The angry and forgiving Sikong Jueying drew his sword and stabbed the Death Seven with one sword.

Death Qi felt the danger approaching, hugged Feng Feiyang and floated out of the door at an extremely fast speed. He hugged Feng Feiyang's long arm and never let go, looking at the angry Sikong Jueying with a sarcastic face.

"What? The head of the Sikong family wants to cross the river and destroy the bridge, kill people to silence the divination!" Death Seven deliberately distorts Sikong Jueying's meaning.

The others clearly jealous and hated him for killing the little miracle doctor. However, he distorted the facts and said that they knew the secret of the Sikong family last night, so Sikong Jueying killed them to silence them.

"A Yang, you know. I don't mean that?" Sikong Jueying waved his hand in an anxious manner, gritted his teeth and glared fiercely at Shishiqi. This eye contained the shame of being teased. Sikong Jueying, remember this domineering man!

What kind of medicine children? They are all scams?

Death Seven is also helpless! Do you think I am a medicine boy? This is a big deal!

"Okay! I understand. Haotian doesn't mind Master Qi's words being unrestrained. I'll go to the follow-up visit now." As he said that, he patted the hand of the Dead Qi holding on his waist, wanting to carry the medicine box.

The Deathful Seventh One hand grabbed Feng Feiyang, turned his head to look at Sikong Jueying and said, "I think the head of the Sikong family should not object to the miracle doctor who had used breakfast before going to the follow-up visit!" This is what he said, if Sikong Jueying insisted, it would be inhumane. If the miracle doctor did not use breakfast, you would force someone to go to the follow-up visit. What is the nature of this?

Use money to suppress people.

Sikong Jueying's face was so angry that his face was flushed, and his lungs were about to explode!

Looking at the proud little eyes of Shishi Qi, Sikong Jueying understood in seconds! He touched the man's words! He deliberately angered himself in front of the miracle doctor and destroyed his image. It was vicious, too vicious. In the future, be careful of this black-hearted man.

"A Yang, I'm in a hurry! Don't mind having breakfast together!" Sikong Jueying smiled so hard that the spring breeze filled the garden! A low and warm voice sounded slowly. With a casual lift, the broad sleeves drew a graceful arc in the wind. The sword had flew not far away, in Zi Yan's hand.

Zi Yan held back his laughter, "Young Master, have you used breakfast before going out?" In order to restore his romantic and suave image in the eyes of the little genius doctor, he also tried his best!

"Of course, please." Feng Feiyang smiled, and his delicate face, which was as snowy as skin, exuded a damn charm in the morning breeze! Especially the pink and moist lips, it made people want to be unable to.

A lovely love.

The seven deadly faces were as black as the bottom of the pot, and he drew Sikong Jueying a fierce look. He thought that this kid is worthy of being the new generation of the Sikong family! It seems that he has to think of another way to drive away this fly!

In the side hall, the Luan Xiao and the others had already arranged a few breakfast meals that suited Feng Feiyang's appetite. They all stood at the door and looked around. I hope the lady came over quickly, otherwise the food would be bad if it was cold!

"Hello, Miss, Qi Master, and the head of the Sikong family." The three maids ran to Feng Feiyang in front of him and pulled Feng Feiyang into the side hall.

The burner incense that had been held in for a long time finally found an opportunity to whisper Feng Feiyang: "Miss, why are your lips swollen? Is it uncomfortable there? When I went out, my wife repeatedly reminded me and told me to take good care of the lady, but the lady was still injured? Now even her lips are swollen, what should I do?"

Feng Feiyang grinded his teeth, this stupid maid! He hurriedly reached out to cover Luxiang's mouth and whispered: "My lady, I am very good. My lips were bitten by mosquitoes last night. Don't forget to go to the medicine shop to buy some medicine for smoked mosquitoes! Remember?" Feng Feiyang was afraid that others would hear it, and his voice was very low.

Feng Feiyang lowered her head and sat on the chair. She had no shame to see anyone! Even Luxiang, a slutty maid, discovered that others would still laugh at him secretly! He turned his head and glanced at the extremely coquettish Seven, and was in a very unhappy mood!

