"Brother Xiuwen~" A woman suddenly stood outside the door and shouted in a low voice. Zhao Miaomiao looked up, and the person outside the door also looked over.
The two looked at each other, and the air seemed to freeze.
It was Zhao Lan. After a month of rest, Zhao Lan finally recovered. Hearing that Lu Xiuwen was ill today, he sneaked out while his father was out.
Unexpectedly, when he came over, he bumped into Zhao Miaomiao, "Sister Shui, why are you here?"
"Brother Xiuwen is ill, let me come and see him~" Zhao Miaomiao glanced at Lu Xiuwen on the bed affectionately, and smiled shyly.
"You didn't you break off the engagement with him? Could it be that you" Zhao Lan was stunned, the two of them are together again? Zhao Shuimei is already a junkie, why is Lu Xiuwen still willing to be with her?
"Well, brother Xiuwen likes me so much that he doesn't care what happened to me before. You see, this is a painting that brother Xiuwen made for me. Do you think it looks like it?" Zhao Miaomiao blushed and handed the drawing paper to her .
Zhao Lan looked down and saw that it was Zhao Shuimei, with four words next to it, "I love Qingqing?"
"It's so embarrassing, why are you still reading it?" Zhao Miaomiao snatched the painting back in shame, rolled it up and held it in her hand like a baby.
"You" Zhao Lan felt a severe pain in her heart, her body swayed a few times, and she almost fell down.
"We are fine, so don't miss Brother Xiuwen. He treats me very well, and I will not marry Brother Xiuwen. Zhao Lan, just give up."
"No, I don't believe it." Zhao Lan opened her eyes wide and wanted to rush in, but Zhao Miaomiao pushed her lightly, and she fell down.
Sitting pitifully on the ground like a lost puppy, he began to sob.
"Zhao Lan, why did you come in? You get out!" Sijiu came back after sending her off. When he saw Zhao Lan on the ground, he was so angry that he pulled her up and threw her out.
Zhao Lan was thrown on the ground disheveledly. She was stunned for a while and saw that someone was coming, so she quickly stood up and ran home.
"Sister Zhao, did she bully you? Are you okay?" This damn Zhao Lan, why is she so shameless, and dare to come to your door.
"fine."
"That's good, otherwise the young master won't spare me. I'll cook first." Sijiu hurriedly went to the kitchen.
Zhao Miaomiao unfolded the blueprint and put it back, pretending nothing happened.
When she turned around, she saw that Lu Xiuwen, who was supposed to be sleeping, was staring at her with his big eyes open for a moment, the blush on his face was even worse, and even the tips of his ears were red.
"You are you telling the truth?"
"What's true? Did the medicine you drank not work? Is the fever worse?" Zhao Miaomiao felt his forehead with the back of her hand and wondered.
"You just said that I would not marry you." Lu Xiuwen's eyes were burning.
"I said that to annoy her, don't take it seriously."
"But I'm serious."
"You are good at eavesdropping. I think your illness should be cured. I'll go first." Zhao Miaomiao left the stall and left.
"Ahem, cough, Sister Shui" Lu Xiuwen called her from behind, but she walked so fast that she didn't even have a chance to hold her back.
Early the next morning, she was going to the mountain to collect herbs, and when she opened the door, she saw a handsome scholar standing in front of his house. It seemed that he was about to knock on the door, but Zhao Miaomiao opened the door with embarrassment on his face.
"Morning, sister Shui."
"Healed?" Zhao Miaomiao bypassed him and walked outside. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com