the mountain, but it can really hurt people?"

"Lu Ban, have you heard?" Mr. Rong asked suddenly.

The little gray monk Zhang Er was puzzled: "Lord, who is Lu Ban? A scientist from which country? Why haven't I heard from the teachers and uncles of the research institute..."

"Mo family, do you know?" Mr. Rong said lightly.

"A company that makes ink? Lord, do people still use ink pens now? Is it too special..." Xiao Hui became even more depressed.

"Little Hui... When you were young, you were too playful. When you go back and study history carefully, you will know how powerful this fern is..." Mr. Rong finally withdrew his gaze.

Because, no matter how far he looks, no matter how sharp his eyes are, it is impossible to see that petite figure from the back.

"Master..." Xiao Hui wailed in his heart, he really didn't understand the relationship between Fern Grass, Lu Ban, and the Mohists, and he didn't know that the murderous Fern Grass of Bei Kehan ​​and this little grass that stops bleeding, What is it about.

All he saw was that Mr. Rong, who had been looking into the distance, suddenly withdrew his gaze and stared fixedly at the faint bloodstains stretching out one by one on the asphalt road in front of him.

It seemed to be a small footprint of a person, printed on the hot asphalt road.

He suddenly discovered that the always indifferent master had an emotion that he had never seen before.

That's called—heartache?

(End of this chapter)