Then what?
Yang Zhao looked at him in confusion.
Mo Junran looked at her expression and said calmly from behind his mask, "So you don't have to keep calling me Pavilion Master. You can call me Seventeen, or Mo Seventeen, either one is fine."
Yang Zhao blinked.
Although she couldn't clearly see the man's emotions under the mask, she could sense his 'seriousness' for some reason. Yang Zhao thought for a moment and nodded: "Yes, Mo Shiqi."
Hearing this, Mo Junran's eyes curved slightly under the mask.
Then he stood up and extended his hand towards her; "Then... it's a pleasure to work with you!"
Yang Zhao was stunned when he saw the hand he extended.
But soon she smiled.
She almost forgot that this man knew her mother. Judging from his behavior, he must be quite familiar with her mother, otherwise he wouldn't know some of the business 'etiquette' her mother mentioned...
Look at his outstretched right hand.
Yang Zhao also stood up, walked straight forward, slowly extended his hand and gently shook his right hand: "It's a pleasure to work with you."
The moment when two hands are held together.
Mo Junran's expression under the mask unconsciously collapsed, and the tips of his ears seemed to turn slightly red.
…
"What did you do to him?"
At night.
After the main room in Mingshou Hall was cleared of outsiders, Yang Zhao personally carried a tray into the room.
Old Madam Yang had already half sat up and asked Yang Zhao.
And the person she was asking was naturally Mrs. Wei.
After Yang Zhao placed the tray on the table, he came forward with a porcelain bowl and replied with a faint smile, seemingly in a good mood, "What can I do to her? I just want her to stay in the mansion for a few more days to accompany you."
Oh!
Old Madam Yang didn't believe it.
But thinking of Madam Wei's identity as a spy, her face unconsciously turned ugly again, and she couldn't help but ask, "Since you already knew her identity, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"What if I told you earlier?"
"Are you planning to report this to the police? Or are you going to persuade her to lay down her butcher knife and become a Buddha?"
Upon hearing this, Old Madam Yang was speechless for a moment.
She looked at Yang Zhao with some annoyance, but after Yang Zhao sat down on the edge of the bed, she still stretched out her hand, intending to take the porcelain bowl from her hand. After all, it had been filled with it for the entire afternoon, and she was already hungry!
But Yang Zhao avoided her hand: "This is not your porridge, your porridge has not arrived yet."
Madam Yang's hands froze.
Then she saw Yang Zhao put the porcelain bowl on the small table beside the bed, and then reached out and gently grabbed the hand of Aunt Yang who was dozing at the end of the bed. His movements were very gentle.
That Aunt Yang seemed really tired.
Didn't even wake up.
Yang Zhao carefully rolled up the sleeve of her wrist that was pinched purple by Madam Liu, and saw that the purple mark on her wrist had turned purple-black, and the pinch mark was very obvious.
When Old Madam Yang saw this, she frowned slightly.
Seeing this, Yang Zhao reached out and took the porcelain bowl, took out a lump of milky white paste from it, gently applied it on the purple and black pinch marks, and spread it out bit by bit.
"What is that?"
asked Madam Yang.
The porcelain bowl contained white paste, so she thought it was the white porridge served to her.
Yang Zhao didn't answer.
After she had smeared all over Aunt Yang's wrist, she put down the porcelain bowl, then lowered her head and blew gently towards Aunt Yang's wrist...
So light.
So cautious.
It's like treating a treasure.
No matter how dumb Old Lady Yang was, she could tell that it was medicine. When Yang Zhao was applying the medicine to Aunt Yang, he was so careful as not to wake her up and hurt her.
People who don’t know her would think she is her grandmother!!
Old Madam Yang suddenly felt a little uncomfortable and sour in her heart. She couldn't help but lift her leg and pulled the quilt under Aunt Yang's buttocks.
Aunt Yang's body tilted and she woke up suddenly.
"What's wrong?"
Aunt Yang was still a little confused.
It wasn't until she felt a tingling sensation on her wrist that she realized Yang Zhao was blowing air on it. She subconsciously wanted to pull her hand back: "My hand is fine..."
Yang Zhao gently pulled her back: "Don't move, there's still ointment on it!"
Only then did Aunt Yang discover that there was indeed a thin layer of white ointment on the pinch marks on her wrist.
The numbness and tingling sensation is probably the effect of the ointment.
"This ointment is very good for bruises, but you need to be careful when applying it. Apply several layers to allow it to be fully absorbed. Usually the bruises will completely disappear by the next day." Yang Zhao said.
Upon hearing this, Aunt Yang immediately stopped moving.
Watching Yang Zhao carefully apply the medicine to her and blow on her hair, Aunt Yang's eyes curved with a smile: "You little girl are really just like when you were little, careful and filial."
Filial piety?
Old Madam Yang looked at the scene in front of her and felt a little dazzling.
She is obviously Yang Zhao’s real grandmother!
But she just ignored her like air and never mentioned giving her medicine...
In fact, Madam Yang was also pinched, and her wrist was also black and purple...
Although her pain was blocked.
But she was also hurt!
The injury was even more serious than that of that smug-looking Miss Yang.
Madam Yang kept watching, watching Yang Zhao blow on Aunt Yang's wrist several times, blowing for a long time before he finally stopped. She subconsciously put her hand on the quilt and pulled up her sleeve a little, waiting for Yang Zhao to "discover".
"Grandma, please don't use force with your hands tonight and don't touch water. I'll have someone bring in dinner later..." Yang Zhao seemed not to notice what Old Lady Yang did. After saying a few words to Grandma Yang, he got up and left.
When Old Madam Yang saw this, her eyes widened.
Leaving now?
"Heartless thing!"
Madam Wei couldn't help but squeeze out a word, feeling aggrieved in her heart.
"If she had no conscience, she wouldn't have left you such a big bowl of ointment!"
Aunt Yang on the side rolled her eyes at Old Madam Yang fiercely, her expression somewhat unfriendly, and her tone even carried a hint of disdain: "Sister-in-law, you are already old, and I don't like to criticize you, but if I don't criticize you, you don't understand anything."
"Look at you. You originally had a good son, daughter-in-law, and grandchildren. The whole family could have lived a happy life, but you are so greedy that you don't even look down on your treasure-like daughter-in-law. You have to play the mother-in-law-is-the-god game and get involved with that idiot Wei to marry into the family..."
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