Qi Chunhui stopped, glanced at Yun Qiao with contempt, and apologized insincerely: "I'm sorry, I was walking so fast that I didn't see you."
After she finished speaking, she didn't wait for Yun Qiao's reaction, but turned around and walked out, muttering as she walked: "You're not big, but you like to show off. You're not afraid of the wind blowing your tongue off."
The tone was sour and the voice was not small, as if it was said on purpose for Yun Qiao to hear.
Yun Qiao's eyes turned cold and he stretched out his foot.
"Ouch." Qi Chunhui tripped and fell forward, face down on the ground.
At this moment, a person suddenly came in from outside the door.
It was Chen Fengxia holding a washbasin.
As soon as she stepped over the threshold, before her foot even touched the ground, she saw a person kneeling in front of her. She was immediately startled and asked, "Emma, what are you doing?"
However, she quickly recognized the person lying on the ground as Qi Chunhui from the color of his coat, and her heart immediately lit up. "Oh my, who is this? It's not a festival, right? Why is he suddenly giving me such a big gift?"
She deliberately insulted Qi Chunhui: "Stop kneeling, niece. Get up quickly. If you continue kneeling, I won't give you any red envelopes."
Qi Chun gritted her teeth as she regained her breath. She got up from the ground and pushed Chen Fengxia away. "Chen Fengxia! Shut up! Who is your niece?"
"Qi Chunhui, how dare you scold me?"
"I'm scolding you, so what?"
"What? What do you say? If you dare to scold me again, I will go to Director Jiang to sue you! I will say that you haven't changed your mind!" Chen Fengxia made a move and directly grasped Qi Chunhui's weak spot.
Qi Chunhui choked, her face turning blue and red with anger, but she didn't dare to talk back. She walked out of the room silently, not even caring about Yun Qiao tripping her.
Chen Fengxia snorted coldly, turned around and put the washbasin on the shelf behind the door, then asked Zheng Wenjing, "Wenjing, has your cousin always been like this? She's always acting weird and sarcastic, whether it's for fun or not. She's like a gunshot wound."
"That's about the same." Zheng Wenjing didn't want to talk about Qi Chunhui. It was a bit of a letdown.
She asked Yun Qiao, "Yun Qiao, is your arm okay? Does it hurt?"
"No, it will be over in a moment."
"That's all." Zheng Wenjing breathed a sigh of relief and began to ask excitedly, "Yun Qiao, Yun Qiao, when will you start making frostbite cream? I can't wait."
Zheng Wenjing was circling around Yun Qiao like a little rabbit, and Yun Qiao was amused by her: "Stop circling, you're making me dizzy."
"Then when will you do it?" Zheng Wenjing held out her hand for Yun Qiao to see. "Look at my hand. The frozen part is red. It told me that it wants to apply the frostbite cream you made tonight."
As they were talking, Qi Chunhui suddenly pushed the door open again.
She was filled with rage and had nowhere to vent it, so she deliberately slammed the door loudly. As she passed by Zheng Wenjing, she deliberately said, "How dare you put such a mess on your hands? Be careful not to get your hands rotten!"
Zheng Wenjing stamped her feet in anger: "I'll wipe it off if I want to! Don't bother me!"
"You treat me like a donkey's liver and lungs! Sooner or later you will regret it!" Qi Chunhui sneered and rushed into the house.
Zheng Wenjing shouted at her back: "Don't worry, I will never regret it!"
Turning around, he coaxed Yun Qiao again: "Yun Qiao, don't listen to her nonsense. I believe your ointment will definitely work."
If it weren't for Yun Qiao, her hand would have been burned by the hot water. Whether the ointment was useful or not was another matter, but for this reason alone, she had to support Yun Qiao.
Yun Qiao: "I won't take the words of a mad dog seriously!"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com