MTL - Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

"You know you won’t mess around, hey, you’ll want to do this again, I will take you back to Beijing, and you won’t let you leave the capital again. ""

Ling Jingxuan appeased everyone but caused a lot of anger. Except for the ignorance, I was only happy to wake up the small troupe. Everyone else was screaming at him with resentment or unhappiness. Ling Wen was directly in front of the intimidation, okay. Lian Tiezi and Yan Shangqing both supported him on the left and right. Yan Yurui held the small troupe that he wanted to rush to. He didn’t mean to intervene to help. The daughter-in-law was too chaotic, so let his son clean up.

"Amount? Well, what is cold and cold is not artificially controllable, isn't this all waking up? Are you threatening to threaten me if they unite?"

The line of sight looks at the handsome account for a week, the gorgeous black line climbs to the brain, Ling Jingxuan that grievances, he is not afraid of this life, the only fear is that his son turned his face with him, yelling at them, afraid that it is a little angry, right? I have to think of a way to appease them.

"What is not artificially controllable? If you don't stay outside for a night, is it cold? You are too messy this time, do you know how long you have slept? How worried are we?"

The big bun suddenly fried hair. After the sputum was finished, the eyelids were also red. The iron doll next to it immediately blushed and said: "The cognac last promised that we will not sleep again, this time we lost our words, if we still The next time, dragging me, I have to drag the cognac back to the capital!"

"I am also Ling Shu. The longer you sleep, the more we worry, the more we are scared."

Yan Shangqing’s situation is not so good. They are all worried about him. I am afraid that he will not wake up. God knows how they came from yesterday to now.

Not to mention them, Gong Changling Zhao Shan and Long Zhang and others can not help but red eyes, Ling Jingxuan is far more than just Master or Master, they are their spiritual pillar, as long as he has They are not afraid of anything. Once he has something wrong, their world is just like collapse. It is no longer complete.

"Sorry, this is my fault. I overestimated my physical condition and made me willful. I swear, there will be no such thing in the future. If I mess up again, I don't need you, I package myself. Returning the baggage back to Beijing, I am for the first time, I will forgive me once."

Sight--sweeping them, Ling Jingxuan stretched out and grabbed the big steamed buns, looked up and let them see the expression on his face, let them know how serious he was to assure them, this time he really did not have any The meaning of sophistry or spit, compared to their threats, he is even more afraid of them crying, and now they all have a look of crying and crying, but also make his heart hurt.

"father"

The big buns saw him open his arms and hugged him. The tears rolled down on Ling Jingxuan’s neck and instantly burned his skin. Ling Jingxuan, who was only wearing a white coat, raised his hand and hugged him: "Sorry, It’s wrong, sorry.”

No one has ever let him apologize again and again, even if he did something wrong, the only thing that can make him compromise is his little buns and men. When he thinks of men, Ling Jingxuan does not feel a sudden The eyes are a little twitching and sweeping, always holding a small group without talking, Yan Ruirui, isn't it too quiet?

Dead!

This is the only thought in Ling Jingxuan's mind. Even if he comforts the little buns, there is a more powerful big BoSS waiting for him.

Seeing the father and son who are holding together, everyone can't help but quietly wipe away the tears. Everyone hopes that Ling Jingxuan can really recognize his mistake this time. Don't be so lonely again in the future. Nothing, they are afraid to be scared to death first.

"Second, second brother, are you crying? Hey, the father wants to die, let go of people."

Being tortured by Yan Yurui in his arms, he also tried to climb to the side of him. A white and tender little face was quickly turned into a pig liver, and his mouth was still not forgotten. His father is a king.

"Ha ha?"

Obviously, the entire handsome account is covered with a sullen atmosphere. When he sees this appearance, everyone laughs and laughs, and as a funny little squad is a brainstorming question, see if they also look Not so much, so simply and hard to climb to his house, this time Yan Ruirui can not hug him again, almost helplessly let go.

"Oh, oh, the second brother, the past, the people have to hug."

Finally got the freedom, the small group exaggerated gasping and cheering, squatting on the bed pulling Ling Wen's clothes, waiting for Ling Wen to retreat a little bit, two small arms quickly licking Ling Jingxuan's neck: "Hey you Sleeping for a long time, people are worried about death, the father is good or bad, the small group wants to hold you to sleep, I want you to hurry, the father also let the second brother go out to the family, hey, can you help me my father? ?"

Seeing that he can endure, he immediately began to complain. Before Ling Wen left, he did not forget to pat him on his high buttocks: "Hey, hey, the father is afraid that you will be infected, the children’s family. , not prosperous and nonsense!"

Said that is to say, Ling Wen's still some red eyes but full of smiles, his face is full of all the pets of his brother.

"There is no such thing as people say. When the small group was sick, he was holding me, and then my illness was soon enough. I was sick. As long as the small group was holding him, he would definitely be very quick. It’s all the father’s bad, he wants to hold on to himself, don’t let the small group hold it, do you say that the little group is right?”

The little guy is uncomfortable wrinkling his nose, his hands on his hips are very strong protests, and at a young age he knows that he is arguing for reason, although it seems that he is arguing that he is self-righteous.

