Chief Assistant's Fugitive Wife

Chapter 39
What did she owe Su Yuheng?
Every time he has something to do, she will rush to the forefront.

Things that offend people, hard work, she is the only one to do it?

"Husband is joking! How can I, a woman, understand what happened back then? Since it is an outside matter, it is entirely up to Husband to decide."

Tang Miaoyan gave him a super fake, superficial smile.

By the way, I went to get the teapot naturally.

With such a body protruding forward, it is natural to avoid his approaching and pulling.

Su Yuheng was afraid that she would get burned when she touched the teapot, so she quickly pulled her arm back.

Looking at it with burning eyes, he knew that someone wanted to give him his daughter, but he didn't take it seriously at all, and didn't want to take the opportunity to take revenge on Tang Miaoyan.

A pair of bewitching and arrogant black eyes narrowed fiercely.

This woman is really real now, she doesn't have him in her heart at all!

"Since Madam let me be the master, then may I ask County Magistrate Xue and Mrs. Xue, what kind of gift do you want?"

The voice of his words was cold, like a northwest wind blowing for three or nine days.

County magistrate Xue and Mrs. Xue didn't dare to approach him when he was angry no matter how optimistic he was.

So he quickly denied the need to thank the gift, casually said a few gossips, and the couple hurried back to Jinlin County with their servants.

"Mrs. Su."

Tang Miaoyan didn't even take a look at the black-faced Su Yuheng, she just walked into the courtyard with the finished teapot and teacups when she heard someone calling her from the west courtyard.

That deep voice was euphemistic and weeping, if it wasn't Yu Fusheng who sang, who else could it be?

She turned her head to look over, and saw Yu Fusheng in a sky-blue costume, standing tall and tall under the apricot tree of her family.

If it were another two months in the morning, when the fragrance of apricot blossoms fell, this scene would definitely be painted to perfection.

"Is something wrong?"

Tang Miaoyan was stunned for a few seconds and came back to her senses, and asked him inexplicably.

"I heard that you are good at medicine, I feel a little uncomfortable in my throat, can I ask you to take a look?"

As soon as he said a long sentence, Tang Miaoyan could hear it.

Visibly hoarse.

That's why he called her in a low voice just now.

As a doctor, she instinctively worried about him.

What's more, Yu Fusheng has been too modest before, and recently he has kept his own.

She has no reason to refuse.

"Wait for me, I'll put this in the kitchen."

She went into the kitchen to put down the teapot tray, and when she just walked out the door, she was blocked by a tall man standing in front of her.

If she followed her heart, Tang Miaoyan really didn't want to talk to him.

But in order to run away from him smoothly, in order not to make him suspicious, she decided to be patient and numb him.

"Is something wrong?"

"I'm hungry, let's cook."

He lowered his head and glanced at her, his black pupils were full of warning, and he raised his hand to point behind her.

"Yu Fusheng's throat is broken. I'll go and have a look. I'll be back soon. You go fill up the water, and I'll come back to wash the vegetables and cook."

She made a detour and arranged for him when he passed by.

"I told you to go back and cook, can't you hear me?"

He grabbed her by the shoulder, and his violent temper came up, pinching her shoulder blades to the point of shattering.

She frowned in pain and anger, turned her head to look at the man's black pupils filled with ice, and retorted:

"Then you didn't hear me say that I'm going to see Yu Fusheng?"

"Tang Miaoyan! You have hugged him time and time again, and I have forgiven you. After all, that was not your intention. Now you take the initiative to go to his room and share the same room with him alone. What is it? In your eyes, was there ever a husband like me?"

His black pupils were a little red, and he stared at her with his lips pursed in displeasure.

Now there happened to be only two people left, and he happened to have the excuse of Yu Fusheng.

Only then did he blurt out the question that was so suffocating that his lungs were about to explode.

"Medical ethics has no boundaries. In the eyes of doctors, there is no distinction between men and women. There are only differences between patients and healthy people. Let alone Yu Fusheng eats with his throat, even if he is just an ordinary person, I can't watch him with a swollen throat. Regardless. As for my husband..."

When she said this, she deliberately paused, and the moment she raised her hand to knock him down, she hummed coldly:

"In my eyes, you are no longer. I seem to have answered this question for you many times. If Mr. Su can't remember, I suggest you write it on a piece of paper and stick it in the center of your forehead. That way, if you forget, you can Take a look at the reminder in front of you."

After Tang Miaoyan finished speaking, she ignored him at all, and strode towards her door.

There was a loud sound behind him, the sound of porcelain being swept to the ground and shattered.

You don't need to look back to know that Su Yuheng must have been angry and swept the sugar jar on the window sill to the ground.

"Why is it so red and swollen?"

After checking Yu Fusheng's throat against the sun, Tang Miaoyan frowned slightly and asked in puzzlement.

Inside his beautiful white teeth, even the base of his pink tongue was a little red and swollen. As for the tonsils, there was no need to describe them, they were swollen like dough that had been squeezed together for two hours.

"Maybe you caught a cold last night?"

His voice was hoarse and lower than when he called her just now.

"No. It's like being allergic to something. Think about it for yourself. Is there anything taboo in your daily life? What you eat, drink, touch, or breathe may cause this kind of reaction. Allergic reaction."

Just as Yu Fusheng frowned in deep thought, Tang Miaoyan secretly exchanged a piece of loratadine and a piece of vitamin C from the mall.

Turn around and put it into the water glass he is drinking, pick up the small spoon on the side, stir it gently and wait for it to melt.

Allergies can be big or small.

Small ones may be fine after a night of sleep.

Larger ones may cause respiratory and visceral edema, which is life-threatening.

So the first time she exchanged items from the mall was to exchange for anti-allergic medicine for Yu Fusheng.

Tang Miaoyan herself thought it was funny.

Until he drank all the potion, he didn't think about what it might be.

So Tang Miaoyan told him not to touch things that he rarely touches recently, so she turned around and wanted to leave.

"Madam Su, with my throat, don't I need to drink medicine tomorrow?"

Yu Fusheng subconsciously glanced at the empty teacup that he was drinking just now.

Why is Tang Miaoyan's medicine poured into his water glass so easily?

But he hoped to get better as soon as possible, so he naturally asked when to take the next medicine.

Tang Miaoyan thought about it too, with her hands behind her back, she first exchanged two more pills, and when she reached out to him, she exchanged four more pills.

She put all six pills on the table, pointed to two pills and explained to him how to take them.

Yu Fusheng was taken aback:
"In the next three days? Don't you come for a follow-up visit?"

This question is really sharp.

Can she tell him that her escape plan is in these two days?

Of course not.

"I've had a lot of things lately, and I'm afraid I'll forget you. If you're still not feeling well, go to Master Miao Ji."

Monk Miaoji should be good at medicine, although Tang Miaoyan has no proof.

(End of this chapter)