2003. Chapter 2003 Hard-Working Fiancee VS Miss Big Family (38)

Qi Chengxuan left the small yard with a satisfied smile.

And Gu Shengyin, who stayed in the yard, after being stunned for a while, finally couldn't help caressing the corner of his mouth, showing a smile.

Neither of them told anyone else about the agreement between the two.

It's just that in the eyes of outsiders, His Royal Highness Prince Ping seems to be in a good mood recently, and the smiles on his face are much more than before.

Lao Ping Wang knew something, he went to his son's yard specially.

"Chengxuan, but the poison in your body..." He looked a little excited.

A few days ago, my son told him that he had found a powerful doctor who was treating him.

Now that his son looks like this, he naturally can't help thinking about the best.

Qi Chengxuan couldn't help feeling sour when he saw his father's expression more excited than himself.

He naturally knew that over the years, for the sake of his own body, how much the father secretly fucked up.

He quickly got up and asked Lao Ping Wang to sit down and said, "Don't worry too much, my son originally planned to wait until he was cured and then tell you. The genius doctor said that she is at least 90% sure that she can cure the poison in my body. "

These words were said by Qi Chengxuan himself.

According to taking care of Sheng Yin, it is not difficult to cure Qi Chengxuan's fever.

But Qi Chengxuan had suffered from the heat and poison, and the plane left a little leeway for her when she spoke.

But this was enough to make Lao Ping Wang ecstatic.

Ninety percent sure!

Dare to say such a thing, at least it shows that the genius doctor is quite confident in the face of the poison in his son's body.

After so many years of waiting, he finally saw a glimmer of hope.

He couldn't help holding his son's hand tightly: "Just be sure, just be sure!"

...

At the same time, the Marquis of Mingyi.

"Crack!" A brand new tea set was swept to the ground.

"That bitch Sun Jingjing, how dare you write a poem and mock me on the spot!" The young girl wearing a long silver-red dress in the ornately decorated room cursed with a livid expression.

There are several close-fitting maids kneeling outside her door. At this time, no one dares to touch this eldest lady's brow?

"Madam." Several maids looked at the middle-aged woman who heard the movement and hurriedly saluted.

The woman didn't even look at them halfway, and let the woman behind her push open the door.

Chen Mingzhu, who was in a fit of anger, saw her mother standing at the door blankly staring at her, and lowered her head in fear.

Mrs. Mingyihou said in a low voice: "What the eldest miss dropped today will be deducted from her monthly bill for the next month."

When she met her daughter's unbelievable gaze, she didn't even lift her eyelids: "Chen Mingzhu, I worked so hard to spend so much time on you, not to raise a shrew."

She had the room tidied up and called Chen Mingzhu directly into her yard.

"Tell me, what exactly happened today?" Mrs. Ming Yihou opened the tea cup at hand, instead of holding it up, she gently lifted the tea lid with her well-maintained plain white fingers and brushed off the tea foam.

Chen Mingzhu's house has always been arrogant and domineering, but she is most afraid of her mother who seems to be gentle and gentle.

She lowered her head and slowly said what happened today in its entirety.

It turned out that the girl from the Minister of Rites held a flower banquet, and all the noble ladies in the capital received the invitation.