doctor girl

Chapter 523 This is a prodigal!

Next, Concubine Hong was very happy when she learned about this incident from her son. Because of this incident, Concubine Hong did not hold any prejudice against Zhang Ting, her daughter-in-law. This daughter-in-law doesn't like it very much.

Zhang Ting, who was in the wine cellar at this time, naturally didn't know Hong Wangfei's idea.

In the wine cellar.Zhang Ting is sorting out her five thousand catties of fruit wine in the wine cellar there.

After six months of fermentation, this batch of fruit wine is, in Zhang Ting's opinion, the best batch she has made.

Ruoda's wine cellar is full of fruit wine aroma.

Zhang Ting walked inside for half an hour, and when he came out, his cheeks on both sides were flushed.It's like being drunk.

Standing at the door of the wine cellar, Zhang Ting touched his face with both hands, and exhaled lightly.

If she hadn't come out of this wine cellar just now, she would probably faint here.

It's hard not to be so dizzy.Facing him, Zhang Ting heard Qing Xia running towards her anxiously.

"Miss Zhang Ting, go out and have a look, it's about to start a fight outside." Qing Xia found Zhang Ting at the wine cellar, and it was as if she had seen a life-saving straw.

Zhang Ting looked at Qing Xia who was running and panting, patted her on the back, looked at her and said, "Qing Xia, don't worry, speak slowly if you have anything to say."

Qing Xia took a few breaths, but her voice was still a little breathless, "Miss Zhang Ting, outside, there is going to be a fight outside, hurry up, go over and have a look, Mr. Hao asked me to tell you to go out to fight the fire quickly .”

From these short words of Qing Xia.Zhang Ting couldn't understand what Qing Xia ran over to pass.

Look at Qing Xia who is still panting for a while.Zhang Ting stopped thinking about asking Qing Xia for clarification.

He turned around and ran out of the wine cellar.

As soon as Zhang Ting reached the front yard of Hao's house, and before he approached the hall, he could vaguely hear the sound of lively quarrels coming from inside.

When Zhang Ting heard the voice inside clearly.Zhang Ting's hurried pace was not as fast as before.

Walking forward slowly.There was still a faint smile on the corner of Zhang Ting's mouth.

In the hall, there was a fierce quarrel. "Stinky old man, I warn you, I confiscated your painting, and it belongs to me from now on."

"Why, this painting belongs to me, why you just confiscated it belongs to you, you old man He, you go back to your home, He Mansion, don't rob me here, I'm in my daughter's house You are not welcome." Mr. Jia's angry voice kept ringing in the hall.

"Old man He's voice is not to be outdone, "Smelly old man, I won't go back to Fucheng, I will stay here, what can you do to me. " After finishing speaking, Mr. He looked proudly at Mr. Jia.

Mr. Jia gritted his teeth angrily and jumped on his feet.

Clutching his own hair with both hands and spinning around the hall.

When Zhang Ting walked in, he saw Mr. Jia's frantic expression.

"Girl, you are finally here. You want to avenge your godfather. This old man He bullied your godfather and me." Mr. Jia had sharp eyes and was the first to see Zhang Ting who walked into the hall.

Zhang Ting, who was held by Mr. Jia, could not shake it off, so he had to let Mr. Jia hold his hand.

As soon as Old Man He saw Zhang Ting walking in.As soon as his eyes lit up, he immediately walked towards Zhang Ting.

"Xiao Ting, you are finally here. Where have you been? Why did it take so long to show up? Do you know that old man He has been waiting for you here for a long time?"

As soon as Mr. He said this, Mr. Jia's angry words drifted into Mr. He's ears.

"My family didn't invite you to our house, you can leave."

Mr. He gave Mr. Jia a hard look.I told myself in my heart, don't care about this stinky old man Jia.

Zhang Ting looked at the two old men, who were already a hundred years old together, and they were still playing tricks that only children would play.

The two of them were not ashamed, and she was ashamed of them.

"Mr. He, why are you here? You didn't notify me. If you had, I would have gone out to meet you." Zhang Ting told Mr. He with a smile.

Mr. He's face suddenly turned ugly.

He snorted hard at Zhang Ting, looked at Zhang Ting with a serious tone and said, "Xiao Ting, do you still have me, Uncle He, in your heart?"

Zhang Ting was startled.He raised his head and glanced at Hao Ren.Hao Ren showed a painting that Mr. He was holding with his eyes.

Zhang Ting's eyeballs immediately stared straight.Isn't the painting in Mr. He's hand the one she drew in the study when she was bored a few days ago, and because she felt that the painting was bad, she threw it into the trash can ah.

At this time, shouldn't this painting be thrown outside in a corner to bask in the wind and sun? How could it have appeared in the hands of Mr. He.

Zhang Ting pointed to Mr. He Zhu holding the painting in his hand, with a look of surprise on his face. "Mr. He, if I'm not mistaken, the painting you're holding in your hand seems to be a useless painting I drew. How did it appear in your hand?"

Mr. He lowered his head and glanced at the painting Zhang Ting was pointing at, with a look of fondness and treasure on his face.

"Girl, you still dare to say that this painting was drawn by you. Let me ask you, why did you only paint for this old man Jia and not for me? Do you know how many times I wrote to you, asking you to give I drew a picture, but you never replied to my letter, you really hurt me, an old man." Mr. Jia lowered his head pretending to be very sad.

Zhang Ting looked at Mr. He's action with a dumbfounding expression on his face.

Sure enough, what outsiders said was true, an old child is an old child.

When Mr. Jia saw that Mr. He was actually playing tricks on Xiao Ting, he immediately snorted hard at Mr. He with a face of disdain, and cursed in a low voice, "shameless, such an old man, he is still facing Xiao Ting." Fake pitiful, really shameless."

Mr. He heard Mr. Jia's insulting words.He raised his head and stared at Mr. Jia.

Mr. Jia wanted to stare back again, but Zhang Ting suddenly interrupted the fight between the two old men.

"Wait a minute, Mr. He, have you misunderstood something? I didn't draw this painting for my godfather. I want to throw away this painting. I don't know where my godfather picked it up from? "

Mr. Jia glared at Zhang Ting with an embarrassed expression on his face.

This goddaughter is really his good goddaughter, why doesn't things help him as a godfather, it's all about demolishing him as a godfather.

Mr. He opened the painting in his hand.The more I look at it, the more surprised I am.

"Girl, you are recklessly throwing away such a good thing, you, you actually threw it away, you, you are prodigal." Mr. He held the painting in his hand with distress.

(End of this chapter)