"Thank you, Miss Liu," Old Wu waved towards the car, then ran back with his hands in his pockets.
"How is it, is it almost here?"
Mr. Huo rubbed his hands from time to time, "That girl has a lot of good things, but she's just stingy and won't give them to her."
"It's almost here."
Old Wu carefully took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket, but before he could hold it firmly, Old Huo snatched it away. "See, I told you, that girl still has something good to give her."
Old Wu gave Mr. Huo a thumbs up.
The master was one step ahead and gave her something that she couldn't refuse. This is really embarrassing.
So, old ginger is still spicy.
Mr. Huo opened the bottle and smelled it. How should I describe the smell? It was a bit intoxicating.
"One per month."
Old Wu said, "I just counted them. There are probably more than twenty of them, but that's two years' worth."
"Two years' worth doesn't matter."
Mr. Huo quickly closed the lid, as if he was afraid that the medicinal properties would disappear.
"Let's go visit the child every year from now on."
Old Wu nodded involuntarily. "The master is right. One who takes from others is soft-hearted, and one who eats from others is grateful. That girl doesn't like to owe others anything, so if she wants the medicine, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."
"A-choo..."
Liu Liang sneezed violently.
She rubbed her nose, thinking that someone must be saying bad things about her behind her back.
The driver took all the luggage to the hotel. When they came back, they found out that Mr. Huo had someone rent the hotel room they were staying in for a long term. In other words, they could stay as long as they wanted, free of charge, and meals were provided.
But even so, Liu Jing still felt distressed about her medicines.
When she returned to the room, she saw two large suitcases of clothes on the floor. These were all prepared by Old Wu when she lived in the Huo family. Many of them even had the labels still on.
If she doesn't bring these clothes back, what else can she do? Throw them away?
But why should she throw it away? These are her clothes. It would be such a pity and painful to throw them away. She doesn't care if she throws them away to others, but she can't throw hers away.
So, so many of them piled up at once.
She opened the box and sat on the ground. She took out all the clothes that she had never worn, and packed some for Diwu Mingxiu when she got there. After all, they had similar figures, so whatever she could wear, Diwu Mingxiu could wear too.
She picked out seven or eight pieces, many of which were in those tender pink colors that make Liu Liang's skin crawl if she looked at them for a second longer, let alone wore them.
She picked these out specifically and gave them to Liu Lele. She is a real girl and loves pink the most. Liu Jing is a fake girl, so she should continue to wear her black, white and gray.
It took her half a day to pack up most of these things, but even then, there was still a large box left.
Finally, she put all these things into the ring, along with the things that Mr. Huo gave her, no, the things that he gave to her mother and brother, she also put them in.
Only then did she remember the dragon stone jade in the ring.
Where did these clothes come from? Who caused her so much trouble and even lost a bottle of good medicine? It was all because of this thing.
She took out the dragon stone from the ring and felt a cool sensation in her hand. Then she remembered the legend about dragon stone jade. It was a hundred times more beautiful than glass jade, cold in color, and warm in winter and cool in summer.
The legendary warm jade.
She raised the dragon stone jade in her hand again. Although it looked cold and icy in the light, it was smooth, delicate and extremely warm like silk.
Even she was somewhat tempted, let alone those jade lovers. Otherwise, Xie Ba would not have risked being punished by the Jade Association and insisted on getting it.
Good stuff, it’s a good stuff, but she feels like she can’t use it.
As I said, the money is hers and the jade is Zeng Xubai's, no matter what kind it is. However, she still has to go to the gambling stone club tomorrow to stroll around. It just so happens that she has received compensation from Xie Ba. Although she doesn't know how much it is, it must be a lot from Mr. Huo. She can buy a more expensive one with similar quality.
Well, it’s a happy decision.
Now the question is.
Liu Liang touched the ring on her neck.
Zeng Xubai had almost all known her secrets, so she might as well give him the ring. Based on her understanding of Zeng Xubai in two lifetimes, perhaps anyone in the world could betray her or abandon her, except Zhou Lanping and Zeng Xubai.
Then she put the dragon stone jade back into the ring, took a deep breath, opened the door, and walked towards Zeng Xubai's room.
Knock knock...
She knocked on the door.
Not long after, Zeng Xubai came out.
She is not Liu Jing, who has to fiddle with a pile of clothes first. Zeng Xubai's hair is still wet, and the clothes are hanging loosely on her body. Although nothing is exposed and no part of the clothes that should be covered is exposed, there is a kind of abstinence about her that makes Liu Jing, a fake girl who is not a girl, have the urge to tear off her clothes.
She wanted to see if he had abdominal muscles or a mermaid line, but she felt he should have them.
"What's wrong?"
Zeng Xubai saw that Liu Jing was covered in dust and dirt, and wondered what had happened that made her so upset.
He was referring to Liu Jing's hair.
Liu Jing's fine and soft hair has always been a pain for her. Unlike others who can always have smooth hair, her hair often gets frizzy. She just likes to keep long hair. She wants to cut it off like she did in her previous life, but Qingyue won't allow it, saying that her hair and body were given by her parents, so how can she cut it off?
So, over the past few years, it has grown so much without me noticing, but it is too difficult to take care of and it tends to frizz.
"Come here, let me help you comb your hair."
Zeng Xubai asked Liu Jing to come in and sit down, then he took a comb and started to comb her hair. It must be said that Zeng Xubai's hair-combing skills were quite good, especially for fine and soft hair. In a short while, he had tied two loose braids for her, so she no longer had to worry about her hair getting frizzy.
Liu Liang touched the braid on her head. It seemed to be pretty good, neither too tight nor too loose, and it didn't pinch her scalp.
She even went to the mirror to take a picture. She looked pretty good, not tacky or silly. She was still as youthful and bright as ever.
A fake girl is just a fake girl. No matter how well she pretends to be one, she is still a fake girl.
She doesn’t have the bright eyes of Liu Lele and the others, nor does she have the innocence in other people’s eyes.
She pulled her face, showing that she was quite thick-skinned.
She turned around and saw Zeng Xubai leaning to one side with a slight smile on his lips. The first time on the train, she thought he was a quiet person, but now she knew that it was not the case. He could be silent to people and smile to people as well.
In fact, everyone is the same.
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