"Okay, okay, hehe!" Aunt Wu was very moved and sat next to Lin Yazhi.
She looked at the nanny sitting next to her to eat, and at this moment she felt as uncomfortable as if she had eaten shit.
I couldn't show it in front of so many people, so I could only suppress my anger and eat with my head down.
During dinner, the Lin family kept putting food into her bowl.
Jiang Manyue couldn't refuse the hospitality and accidentally ate a little too much.
After finishing her meal, she kept holding her chest and felt a little uncomfortable.
"What's wrong?" Qin Zhenbei looked at her sitting on the sofa with a bad expression: "Are you feeling unwell?"
"Well, I ate too much just now!" She shook her head: "It's okay!"
Of course, her parents favored her and wanted her to eat a meal that would lose money for twenty years.
"Wait a moment!" He turned and came under the TV cabinet in the living room.
She opened the cupboard, took out a sewing box, walked over, and then took out a sewing needle.
Jiang Manyue stared at the needle in his hand: "You, what are you doing?"
"I'll give you acupuncture." He disinfected the needle in alcohol and said, "Don't be afraid. It won't hurt."
"My mother is a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner. To treat indigestion, she only needs to prick her finger."
"You don't have a silver needle at home, an ordinary sewing needle will do!"
Qin Zhenbei actually knows acupuncture? I didn't expect he came from a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners.
He slowly pulled her right hand over and gently placed it in his palm.
His hands were so warm, wrapping her fair little hands tightly.
The surface of her body was a little rough, scratching her delicate skin.
Jiang Manyue looked at his drooping eyebrows and the tightly closed thin lips under his high nose bridge.
I don't know why, but my heart beat faster when she held my hand.
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