Wife-loving addiction: Luo Shao, good morning

Chapter 393 Poisonous hair, I just want to hug you 6
"But because you said that your stomach is very painful and retching, it is very likely that it was caused by food poisoning."

Di Qian was listening carefully.

"In other words, there are no problems?"

Di Qian thought to herself, it turned out that she had really suffered from food poisoning, and she thought Luo Shu was lying to her.

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But now, at home, Luo Shu was busy upstairs upstairs. Di Qian wanted to go up and ask him to eat, but was stopped by Aunt Wang, who said that Brother Luo had already said that he should eat first. He still has some unfinished business.

Di Qian muttered, is it so important?
While eating, Di Qian was talking to Aunt Wang who was not far away, "Aunt Wang, Brother Luo is not coming to eat, so sit and eat with me."

There are a lot of dishes on the dining table, but there are also a lot of tonic soups, just like a person who is recovering from a serious illness drinks, isn't he just suffering from food poisoning?No need for this, big tonic soup, right? ?

"There is a difference between a master and a servant. I know that Miss Di loves us servants." Aunt Wang was still stunned, and answered after thinking about it.

"Aunt Wang, what age is this? There is a distinction between master and servant, and servants. Everyone is equal. And you are only in the relationship of hiring and being hired."

Di Qian felt that Aunt Wang's place was fine, but it was not good at all to regard herself as a servant.

"Miss Di, there are family rules in the Luo residence."

Aunt Wang was also answering Di Qian's words, and Di Qian seemed to be chatting with Aunt Wang.

In the end, Di Qian forgets and doesn't talk to these old stubborn people.

"I'm stuffed."

Now Di Qian felt that her whole body smelled of medicinal food, which was particularly unpleasant, but she didn't continue the topic just now, she just wanted to put the bowls and chopsticks in her hand into the kitchen sink.

living comfortably without anybody's help.

Holding an empty bowl, he stood up from the table, but before taking a step or two, the bowl slipped from his palm, and there was a crisp sound when it fell to the ground, and the bowl and chopsticks shattered into pieces.

"Little ancestor, they all said not to come and rob our servants to do things." The last time Di Qian smashed the bowl is still vivid in my memory, and now Aunt Wang also knows that Di Qian is not in good health.

But I don't know exactly what it is, but I can feel the flusteredness of my husband.

Aunt Wang also knew something.

Aunt Wang was a little excited now, but Ma Shenqian continued to pick up the debris on the ground as usual, "I'm sorry, maybe I haven't calmed down yet."

Di Qian still blamed these things on yesterday's severe food poisoning.

Di Qian looked at Aunt Wang apologetically, knowing that she was burdening Aunt Wang again.

Squatting down, he began to pick up the pieces, but just as soon as he touched his finger, he was scratched again, and the blood flowed instantly. From Di Qian's finger, it flowed to the ground like water from a faucet.

"Little ancestor, put it down quickly."

Aunt Wang yelled, and immediately grabbed Di Qian's hand and went to the medicine box to find a Band-Aid.

"Don't touch her!"

An extremely cold voice sounded, still chilling.

Surprised, Aunt Wang let go of Wang Diqian's hand.

And Di Qian looked at the furious Luo Shu in surprise, and saw Luo Shu rushing down from the stairs on the second floor, down the restaurant, clasping Di Qian's wrist with his big hand.

"come over!"

In Di Qian's eyes, he has a very bad temper, and the hot temperature of Luo Shu's palm is close to the coldness of Di Qian's palm.

Luo Shu grabbed Di Qian's wrist, went to the nearest kitchen faucet in principle, and put warm water down to wash Di Qian's wound just now.

(End of this chapter)