MTL - After the Divorce, I Was Entangled By the Sick and Charming Fifth Master-Chapter 45 You just give Lao Tzu water this?
Chapter 45 You just give me this?
Nanhuang, who was going down the stairs, raised her round eyes and looked at him inch by inch.
The servants in the manor felt that Fifth Master Rong was still irritable today, but Nanhuang felt a little relaxed in his eyes.
The man walked in front, and she followed him to the restaurant.
Nanhuang asked: "Before you mentioned that the company has a difficult matter, have you dealt with it?"
Rong Fifth Master looked at her in surprise. This little girl is really sensitive to his emotional changes.
"It's not a good deal, but it's settled." Rong Wuye opened the seat for her in a gentlemanly manner.
Nanhuang sat down.
Even if she eats glutinous rice cakes and fritters, she still eats them gracefully. Fifth Master Rong was eating slowly on the opposite side, looking at the person opposite while eating.
Rong Wuye's eyes darkened.
At that time more than ten years ago, the minds of the two children were really pure.
Now, it's really nasty too.
Master Rong Wu has always been able to face his shortcomings calmly.
Dirty.
is obscene to the young lady.
He raised his head and looked at Nanhuang again.
Nanhuang looked at him: "What are you thinking?"
Rong Wuye stared at her aggressively: "Five pieces of information are not enough, twenty pieces of information."
Poof.
Nanhuang squirted out soy milk.
"What are you doing?" Fifth Master Rong didn't care about the mess she made.
A group of maids came forward to wipe the table and the floor.
Twenty articles? She racked her brains for five messages, and now he wants twenty?
"Either, three phone calls, twenty messages, I let you go to school. Or you stay in the manor."
"..."
"You can choose."
Nanhuang curled her lips: "It can't be like this. You still change the conditions you negotiated. Then what should you do if you want me to make a hundred calls or keep talking?"
Master Fifth squinted his eyes. "It's a good idea."
Nanhuang: "...No, I don't agree."
Rong Wuye: "Just this time, no more in the future. 3 calls and 20 messages a day. The quality of calls and messages must be guaranteed."
Nanhuang: "..."
"You can make a choice."
There is no good fruit to eat, Nanhuang wants to go to school, so he has to bow his head.
"Okay, three phone calls, twenty messages. It's a deal. I can't add more in the future."
Anyway, it's information. For information, she can split a sentence into several sentences and send it.
It’s only twenty items, it doesn’t matter!
Seeing that she had compromised, Fifth Master Rong hooked his lips happily.
Master Rong Wu sent Nanhuang to school. I don't know whose handwriting it was. The atmosphere in the school changed overnight. No one took pictures casually at the school gate, and no one talked too much.
After entering the school in a low-key manner, Nanhuang returned to the dormitory, remembered the information about preparing water, and frantically took pictures in the dormitory.
She didn't take pictures of other girls' beds. She took pictures of her own beds, wardrobes, bookcases, tables and chairs.
Hmph, this time, ten messages have been flooded.
Fifth Lord: Back to the dormitory? To take a photo just for me?
Master Wu: The taste is good.
He said her bedding?
Nanhuang thought for a while and typed.
Nanhuang: I forgot to tell you about something yesterday, let me tell you now.
Nanhuang: It's about the principal, and the woman in the principal's office.
Nanhuang continued to post while controlling the information not to be too watery.
Nanhuang: The woman in the principal's office is about thirty years old. I think it should be the principal's wife. She has a condition and has been taking Bizitang for a long time.
Nanhuang: I suspect it is artificial.
Nanhuang: I reminded that wife. But they shouldn't believe me.
After sending out, Nanhuang counted and found 5 messages.
It’s okay, it’s okay, no water.
Master Wu's message came quickly.
Fifth Master: Twenty pieces of information, you just give me this?
Nanhuang stared, she was in trouble. Every sentence of her is quite long, okay?
Fifth Master: Why do I care about the principal’s wife? I don't know her, I don't know her well!
Nanhuang: "..."
Fifth Lord: Yang Bo said that the principal's wife is called Song Yan, who is Song Chu's eldest sister.
Master Wu: Little thing, did you meet Song Chu behind my back?
Fifth Lord: How dare you!
Nanhuang held his forehead speechlessly. This is what he cares about?
However, the lady in the principal's office is actually Song Chu's eldest sister, Song Yan?
It was only then that Nanhuang remembered that Song Chu seemed to have asked her for help, and she agreed. Later, after the mobile phone was confiscated by Master Rong, she forgot about it.
I'm a little embarrassed.
Just as she thought of this, Nanhuang saw a tall figure standing under the tree in front of her.
The handsome man put his hands in his trouser pockets, as if admiring the flowers, he noticed Nanhuang's gaze, and turned slightly. Surprise appeared on the face.
"Ye Nanhuang!"
Nanhuang raised her eyes, "Song Chu?!"
…
On the other end, Fifth Master Rong, who seemed to be in a happy mood, suddenly became very irritable again.
He stared at the phone screen.
Alright, you're so bold that you don't reply to Lao Tzu's message.
Why do I care who is infertile? I want to see what you eat, what you do, what you think, whether you are cold or hungry.
Does other people's affairs have anything to do with him?
It still has something to do with Song Chu!
An assistant went out in embarrassment, bumped into Yang Bo, and immediately said: "Yang Zhu, Lord Wu is in a bad mood. This report..."
Yang Bo took the report: "Thanks for your hard work, let me deliver it."
Yang Bo walked over with the report and put it on Rong Wuye's desk. "Fifth Master, didn't you say you want to make money? If you are like this, do you want the eldest lady to spend other men's money in the future?"
Fifth Master Rong turned his head, his eyes dark. "How dare she?!"
Yang Bo's mouth twitched. "There's nothing you dare not do."
"She was raised by my father, and has been for her whole life!"
Rong Wu returned to his desk angrily. "Bring something, I'll take a look."
…
In a small coffee shop in the back street of the school, Nanhuang ordered two cups of coffee.
Song Chu sat opposite her.
Nanhuang took a sip of coffee and asked, "Why did you come to school?"
Song Chu lowered his head slightly, he learned what happened yesterday from his friend. She smiled and said, "I was looking for my elder sister. I learned that you are in school, so I wanted to chat with you by the way. Nanhuang, are you and Bo Shen divorced?"
Nanhuang nodded and said indifferently, "Leave."
Song Chu smiled sincerely. "Congratulations."
Nanhuang smiled and asked: "Young Master Song, is your elder sister the headmaster's wife, Song Yan?"
Song Chu looked at her unexpectedly, and said with a smile: "Yes, you saw her yesterday, right? She also told me about you."
Song Chu scratched his head and smirked: "Actually, I think the person you helped was my eldest sister. I didn't expect such a coincidence, without my intervention, you also met."
Nanhuang nodded.
Song Chu asked in a low voice: "How is my eldest sister?"
Nanhuang looked at him and asked, "Do you trust me?"
"Yes, of course."
Nanhuang smiled and said, "Your brother-in-law doesn't believe it."
"He is him, I am me. Nanhuang, can you tell me the truth, how is my sister's condition?" Song Chu's expression was obviously anxious.
He lowered his eyelids slightly: "You don't know. My sister has been miserable for the past ten years. She soaks in medicine jars every day and drinks bitter medicine in big bowls every day. I have seen her vomit. It's been several times. If she doesn't have children, she will take the responsibility of not having children on her own. Liang's family is also getting more and more dissatisfied with her. If this continues, the eldest sister's marriage may come to an end. "
(end of this chapter)