"Who told you that the father wants to hold it and not let you hold it?"

In the face of the son's "reasonable evidence" accusation, Yan Ruirui did not have a good amount of support, lament, is not afraid that he was infected at a young age? As for resentment like this?

"Nobody told me that it was people who guessed it. The father king drove us all out. Didn't you want to hold on to yourself? People are not stupid, they already know."

Looking back at him, the small group insisted on their own speculation. After the talk, they did not forget to raise the small chin high. Yan Ruirui admired his son’s "smartness" and went to the five-year-old milk doll. What are you loading? Can you think so much?

Pulling a lot of little sons, Ling Jingxuan used his eyes to indicate that he was sitting on his lap. The small group was also well-behaved. He looked down at the quilt covering his leg and silently stepped back on his side. Ling Jingxuan’s heart was warm, and he pinched his little nose: “The father is not holding a donkey. He let you go out is really good for you. The younger doll is most vulnerable to cold and cold infection, in case of small The dumplings are ill, and the sickness is not good. Who will hold our family to raise the disease? Besides, I will feel dizzy and dizzy when I am sick. I don’t want to eat anything that is delicious. Doesn’t the small group want to be like that?”

"Don't don't, people don't feel dizzy!"

Decisively forgot the matter of the complaint, the small group heard the news and hurriedly shook his small head. Ling Jingxuan’s eyes were full of smiles, and he couldn’t help but pinch him: “That’s not the case, the father is really Hello!"

"Is that right?"

The little scorpion squinted and thought about it, then stood up and rushed to grab the neck of Yan Ruirui. He printed a wet kiss on his face with great enthusiasm: "Sorry father, people are wrong, you forgive the little corps. good or not?"

The beautiful Danfeng eyes looked at him one by one, and the small group that did the wrong thing made him a spoiled and sold cute?

? With the addition of threats, why would it be a threat? Very simple, because as long as Yan Ruiruan dared to shake his head and said that he would not forgive him, then he would force a small mouth to scream and cry to him. This happened many times in the capital, and they were all afraid of him.

"I have come to this trick again, I won't say it again later, otherwise I will smash your little ass!"

Sure enough, Yan Ruirui glared at him, is both helpless and pet, this little bastard, let alone him, sometimes even Jing Xuan can not make.

"Oh! No, no, people like fathers most, how can you say?"

The small group of bright smiles, and relying on the past to dig into his arms, the courage to consolidate the father's love for him, everyone sees his head shook his head, really is a small bastard, no heart, no lungs, no principles at all. Hey - "Master, I will help you with your pulse."

While their father and son were bothering, Zhao Shan walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. Ling Jingxuan smiled and reached out and looked at his eyes with warmth. His apprentice was really good, and he could help him detoxify and help. He treated him, and he did not know that he had trained him for so many years.

"Well, the heat has retreated, and the symptoms of the cold have also been alleviated. The medicine has to continue to be eaten. After two days of cultivation, it will be almost no problem."

Retracting his hand, Zhao Shan cautiously swears, if the ordinary person is his pulse, even if he does not need to take medicine, there is no problem, but he is different, his body is weak, eat two drugs, rest for two days should be.

"If you treat the cold medicine, let me give you some gentle nourishment."

He is also a doctor. No one knows his physical condition better than him. It is not good to eat too many potent drugs. His body can only be slowly nursed back to health. It is not a medicine that can be thoroughly cultivated.

"Well, it's OK, then I will reopen a mild prescription. By the way, I will open a few more prescriptions and let Shui Linger give you some medicated diet."

"Ah? You still spare me!"

Before he finished, Ling Jingxuan couldn't help but lie in bed. God knows that when he was in southern Xinjiang last year, he ate a medicated diet and vomited. He finally got rid of the sad reminder life, and he was not willing to kill him. Once again, with his family and children paying attention to him, he dares to use the bet on the head. Once they start eating, they will force him to doubt his life!

"The protest is invalid! Shanzi brother, open the party."

The big buns didn't even think about dismissing the protests of his family. They asked for the prescription of Shanzi. Zhaoshan seemed to think of the things of last year. It was a rare smile that showed glory. Whoever asked Master to mess around, This will cure him.

"Not a small text, then you"

"Ok?"

"No, nothing, eat it, can't you eat it?"

Ling Jingxuan’s protests were drowned in the cold eyes of the big buns and the threat of the iron baby Yan Shangqing. This time, he did the wrong thing and had to bear the result. Ling Jingxuan couldn’t help but pull the small group into his arms: "After the small group, I will have dinner with you." Shui Linger must give us a good meal every day."

The deliberate and delicious two words are enough to show how much resentment in his heart. Yan Xiaorui and his father and son couldn’t help but shake their heads. Only the small group looked excited and said: "Really? Good. People like to eat what Shui Ling’s sister has done."

While talking, the little guy’s mouth seems to be flashing with traces of saliva. Ling Jingxuan was powerless to lick the head of his silly son, and then the delicious things were eaten three nights a day, and sooner or later he would eat spit well. ?