Godly Farmer Doctor: Arrogant Husband, Can’t Afford to Offend!

She stood so stupid, the son stood in front of her and ate it until she finished eating and asked: "Is this really what she did?"

Xiaoqing nodded: "Yes."

"Not bad, but unfortunately too little, not enough." Song Lang threw the plate back to Xiaoqing.

Xiaoqingdao: "The slaves saw that she did a lot, maybe there is still." After she finished, she regretted it. She really wanted to bite her tongue. Why should she tell him this? What should he do if he wants to go in? Lonely man and woman. . .

Sure enough, Song Lang’s eyes lit up and turned and went to the house.

Xiaoqing said: "The son, you are afraid to go in now!"

Xiaoqing’s voice was very clear, and because of the urgency, the volume was slightly elevated, and the people in the room immediately heard it.

Bai Hao rolled the last dough and sent it to Hu Feng’s hand. "Go ahead, dawn, you will come again."

Although the sky outside has turned over the fish belly, it is still not bright, it is winter, this will be a good time to sleep.

Hu Feng nodded, took the noodle rolls in the hands of Bai Yu, strode to the window and swept out.

At this time, Song Lang knocked at the door: "Can I come in?"

The white scorpion brought the tea that Hu Feng had just drank to his own face. He glanced at the closed door and whispered: "I said no, you will not come in?"

Song Lang smiled and reached for the door.

The door was tied, and the inner strength was weakened, and the bolt was broken.

He strode forward and brought in a cold wind.

There was only a gauze lamp in the room, which was slightly dim.

Xiaoqing followed in and quickly lit the other two lights in the room, and the room suddenly brightened.

Song Lang came to her, glimpsed the plate on the table, and immediately added a footstep. When I approached, I realized that the two plates were empty, and only one of them had some broken vegetables. . .

"Are you finished?" Song Lang was full of disappointment.

White nodded: "When finished, how?"

Song Lang coughed twice, and some were embarrassed: "I ate you to Xiaoqing, it tastes really good, I still think about you if there is still, I will eat two more."

White sip the tea, put the samovar down, cool and said: "No."

Xiaoqing saw the appearance of the son, and he couldn’t bear it in his heart. He was busy saying: "The son, the slave is not difficult to do with this paper. Is it better to let the slaves do it for you?"

Song Lang nodded: "Alright, you can do it. I will say a few words to the white girl, and I will send it directly here."

After Xiaoqing retired, he sat down at the table. Just sitting down, I smelled a smell that should not belong to this room.

They are doctors, especially doctors who know how to refine their medicines. Their noses are particularly sensitive and their taste is beyond ordinary people.

This is clearly the taste of Jin Wang. He smelled it yesterday. It turned out that he had been there. It is no wonder that he was eaten up.

The smile on Song Lang’s face was a little cold, and he turned to the window and shouted: “Come on!”

When the voice just fell, there was a tall man who came over and didn’t know where it came from. It should be his dark guard.

"The master told me!"

Song Lang pointed to the window: "I will immediately seal the window."

Bai Yan looked up at him, this guy, was it discovered?

Song Lang smiled and said: "The air is cold, and the window will be warmer."

She is almost certain that this guy must have found out.

"Can the medicine be matched?" she asked.

Song Lang nodded: "With it, when Jin Wang sent someone, he can test it immediately."