Allow her to be pampered

Peng Yiru raised his head slowly, revealing an earthy face with a faint sickness.

She opened her mouth, every word and every word, without any emotion, she just said: "Grasp the medicine."

Now that they met, it was neither good to leave nor to stay, Chi Rong hesitated for a moment, and finally Song Xiaoyuan paved the steps, and said goodbye in embarrassment.

As soon as Chi Rongfu walked away, Song Xiaoyuan invited Peng Yiru to go to the medical hall: "I see that your complexion is not very good, so come in first, let me take your pulse."

Peng Yiru still looked back, staring at the direction Chi Rongyuan was walking, and said coldly: "You and Chi Rong have such a good friendship, knowing those things, you must look down on me?"

"...What are you talking about?"

When Song Xiaoyuan heard this, she was very surprised. She looked at Peng Yiru again and again with probing eyes, and finally sighed slightly.

"Chi Rong has never been a gossiper! No matter what the two of you have, she will never lie, let alone smear."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hands and stepped forward, gently pressing Peng Yiru's wrist.

However, after hearing it several times, Song Xiaoyuan's face gradually darkened: "Where are you these days, to be so weak?"

After Song Xiaoyuan checked the pulse, he only heard that Peng Yiru's pulse condition was tens of thousands of weak, and the lung meridian was also weak, which was completely a sign of wind-cold cough and dyspnea.

Such an ordinary illness was not considered a serious illness, but Peng Yiru didn't know how much he had suffered, it was already a serious injury to his vitality, and his body became thinner and thinner.

"The barefoot doctors in the countryside can't prescribe any decent medicine, so they probably misdiagnosed."

Peng Yiru's face was pale, his thin face was sallow, and he was extremely haggard.

It turned out that the day after the birthday party, Peng Yiru was already disheartened and his reputation was ruined, so he didn't want to stay in Yue'an City and suffer humiliation again.

Her father was the culprit who betrayed her, so Peng Yiru never expected to go home to avoid the limelight.

So, after some cynicism to Boss Jin, Peng Yiru decided to take his belongings and fly away.

She didn't have a lot of luggage, only a suitcase, in which there were about three pieces of clothing, and the rest were all gold, silver, jewelry and cash from the gold mansion.

Peng Yiru only felt that if he had money, he would not suffer again.

Who would have thought that after all, he had committed a lot of evil, perhaps retribution came, and Peng Yiru had just boarded the train when his luggage was snatched away by unruly people.

Without the ticket and money, Peng Yiru had no choice but to get off the bus at Linxiang in Yue'an City. She was penniless and couldn't even afford to eat.

However, could it be that there is no unparalleled road, and it happened that the private school in the village lacked a teacher, and Peng Yiru had to stay here to teach the village children to read and write in order to make a living.

Unexpectedly, time flies like an arrow, and this stay has actually passed for several months.

At that time, Peng Yiru was almost about to forget about the dirty things behind him, but the weather was unpredictable, the rainstorm was endless, and it eventually became a flood, flooding the fields and destroying the houses, and laying waste for thousands of miles.

Peng Yiru was lucky, although he managed to save his life, he wandered around again and had to go back to Yue'an.

After Song Xiaoyuan heard what happened to her, for a while, she had nowhere to speak.

Poor people, but there are hateful things, who can explain clearly the cause and effect of these days.

Song Xiaoyuan choked his throat and asked, "Then you're back in Yue'an now, helpless, what are you going to do..."

Peng Yiru's voice didn't fluctuate, it seemed very indifferent: "Look for any job, and make a living first."

Hearing these words left and right, they are all light and clever, but if one wants to make a living in Yue'an City at this moment, it is more difficult than ascending to heaven.

After the flood, there was a lot of waste waiting to be done, and malaria was threatening to catch everyone. It was hard for everyone to protect themselves, so how could they have the spare energy to hire workers.

After much deliberation, Song Xiaoyuan only thought of one person, who still had a chance to try.

"Peng Yiru, Chi Rong is going to open a charitable hall to give porridge," Song Xiaoyuan said softly, "There will always be a shortage of manpower to do good deeds. The salary may not be high, but there will definitely be food to eat."

Hearing this, Peng Yiru just sneered, and laughed at himself: "Song Xiaoyuan, no wonder you and Chi Rong have a good relationship, after all, they have exactly the same kind hearts."

After speaking, he carefully counted a few pieces of loose silver, paid for the medicine, and finally turned around and left.

Song Xiaoyuan chased out the door, and shouted from a distance behind Peng Yiru: "Under the plaque of the hanging pot to help the world, don't be cold-hearted! Don't think of Chi Rong as someone who will take revenge!"

Peng Yiru clearly heard these words clearly, but she didn't look back, but walked straight away.

On the other side, as soon as Chi Rongfu returned, he saw two men standing in front of the Shanghang Road.

Chi Rong bowed his back and hid behind a tree, but he saw Wu Qingzhi was seeing off a foreign businessman with a smile on his face.

This foreigner has a long and tall nose, taller than many foreigners he has seen in ordinary times. He is probably the Russian businessman mentioned a few days ago.

The two talked and laughed, and the atmosphere was harmonious, probably because the business was done happily, but what people cared most about was Wu Qingzhi's babbled Russian.

So, after the foreign businessman left in a car, Chi Rong just got out.

She went straight to Wu Qingzhi, tsk-tsk said: "You are so fancy, after learning so many languages, you don't know how to confuse it."

Chi Rong rushed into Wu Qingzhi's arms like a small whirlwind.

This was an overly childish behavior, but Wu Qingzhi took advantage of it, and immediately hooked his arms, and hugged Chi Rong tightly.

"Chi Rong, I've been thinking about you all day, but you call me fancy."

Wu Qingzhi pinched Chi Rong's face unceremoniously, and Fu picked up the bag of herbs for her, and said softly, "As for foreign languages, if you want to learn, I can teach you myself."

Chi Rong acted like a good boy when he got cheap, so he deliberately contradicted: "You are talking nonsense, how do you teach the language yourself! You can also hold hands when writing, but how about talking? How do you teach the language?"

Wu Qingzhi said, "mouth to mouth."

However, before Chi Rong finished speaking, a pair of warm lips fell down.

But it's not a deep kiss, but a peck like a dragonfly's touch of water, from the corner of the lips to the bead of the lips, breathing is exchanged, and body temperature is intertwined.

Wu Qingzhi held Chi Rong's hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "Chi Rong, I've noticed that you've really become more and more misbehaving recently."

"I worked hard, worked hard as a small boss, and opened a porridge shed. In the end, you actually said that I was not good!"

Chi Rong grinned and yelled, "Wu Qingzhi, it's not that I'm not good, but that you're starting to turn bad."