Master Fu’s Prideful Wife

The man in front of him was wearing the simplest white shirt and black trousers, pinned to the waist, showing a thin waist shirt, buttoned to the second position, revealing the man's delicate collarbone.

At this moment, as he covered his lips and coughed blood, his clothes were loose, and from Wen Li's point of view, he could see his faintly floating abdominal muscles.

He looks thin, but he can't stand the advantage of his height. In addition, he must have paid attention to exercise over the years. It is amazing that a patient can have such a physique.

After Fu Yuxiu coughed, he squeezed the white handkerchief tightly, but it was taken away by the people around him.

"I need to take the blood sample you vomited back. If I don't do the corresponding test, there is no way to determine what kind of poison it is."

"Lian Kou." He spat out these two words.

A very domineering toxin. It is said to be a poison that has been handed down from ancient times. Wen Li has also been exposed to it several times.

Wen Li raised his eyebrows and put the handkerchief in the small bag he carried with him, "I only believe in my own experimental conclusions."

"Seriously." Fu Yuxiu looked at her with deep eyes.

"I will be picked up once a week from now on, and I won't give you a prescription for the time being until I figure out the toxins in your body."

Fei Ran, who had just walked to the door, heard the conversation between the two clearly, so is the young master asking Miss Mu to treat him?

But this Mu Wenli is only twenty years old, so it is possible that he is more powerful than those old doctors with decades of experience.

Since Mu Wenli stepped into Nan's house, Fei Ran has arranged for someone to mobilize all the information.

The youngest daughter the Mu family had just found was lost at the age of five and grew up in Wutong Town. She dropped out of school at the age of fifteen and went south. The day after she returned to Wutong Town, she contacted the Mu family.

In the display of all the materials, Feiran still saw some problems, and the materials were very detailed. Mu Wenli had all the experience in Wutong Town after he got lost at the age of five.

Excessive refinement is the biggest problem.

"Master." Fei Ran shouted as he entered the door and stood beside the two of them.

This appearance obviously had something to say, Wen Li raised his eyes and glanced at the sky outside, and it was the afternoon time when he came over.

It's getting dark now.

"It's time for dinner," he reminded.

Because it took a little time in Nan Pei's studio, and this Nan's yard was really exhausting.

Wen Li is really hungry now.

"Let's go after dinner here." Fu Yuxiu raised his hand.

Fei Ran was clear, and when he walked out the door, he began to invite people to deliver meals.

After a while, a chef dressed in white walked in and respectfully appeared in front of the two of them.

"Tell him what you want to eat."

Wen Li unceremoniously called out the names of several dishes, "braised lion head, cold salad baby dish..."

Having traveled to so many countries, Wen Li still likes country A's food the most, with a wide variety of colors and flavors.

The chef took note of it intimately and walked out of the room.

"It's quite edible, little girl." Fu Yuxiu said, not sure if he was laughing at her.

"What you can eat is better than what you can't eat." She couldn't lift her head back.

Fu Yuxiu raised his eyebrows, this girl is really unforgiving.

Nan Sheng stayed in the pavilion at the door and waited for the people inside to come out. After more than half an hour, the door did not seem to open.

Originally thinking that this was the first time that the boss found a girl he liked, so he didn't bother going in.

But count the time and look at the sky before going out to figure out if the Mu family should come over to ask for someone.

Slowly refilling the teacup with tea, the assistant on the side glanced at it from a distance.

"Mr. Nan, Miss Mu Da is here."

And he came by himself.

Nan Sheng put down the cup and looked at Mu Nuanxi who was walking from a distance. His eyes narrowed slightly. Except for a few people in the Nan family, this area is prohibited from entering and leaving.

She came here all of a sudden, she really has the ability.

"Past reminder."

After dropping those words, he got up and greeted him.

The assistant glanced at the towering courtyard gate, swallowed and took a deep breath before he dared to lift his feet and walk forward.

In addition to Nansheng, who would dare to knock on this door at ordinary times, it is not looking for death.

Wen Li seemed a little bored when it was time to eat, and asked Fei Ran to take the dregs of medicine Fu Yuxiu drank, and she began to squat on the ground to check.

A countertop was made on the left hand side of the entrance of the house, and a mahogany desk was placed on it. On the table, there were all kinds of pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

The man was standing behind the table slowly and started to write with a pen.

A scent of ink came to Wen Li's nose along with the draughts of the two doors opening. She raised her eyes and saw the man who was writing with his head down.

Wen Li thought of a word in his mind, the scenery is Jiyue, Zhilan Yushu.

If it wasn't for the enchanting look on his face, he would indeed be worthy of the titles Bai Yueguang and Qianqian gentleman.

"Can you write?" he asked suddenly looking up.

Wen Li walked over and saw a poem on the rice paper, she shook her head.

At the level of calligraphy, she really has not dabbled in it.

"Come here and I'll teach you."

Wen Li stood around his chest and glanced at the man, "Why should I learn?"

Ever since she met this Nan Qiao, she felt that this man's attitude towards her was a little more enthusiastic. Is it true that this man is like this to all girls?

"Cultivation of self-cultivation, precipitation of heart."

Things that have been passed down for thousands of years can indeed have a calming effect once they are written, which is why so many business people have a preference for these things.

The more upset you are, the more you write.

"Little girl, where did you learn your skills?" The nib of Lang Mao's pen was stained with ink and landed on the rice paper.

Hearing his name, Wen Li had the feeling that there was a white-bearded grandfather standing in front of him.

That night in the hot spring clubhouse, she saw with her own eyes what kind of ill-will could erupt from this person, but now the person is such a zhilan and jade tree, a gentleman.

It is indeed rare for a man to be able to combine these two temperaments so well at the same time.

"There are thousands of different people in the world, and everyone has their own way of life. You can't trace the origin of each one."

Fu Yuxiu looked up at her, his eyes moved slightly, "How can a good girl learn to be so old-fashioned."

"It's just a small witch." Wen Li looked at the writing on his desktop.

On his face, he looked like a gentleman of Jiyue, but the handwriting on the rice paper was domineering and arrogant.

An unruly heart can never be hidden.

"We have to get along for a long time in the future, are you sure you want to talk to me like this?" Fu Yuxiu asked rhetorically.

Wen Li didn't speak, but stared at the sentences he wrote on the paper carefully.

When the atmosphere between the two was quiet, Fei Ran entered the room, walked to the man's ear and said something.

The man behind the desk came out and put the brush into Wen Li's hand.

"Playing by yourself, I'll go out for a while..."