Wangfu little dumb wife

Chapter 125 You have to do something for me

Hearing what Song Wei said, Wen Wan was taken aback for a moment.

Back then when she woke up with a high fever and her throat was broken, her father's hair almost turned white. Her father tried to raise money to hire a doctor for her, but all the doctors said that she was small and her fever was too intense, so there was basically no possibility of healing. up.

Father Wen didn't want her to suffer such a crime, so he invited a few more doctors, but the answers were all the same. In the end, he was forced to give up.

For so many years, Wen Wan has gotten used to not being able to speak, and never thought that one day someone would talk to her about treating her throat again.

But looking at Xianggong's serious look, Wen Wan felt sweet in her heart.

Seeing the gentle reaction, Song Wei knew that his wife must think that he was trying to make her happy.

Smiling, Song Wei said, "If you can't speak, I'll take it as your default."

Wen Wan reacted, and kept shaking her head, "If you don't invite me, please don't invite me. I have invited so many doctors back then, but they couldn't cure her. If I invite you now, it will only be a waste of money."

Song Wei held her cool little hand and covered it with his palm, his voice softened a bit, "It's not an ordinary doctor, I'll hire you a miracle doctor."

Looking at him gently, genius doctor?Xianggong is not familiar with the place where he lived in the capital, where can he ask for a miracle doctor?

"Little sister-in-law, the dumplings are all wrapped, when are you going to cook them?"

Song Fang's voice outside the door interrupted Song Wei's next words, he let go of his gentleness, got up and walked out.

Song Fang knew that her third brother must be in the kitchen, so she didn't dare to come in and disturb her just now. She was afraid of seeing something she shouldn't see. Seeing Song Wei coming out, she hummed, "What can the third brother say before closing the door at night?" ? I've been busy all day, tired and hungry, and you don't know how to feel sorry for your own sister."

Wen Wan came out with the kettle in her hand, and just happened to hear this sentence, her face flushed with embarrassment.

Song Wei ignored Song Fang, took the kettle from Wen Wan, and said softly, "Give it to me, I will make the tea myself."

Wen Wan let go, without daring to look at Song Fang, she turned around and went back to the kitchen to continue boiling water to prepare dumplings.

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Song Wei got up very early the next day, and when he arrived at the Guozijian, he didn't go in, but stood outside the archway.

Xu Shu came out from nowhere, and patted him on the shoulder from behind, raising his eyebrows, "Song Wei, are you waiting for me?"

Song Wei was indeed here to wait for Xu Shu, but he didn't admit it verbally, and asked him directly: "You said yesterday, what do you want me to do for you?"

Xu Shu's eyes widened, staring at Song Wei as if he had seen a ghost.

no?I haven't seen you all night, have you figured it out?Or show your true nature?

Xu Shu scratched his head, frowning uglyly, expressing that it was a bit difficult to accept the fact that Song Wei's character had collapsed.

Song Wei didn't say any more, just looked at him with very calm eyes, so quiet that Xu Shu's heart shuddered.

Fearing that this dead Qing Gao would regret it later, he hurriedly said: "You help me write an article, and the price is whatever you want."

He was waiting outside the gate of the Guozijian yesterday to arrest people, thinking that these new Gong students are top-notch students in the local area, and writing an article will not be a problem. Besides, most of the Gong students are from poor families. I never thought that I would run into such a noble person as Song Wei, and I was so embarrassed after eating, but I was so aggrieved to death!
"What article?" Song Wei asked.

"Anyway, it's not for the old guys in the Imperial College, it's for my father, the general who is about to go home. You can figure it out yourself. Oh, by the way, I'm a first-year student, so don't write too profoundly Ah! My father's education level is not high, and I am not as good as my father. If you write so that he can't understand it, he will definitely guess that I am asking for help."

"Just one article?" Song Wei asked again.

Seeing the expression on his face, Xu Shu knew that there was still room for negotiation, and said with a smirk, "It would be great if I could write two or three articles for me every month from now on."

Song Wei thought for a moment and said, "I can help you write the first article, but I won't help you with the rest, but I can make up lessons for you. The premise is that you have to do something for me."

(End of this chapter)