doctor girl

Chapter 527 Are you a disciple?

The next day, as soon as everyone in the Hao family had breakfast, a horse was parked at the gate of the Hao family.

A man jumped down from the horse.Longer and taller means that the person is a little thinner and has a darker skin.

He Mingyong stood at the door of this house.It should be said that since he entered the village, his eyes have never moved away from these houses.

If he was not mistaken, these houses seemed to be lived by people from overseas.

How come there are also here.

If he didn't know that he was really back, He Mingyong would really think that he was still overseas and hadn't come back yet.

yard.Zhang Ting let Mr. He stay there to paint for him.

There was such a loud sound of horseshoes at the door, if Zhang Ting and Mr. He in the yard couldn't hear it, then their ears were really deaf.

"I'll paint for you, Mr. He, later. I'll go out first to see who's coming from my family?" Zhang Ting stopped his brush and looked up at Mr. He.

Mr. He glared outside, and scolded the person who came to Fang Hao's house suddenly outside several times.

When did that person not come, he chose to come when Xiao Ting was painting for him.Really.It's best not to let him know who it is, or he will have to run on that person.

At this time, He Mingyong, who was standing in front of Hao's house, suddenly sneezed loudly.

After playing.He Mingyong touched his nose.A man was talking to himself at the door. "It's strange, the weather is not cold now, how could I sneeze properly, could it be that someone is scolding me, it's impossible, I look so good-looking, and I speak so well, it's impossible for someone to scold me like that Nice guy."

While He Mingyong was talking to himself and boasting about himself, Zhang Ting also got Mr. He's reluctant approval and walked out of Hao's house.

one out.Zhang Ting immediately saw a man he didn't know standing at the door of his house.

After looking at this man, Zhang Ting was sure that he did not know this man.

Zhang Ting interrupted the man with his back turned to himself, who was talking to himself, "Well, who are you, did you come to the wrong place?"

He Mingyong, who had his back to Zhang Ting, heard the voice behind him.Immediately turned around and looked towards Zhang Ting.

He Mingyong looked at the woman in front of him.She is young and looks pretty good, but he feels that this woman is not simple.

Zhang Ting frowned, looking at the man in front of him with displeasure.

This man is too rude, to stare at him without saying a word, he is like a disciple.

Just when Zhang Ting was about to coax people away.

Suddenly, He Mingyong said, "Excuse me, girl Zhang Ting."

Zhang Ting frowned when he heard his words, and stared at the man in front of her with a strange light in his eyes.

This man can actually call out his name.That means that this man should be known to me.But why I have no impression of the real man in front of me.

"You are?" Zhang Ting raised his eyebrows again, staring at the man in front of him with an unfamiliar light and asked.

He Mingyong smiled, and introduced himself, "It's normal if you don't know me, after all, we haven't met each other yet, let me introduce myself first, my name is He Mingyong, and I'm staying at your home with Mr. He It's my dear father."

After Zhang Ting listened to his self-introduction.The strange light in his eyes disappeared.A smile appeared on his face.

"It turned out to be Uncle He. I heard Mr. He said, Uncle He, please come in. Mr. He is also inside. If he sees you coming, he will be very happy." Zhang Ting made a gesture of invitation .

He Mingyong, who was walking forward, stopped walking when he heard Zhang Ting's words.

In the yard, Mr. He, who was waiting left and right for Zhang Ting to come back, did not wait for Zhang Ting to come back, and was in a hurry spinning around in the yard.

Just when he decided whether he wanted to go out to find Zhang Ting.Suddenly, he saw Zhang Ting walking towards this side.

Before Mr. He could complain to Zhang Ting, Zhang Ting's voice was ahead of him and said, "Mr. He, quickly see who is here?"

Mr. He swallowed the words in his mouth, and when he heard Zhang Ting's words, he stretched his neck, passed Zhang Ting, and looked behind her.

Seeing the person behind Zhang Ting clearly, the interest on Mr. He's face immediately disappeared, replaced by a face like a dead fish, and he glared at the person behind Zhang Ting.

After being glared at by his own father, He Mingyong didn't dare to do anything.When he walked to Mr. He's side, He Mingyong shouted to Mr. He with a flattering expression, "Father, my son is here to see you."

Mr. He snorted forcefully, "I don't think you came to see me, you came to see the fruit wine from Xiaoting girl, right?"

When He Mingyong heard Mr. He's words, an embarrassing expression crossed his face.

He thought to himself, how could his father be like this, in front of the head of the family, he told the purpose of his coming here, how would he get along with the head of the house in the future.

Standing on the side, Zhang Ting watched the confrontation between father and son, and really wiped off their sweat.

"Well, Uncle He, you sit here for a while, and I'll greet Uncle He after I finish my work, okay?" Zhang Ting interrupted the embarrassing atmosphere between the father and son.

As soon as He Mingyong heard Zhang Ting's words, he immediately cast a grateful look towards Zhang Ting.

Zhang Ting smiled at him.

He walked over to the stone table and continued his unfinished painting.

Zhang Ting picked up the brush and continued to draw.

He Mingyong sat on the side for a while, and suddenly saw his father's expression staring at something very seriously out of the corner of his eye.

Out of curiosity, He Mingyong sneaked over and took a peek.

After this glance, He Mingyong immediately opened his eyes wide.

This time, it took Zhang Ting another half an hour to finish the painting.

"Okay, this painting has been drawn, Mr. He, are you satisfied with this painting?" Zhang Ting asked, shaking his sore arm, looking up at Mr. He beside him.

After Zhang Ting's pen draws a satisfactory name on this painting.

Mr. He never looked away from the painting.

Mr. He, whose hands were trembling, was so nervous that he didn't know whether to touch the painting or not.

After hesitating for a while, Mr. He finally put down his trembling hands, looked at Zhang Ting, and replied with a smile, "Satisfied, very satisfied."

Looking at Mr. He at Zhang Ting's side, he didn't expect to see the excited expression of his own son staring at the painting on the stone table.

Mr. He's heart skipped a beat.

He blocked his whole body from He Mingyong's eyes. "Boy, I warn you, this painting was given to your father and me by Xiaoting, so don't try to take it."

(End of this chapter)