Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

The Zhou family discussed it for a while.

Zhou Junwang said that Yan Xin only needed thirty yuan for medical treatment, so he asked his parents what to do.

His younger brother Zhou Muzhi was also there.

Zhou Longtou frowned slightly, he never liked Yan Xin very much: "Then give her a medical fee of thirty yuan."

Everyone: "..."

Even Zhou Muzhi looked at his father in surprise.

Why should my father be so cold towards the young miracle doctor who saved my aunt?

Could it be that my father was hoping that after his aunt died, he would marry someone new?

"Abba, you can invite some concubines," Zhou Muzhi said.

This is out of the question.

However, in this family, except for Zhou Muzhi who was a fool, everyone else was smart and figured out the idea behind what he said in an instant.

——Don’t expect my aunt to die. If you like the new and are tired of the old, find another ten or eight concubines.

"Nie Zhan, shut up!" Zhou Longtou was furious, his face flushed with anger.

Mrs. Zhou glanced at Zhou Muzhi angrily: "Your skin is itchy."

Zhou Muzhi: "..."

"Let's discuss business." Zhou Junwang said.

He had an idea.

He was always thoughtful and had good ideas. Zhou Longtou and Mrs. Zhou agreed.

The next day, a gilded plaque was made at Zhou Longtou's house, with the Chinese characters "Xinglin Holy Hand" written on it, and it was carried to Wenliang Baicao Hall with gongs and drums.

People from the whole street came to watch the fun.

The shopkeeper Zhang Fengchun was surprised and hurriedly sent someone to invite Yan Xin.

Yan Xin is looking at her new car at home.

The Overseer gave her a new car. This car has a unique shape and is relatively compact, unlike those large cars used by the military government.

Bai Shuang likes it very much.

She likes good pistols and good cars.

Bai Shuang took Yan Xin for a walk along Jiang Mansion, and when she was about to leave the city to find an open space to study, someone from the drug store came to see her.

"Go to the drug store." Yan Xin said.

Bai Shuang drove the car, took the drugstore boy and Yan Xin with him, and went to Wenliang Baicao Hall.

Hundreds of thousands of firecrackers were set off, and the whole street was filled with a thick smell of sulfur. The smoke in the air lingered for a long time, like thick winter fog.

Half the street was covered with red confetti from firecrackers, which fell softly.

Yan Xin got out of the car and saw Zhou Junwang at the door of her house.

Zhou Junwang is wearing a fashionable shirt and vest. White shirt, brown vest, striped trousers of the same color, and new leather shoes on his feet, stained with a thin layer of firecracker dust.

He was dressed in a western style, but he combed all his hair back, revealing a full forehead with no slit.

Less feminine and more sharp.

"Miss." He said with a thick smile.

Yan Xin: "You are too kind, you don't need to go to such trouble. I can't bear it."

"This is what my aunt meant. I was ordered to come here, but I had no choice but to do it myself." Zhou Junwang said with a smile.

Yan Xin asked him to come in and sit down.

The neighbors outside were watching the excitement and talking a lot.

The boy poured the tea.

The lobby of the drug store was full of people, and it was also very noisy to talk for a while inside.

Zhou Junwang said: "Miss, please treat me to a meal."

Yan Xin: "...Okay."

She walked out of the drug store with him and realized that Zhou Junwang was very good at talking.

If he had said, "I'll treat you to dinner," Yan Xin might have refused like last time; but he had mentioned that she should treat him, so her refusal would appear stingy and she would subconsciously agree.

The two went to Yuelai Cuisine Club.

"...Miss Sheng Rouzhen invited me to drink coffee last time, and we also talked about you." Zhou Junwang said suddenly as he sat down in the elegant room of the hotel.

Yan Xin: "What are you talking about?"

"I mentioned you casually." Zhou Junwang said.

"You and Rouzhen seem to have a good relationship," Yan Xin said.

In the previous life, it was Sheng Rouzhen who introduced Yan Xin to Zhou Junwang for medical treatment, and they became familiar with each other.