In fact, Feng Feiyang's slightly swollen lips were discovered by Sikong Jueying as soon as she entered the door. But he was just unsure? Now that he heard Feng Feiyang's desire to cover up, he smiled and took the death seven with a proud look on his face. What else does he not understand? Let people get the moon first!

Sikong Jueying gritted his teeth and made a difficult decision in his heart.

"Come on, Feng'er, you like crystal dumplings. I asked Luanxiao and the others to make a lot of them, eat them slowly." The table was placed in front of Feng Feiyang, and a dipping dish was thoughtfully placed on the dipping table.

Feng Feiyang smiled awkwardly and blushed and whispered: "Seventh Master, too." As soon as he looked up, he saw Sikong Jueying's expression full of bitter and unobstructed eyes. It was really...

"Haotian also tastes the crystal dumplings." Feng Feiyang, with hospitality etiquette, brought a few crystal clear dumplings with clean chopsticks and put them in a small bowl, and then pushed them to Sikong Jueying.

"Cough cough" Feng Feiyang covered his heart and coughed and asthma, his plump lips suddenly turned pale. He was about to fall to the ground in front of him, which scared Feng Feiyang! It would be that he forced the blood flow to reverse, and there would be sequelae!

"Yuan, Yuan, how are you? Don't scare me." Feng Feiyang cried anxiously, and hurriedly pulled up the wrist of the Death Qi to start taking the pulse. The beautiful appearance of the pear blossoms with rain hurts whose heart?

"Feng'er, don't cry. I just suddenly felt heart pain and it will be fine in a while!" Xianxian regretted using methods to make the girl cry! He hurriedly stretched out his big hand and wiped the hot tears from Feng Feiyang's face with his thumb, and hugged the person in his arms.

Declare him, the sovereignty of the Death Seven.

"Is it really okay? But I find that your pulse seems to be fast and messy?" Feng Feiyang asked with his head raised, and tears still dripping from the corners of his misty eyes.

This scene stimulated Sikong Jueying to the point of being crazy. He could not stay here anymore. He was afraid that he could not control his bursting emotions?

Either? Kill someone. Or? commit suicide.

Sikong Jueying's face turned gray and he covered his chest and said goodbye.

At this time, the guards who came to see the door were coming out. Seeing that his young master was walking out, he hurriedly stepped forward and bowed, "Young Master, is there a good-looking young master Chen coming to find the little miracle doctor?"

"Do you look good?" Sikong Jueying said to himself, thinking that he was hit by the black-bellied man's trick again? It seems that even God is helping him!

Sikong Jueying turned around and made great strides back to the yard with great stance. This scared Zi Yan. Young Master wouldn't have his brain broken, right? It was a storm and a storm. The sun shone brightly! Touching his nose, Zi Yan followed the young master's butt obediently back to the yard with his sword in his arms.

The annoying black-bellied man in the side hall is gone now! Sikong Jueying was secretly happy and hurriedly stepped forward to greet Feng Feiyang and said, "A Yang, is there a young man named Chen outside the door looking for you?"

"The surname of Chen? Could it be that Zi'an is here! Is there anything important to him?" Feng Feiyang was a little anxious. Could it be that something happened to Chen Zi'an? He said that and walked out.

"Don't worry, A Yang. Let's talk about it after using the meal." Sikong Jueying blocked Feng Feiyang who was about to run out, pointed to the porridge left in the bowl, turned his head to the guard behind him and said, "Go and invite Mr. Chen in, saying that the miracle doctor is waiting for him."

The guard bowed his fists and hurriedly invited the guests.

"Huh? Why don't you see that Seventh Master? His old illness is fine?" Sikong Jueying looked full of concern, and he could not tell at all the tit-for-tat confrontation just now, life-and-death!

Feng Feiyang finished his last sip of porridge and said calmly: "He had an internal injury, so I asked him to lie on the bed for three days." Humph! You can't lie to death. You will act in front of my sister one by one! Do you really think that my sister's IQ is for viewing?

