The Two-Faced Venerate Emperor Chapter 1161: Father, wake up soon

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Huan Qingyan looked at the sky, and sure enough, this kid was pretending to be pure and sacred. This kid is going to follow his father’s black belly in the future. Qing is out of blue, more than the rhythm of blue.

I just ignored him, turned to ask Xiang Jimoya, "My husband, what should I do about this?"

Jimoya recalled and said pertinently, "The little girl I saw last time was a good girl, but this woman is not right."

Huan Qingyan pursed her mouth and nodded back, "Understood, it stands to reason that we should not take care of other people's nostalgia, but since it involves us, we must go and take a look, husband, you Practice, leave it to me and Xiaobao."

"Okay, the lady has worked hard." Jimo Ya's voice is as beautiful as a spring on the stone.

This unnamed town is the size of a palm, and there is no cultivator. Little Treasure can walk sideways. What's more, the mysterious face of the mysterious spirit master, the chosen one, and Feng Lingbao?

With the improvement of her cultivation level, Xiaoyan has maintained her formerly delicate appearance in front of him, and her temperament has become much calmer in front of him. Even if she has changed her face, she has a long way to go. , Be generous and calm, with a confident atmosphere.

A person's mood will change with time, environment, experience, experience, and cultivation level.

As the saying goes, self-cultivation, long-term virtue, and magnanimity are all very reasonable.

The more Jimo Ya saw Huan Qingyan, the more she liked it.

He was very fortunate to have witnessed the growth and transformation of Huan Qingyan, and witnessed all kinds of different faces, which he liked.

Looking at Huan Qingyan packing up a box of pastries, and when he was about to go out with Little Treasure, Jimo Ya used a secret language to transmit the sound and told Huan Qingyan again, "Little Treasure's personality is still a bit frizzy, you pass this matter Let him hone it."

Huan Qingyan turned her head and smiled, "Well, I know, my husband can rest assured."

Jimoya felt silly to look at it.

Xiaobao turned around and made a grimace, "Father, you wake up soon, your eyes are about to fall out!"

Jimoya almost choked, wishing to slap this little bunny out of the unknown town...

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Wang's house, at the back door.

The maid Xiaocui was about to shed tears, begging the housekeeper who was about to leave.

"Housekeeper Wang, after our lady drank the medicine, she started a fever. Can you please go to the town's Doctor Zhou?"

The housekeeper is a new one, named Wang Qi. He is a middle-aged man with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek and a big mole on his mouth.

Wang Qi touched the big hairy mole on his chin and mocked, "Doctor Zhou came here yesterday and said that Miss Niuniu is not a hindrance. Just a few days of medicine is fine. You maid will not serve the master. What does it mean to come to me crying? Do you dissatisfied our aunt’s butler? Besides, Doctor Zhou, please ask for half a tael of silver at a time. The consultation fee is so much, you pay for it yourself!"

Xiao Cui is dumb, where is she rich? She is just a maid who sells death contracts. The former wife was kind and sent her a monthly bill of three hundred notes each month. Now that the aunt is in charge, she doesn't have a penny.

Miss Niuniu’s monthly bills have been discontinued for several months, but Miss herself doesn’t know.

Usually, whenever I want to buy something, I take her savings from earlier, and it's almost spent, and it's not enough to hire a doctor.

Xiao Cui is planning to find an opportunity to tell her.

This kind of thing happened before it was too late.

But when I thought of the little master’s high fever, he whispered, "Didn’t the family lose a hundred taels of silver to our Wang family yesterday?"