"Get out."
The white sting hurt Zhao Zhengrong's eyes. He turned around expressionlessly and said, "Don't let me do it myself."
Liao Qingyue's palm-sized face was full of grievance, and even her voice trembled: "When you married me, you promised my father that you would take good care of me..."
"Your father didn't ask me to serve you physically, did he?"
Seeing that she refused to move, Zhao Zhengrong did not hide his disgust in his words. He directly opened the cabinet door, took out the quilt, and threw it over her head without even looking.
Then he rolled the person up like a pancake, picked him up with both hands, and easily carried him to the door and threw him out.
"Don't come into my room without permission from now on."
Zhao Zhengrong closed the door and locked it.
When he turned around, his eyes drifted past the door of the study next to him, and his brows jumped. It had indeed been moved.
His study was connected to his room, with a small door left open inside the house, which was always locked except when he was at home.
Liao Qingyue outside the door looked sad. She lay down where she fell, with her ear pressed against the ground, listening attentively to the movements in the house.
One step, two steps, three steps...just like the light switch.
One step, two steps, three steps...
The wooden bed creaked slightly due to the pressure, and then the room returned to silence.
A slightly stronger step means the owner is in a bad mood. When turning off the lights and going to bed, there is no hesitation or suspicion. Everything is under her control.
Liao Qingyue smiled in the darkness, then hummed a few words in a gentle voice: "Zhengrong, I was confused for a moment, don't be angry, I'll go back soon..."
After the noise at the door died down, Zhao Zhengrong sighed silently. Although the advantages outweighed the disadvantages of taking such a hot potato home, it was really laborious to deal with it.
He also has to cooperate with his superiors all the time, knowing when to give real information and when to pass on false information, which makes him too busy to handle everything.
I don’t know when the net will be closed?
......
"Uncle Sun!"
"——" A sharp brake sound was heard in the alley, and Sun Zhigao stopped in shock.
What is this thing in front of me that is wrapped tightly?
"Sun boy, what are you doing? Ouch, my nose~" Hu Jisheng had just been pulled out of the quilt, and before he even opened his eyes, he was carried directly to the back seat of a bicycle.
He was dozing off in the back seat when the car suddenly braked and his nose hit Sun Zhigao's back.
The old man, whose beard had turned white, was in so much pain that he burst into tears.
"Who are you?" Sun Zhigao asked with a stiff upper lip.
Could that dark thing be the King of Hell coming to take his life? He was still young and had done nothing wrong.
I just helped Zhao Huaiyan transfer some cultural relics, antiques, gold, and ancient books...
These are all ownerless items. Even if someone comes to exchange them, he will pay a good price as instructed.
"Devils and ghosts, please leave! I, Sun Zhigao, am upright and honest. I am not afraid of these things. Be careful not to be scared to death by my righteousness!"
Sun Zhigao didn't dare to look directly at them. He lowered his head and spoke harsh words to give himself courage. Under the moonlight, he could only see a pair of black feet.
"Uncle Sun, it's me, Ning Xi!"
Ning Xi couldn't resist her curiosity and secretly ran out to stake out. Seeing that Sun Zhigao looked unhappy, she wondered if something big had happened, otherwise why would he be running around on the road in the middle of the night.
But she was also afraid of being seen by people who got up at night, so she found a piece of blue cloth and wrapped herself up in the style of some religious figures in old TV dramas.
There was no flaw from head to toe, and even Liu Chunmei probably wouldn't recognize her.
When Sun Zhigao saw her face clearly, his heart, which had been in his throat, finally settled down. He stepped on the pedal and left.
"What are you doing out here so late at night? Go back now. I have something urgent to attend to, so I'll leave first."
"Ouch! I was so scared! You started riding without even telling me!"
Doctor Hu held his tools in one hand and covered his nose with the other. He suddenly leaned back and quickly grabbed the corner of Sun Zhigao's clothes.
If he hadn't practiced two sets of Five Animal Exercises every day and hadn't been quite agile, his old bones would have probably fallen apart.
If it weren't for the boy from the Zhao family, he would have quit long ago!
Back then, if people came to see his grandfather for medical treatment, or if they wanted to see Batai Bridge, it would depend on the old man's mood. By the time it came to his generation, they were all forced to sweep toilets.
It is really true that each generation is worse than the previous one. A hundred years later, he has no chance to see his ancestors.
"Uncle Sun, is something wrong at home?" Ning Xi had smuggled her bicycle out a long time ago. Seeing Sun Zhigao riding away, she also got on the bike and followed him.
"What else could it be? The Zhao family kid is just making trouble. He didn't listen to the old man and now he's suffering the consequences."
Hu Jisheng was now fully awake, and he could sit in the back without any effort, with one hand still free to stroke his white beard.
"I was told to take one dose of medicine per month, but I've only been taking it for less than half a month. I really didn't realize how potent this medicine is."
The old man had seen a lot of people, and Sun Zhigao didn't stop her when she first spoke, which proved that the girl knew about it. In that case, it wouldn't hurt for him to complain a few words.
"Isn't his life in danger?"
Ning Xi took a serious look at the thin old man. His eyebrows and beard were long and white. He looked to be at least seventy years old, but he was still quite strong.
The small wooden box in the left hand should be a medicine box.
It fits Ning Xi's fantasy of an old Chinese doctor.
"If my life wasn't in danger, would you have dug up my old bones in the middle of the night?" Doctor Hu stroked his white beard from time to time, looking very dignified like an immortal.
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