Sikong Jueying chuckled, and his smile was like the green wind blowing on the willows. It gave people a feeling of comfort!

"It's good if the Seventh Master is not in trouble." Sikong Jueying secretly cheered Feng Feiyang in his heart, doing well! By the way, he was rewarded with half a pound of poison in his belly and let him lie in the bed for the rest of his life. This is the end of deceiving the miracle doctor.

After Feng Feiyang finished going to bed early, the two went to the main hall to wait for Chen Zi'an to arrive.

"Oh! Did Haotian have something to say just now?" Feng Feiyang drew a mouthful of flower tea and asked Sikong Jueying with a smile. Feng Feiyang, who has been a human being for two lifetimes, can't see through some things? Sikong Jueying came early, not as simple as being a follow-up visit?

"Yes, I really have something to discuss with A Yang." Sikong Jueying looked sincere and had no idea what to do.

"Oh! Let's talk about it?" Feng Feiyang looked indifferent. What did this young richest man in Qiguo ask for him to do? He couldn't just open a pharmacy and ask him to do a medical treatment, right? But she doesn't like being restricted!

Feng Feiyang never dreamed that Sikong Jueying would do what Sikong Jueying asked her to do?

Sikong Jueying stared at Feng Feiyang and slowly said warmly: "The four-leaf pendant, the craftsmen in our store think the design is novel! But in the imitation process, there is less spiritual energy, which is far from the shape and meaning of the original product?"

Feng Feiyang hurriedly opened the small box, took out the four-leaf clover pendant, and handed it to Di Sikong Jueying and said, "Is Haotian talking about this? This is a four-leaf clover pendant."

"So this pendant is called a four-leaf clover! It's so interesting." Sikong Jueying held the small pendant in his hand and watched it carefully and repeatedly.

"Of course, do these four blades represent different meanings?"

"Oh! I'd like to hear it carefully." Sikong Jueying looked at Feng Feiyang with great interest.

Feng Feiyang took a sip of tea and said softly: "This first leaf represents hope; the second leaf represents confidence; the third leaf represents love; and the extra fourth leaf represents luck. How about it? It's not bad!" Feng Feiyang was a little proud, and she remembered the flowers and languages ​​of these plants and plants the most clearly.

"It's so interesting! A Yang, can you provide some desirable decoration drawings? I'll give you three components of net profit? How about it?" Sikong Jueying was so excited! His beautiful eyes were staring at Feng Feiyang tightly. If you have new ideas, put these auspicious language on the decoration. He can guarantee that the jewelry shop of the Sikong family will be able to revive the dead!

"It's 30% of the net profit!" Feng Feiyang stood on his chin and pondered. Sikong's shops were all over Daqi, and each picture had a net profit of 30%. I'm afraid I can make a lot of money in one month!

"A Yang, do you think it's too little?" Sikong Jueying became anxious and stood up from his seat.

"I don't mind that there is no matter how little it is." Feng Feiyang waved his hand quickly. This man was really impatient.

"Then you still?"

"I'm not thinking about how many drawings I have to give you every month, is that the only way is appropriate?" Feng Feiyang quickly explained, this is a matter of a pie falling from the sky!

"At least ten pictures per month, as long as they are adornments," Sikong Jueying made the final decision, and his voice was so loud that even the Death Seven lying on the bed could be heard clearly.

Death Seven regretted it so much that he shot himself in the foot. If he had known it, he would not have pretended to be an old disease and relapsed!

The two quickly drafted a contract, and each signed the signature and stamped it at the yamen. Sikong Jueying was so happy that she was full of joy, and her previous unhappiness was wiped out.

At this moment, the sound of rapid footsteps sounded outside the door.

I saw a handsome man in a sky-blue robe walking quickly. Feng Feiyang hurriedly greeted him and asked in a low voice: "Zi'an, where are you from? But are you in trouble?"

Chen Zian, who had no time to breathe, pulled Feng Feiyang and said, "A Yang, go quickly, what happened to your wife?"

"What? My mother..." Feng Feiyang suddenly remembered... His heart sank to the bottom of the valley.
Chapter completed!