In the following days, Zhou Junwang was very busy, but he would take time to meet and chat with her every month, which was a touch of warmth in her lonely and lonely life.

After rebirth, Sheng Rouzhen has been destroyed. Where is Zhou Junwang who is related to her?

"She and Mu Zhi have known each other since they were very young, and we often interact with each other. I have met her before, but we are not very familiar with her. After all, she is several years older than her.

After she returned to China, she suddenly became like an adult, which surprised me. I was looking for some ancient fans, and she bought them for me. " Zhou Junwang said.

Yan Xin: "She is determined."

"We just became familiar with each other, and occasionally she would invite me to drink coffee. Of course, I knew that she had a different identity, and I was just a friend to her," Zhou Junwang said.

Yan Xin glanced at him.

Zhou Junwang looked at her. The light coming from the window lattice fell into her eyes, and her eyes were full of light like broken light.

There is always a bit of melancholy about her, which doesn't look like she's pretending; and a woman as beautiful as she should not have such frustration and sadness.

Charm and sadness merge into her body, making her temperament different from others.

Zhou Junwang has never seen a woman like her, nothing similar.

"...She will marry Jing Yuanzhao, right? You also know this, Miss." Zhou Junwang said with a smile.

Yan Xin lowered her eyelashes.

If she answers, it seems like she cares; if she doesn't answer, it seems like she is misleading Zhou Junwang.

She didn't want to talk about this.

She and Jing Yuanzhao were already entangled; adding Sheng Rouzhen into the mix made the situation even more confusing.

Will Sheng Rouzhen marry Jing Yuanzhao?

not sure.

Jing Yuanzhao's wife Yan Wanwan in his previous life has died, and many things in this life have changed beyond recognition.

"Miss." Zhou Junwang suddenly called her again.

Yan Xin raised her eyes and looked at him.

Zhou Junwang just looked at her steadily, his eyes were quiet, and he called out softly: "Miss."

Yan Xin was stunned.

She is leaving.

Zhou Jun looked to be chased, but Yan Xin quickly turned around and said in a deep voice: "You go ahead and eat. You must be full and remember to pay."

She went downstairs.

On this day, Zhou Junwang came home very late.

After returning home, he first visited his aunt.

My aunt was getting ready to go to bed and had a bowl of rice porridge for dinner.

"...What did the young miraculous doctor say?" Mrs. Zhou asked.

"Of course she said we were spending too much money." Zhou Junwang said.

Mrs. Zhou: "When will she come to check my pulse again? She said I need maintenance. I want her to prescribe some maintenance prescriptions for me."

Zhou Junwang smiled: "She also said that we need to wait for your disease to be completely recovered before starting any maintenance methods. Please relax first. Illness comes like a mountain and goes away like a thread. There is no rush."

Mrs. Zhou nodded.

She noticed that her son was worried and asked him, "Not very happy?"

Zhou Junwang's smile faded.

He sat on the side of the bed and sighed softly: "Auntie, it's hard to paint the skin of a woman who looks like her in this world. The three parts of her skin make her look frivolous."

Mrs. Zhou: "She is very calm."

"Such a beautiful woman, yet so calm. Her eyes and heart are both impetuous. I have never encountered her before." Zhou Junwang sighed, "She is more intoxicating than strong wine."

Mrs. Zhou said: "She already has a husband, do you remember?"

"Even if she doesn't have a husband, it's not my turn. Someone has already targeted her." Zhou Junwang smiled bitterly, "Otherwise, what would I do with Sheng Rouzhen? How can she be qualified to associate with me?"

If Sheng Rouzhen hadn't possibly married Jing Yuanzhao, she wouldn't be qualified to invite Zhou Junwang to tea.

"Tiaohu Lishan?"

"It may not be possible." Zhou Jun looked at it.

Mrs. Zhou lowered her voice: "Your father doesn't like her. Even if she is very capable, your father still doesn't like her. Do you know that internal worries are greater than external ones?"

Zhou Junwang sat there, feeling depressed for a moment.