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It doesn¡¯t taste like that.
Su Nanzhi: ""
Dislike, Dislike, Dislike.
But there was nothing else to eat, so Su Nan Zhi could only drink the porridge reluctantly.
Although the side dishes didn¡¯t taste good, the porridge was indeed quite fragrant, and Su Nan Zhi felt that she could still have another bowl.
Then Dr. Jiang told her: "You haven't eaten for a long time now, and your fever has just subsided. Don't eat too much, otherwise you will feel stomach discomfort later."
Su Nanzhi: ""
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Being a patient is really not something that a person can endure.
It¡¯s so uncomfortable.
You ca n¡¯t even eat rice, and you ca n¡¯t think of the happiness of food.
After Su Nanzhi finished eating, Jiang Xin checked her body again. After confirming that there was nothing wrong with her that could kill her immediately, she packed up the guy who was eating and ran away.
It doesn¡¯t look like working overtime, it can be said to be too real.
As for whether he was worried about whether his eldest cousin might develop an unknown relationship, forget it, who cares about them.
¡°After all, this thing can¡¯t be stopped.
I just hope that his boss is not the kind of person who picks up the food in the bowl and stares at the pot.
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Su Nanzhi¡¯s sudden illness came unexpectedly, but it went away quickly.
???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? People were alive and kicking again. She made some calculations and took her own guys to make money.
The Zhao family.
The lady has been recuperating in the hospital recently. Perhaps because of this, she seems particularly deserted. Compared with the last time Su Nan Zhi came here, it was a completely different scene.
There was a large vase missing in the living room. It looked like something had been broken during a quarrel. The so-called male owner was not at home either.
As for Mr. Zhao, he is not here either.
¡°Zhao Qingheng seemed to have gone out of his way to clean up everyone.
"There is no one else at home now. Tell me, what's weird here?" Zhao Qingheng has recovered well from his foot injury in the past two days and can no longer walk without crutches.
He has indeed ordered everyone at home to leave. It feels a bit weird to bring Su Nanzhi home alone at this moment.
There seemed to be some strange emotion taking root in my heart.
Su Nanzhi looked at it for a week, then reached out to smooth the broken hair hanging down in front of her forehead. Her hair was getting longer and longer now.
She dug out a small red cloth bag on the mezzanine of the sofa in the living room.
Then he turned to Zhao Qingheng and said, "Where is your parents' room? Take me to see it."
Zhao Qingheng pointed to the thing in her hand and asked, "What is this?"
Su Nanzhi looked back at the red cloth bag in her hand and laughed: "It's nothing, your father accidentally let someone stuff something in when he brought him back."
Zhao Qingheng paused, "You mean, my dad brought other women home?"
Su Nanzhi: ¡°Otherwise, your dad stuffed these things in?¡±
This must be impossible.
Tiger poison does not even eat its seeds.
Zhao Qingheng is the designated successor of the Zhao family. He has been trained for so many years. Unless Zhao Qingheng is not a descendant of the Zhao family, his status is very strong.
"You mean, my dad not only brought a woman home, but also slept in my mother's room, right?" Master Zhao suddenly had an idea.
Su Nanzhi smiled slightly and did not say yes or no.
Zhao Qingheng understood everything.
Su Nanzhi also found a similar cloth bag in Zhao Qingheng¡¯s parents¡¯ room.
The two cloth bags were opened, and they were filled with hair, long and short. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com