Chapter 351

After a while, the newly boiled tea was brought up. Mr. Du reached out and drank it very gracefully, and then began to comment: "the flower dew of peony and peony were put together. It's really confused!"

Song Rong smiled and said, "dugongzi, why are you wandering in this house?"

Song Rong wanted to talk about stealing food and living, but when she said it, she changed a word.

Dugongzi smiled. With his smile, Song Rong felt that his eyes were brighter and brighter. Song Rong always felt that this person's eyes and face were extremely incompatible.

Mr. Du looked at Song Rong and said, "come on, how much money do you want to sell this house?"

Song Rong smiled: "I didn't say I would sell the house."

"For you, this house is just a comfortable place to live, but this is my former residence. I just haven't come back for several years. The old slave who stayed to see the house found the deed and sold the house. Now I just want to take back the house." Mr. Du said solemnly.

"Then you inquired and thought we didn't look like people who wanted to sell houses, so you played a haunted play?" Song Rong said.

Childe Du reached out and touched his nose. He said unnaturally, "I just looked at the room and stayed for a few days. I didn't expect your little servant girl to be so frightened."

If Song Rong didn't continue to expose Mr. Du, would Qingshan and Qinghu have such a strange disease if they just borrowed? It's obviously intentional!

"So you are the original owner of this Rongyuan." Song Rong deliberately stressed the words of the original owner, even if what he said is true? Isn't that what it used to be?

Who let him not keep the deed and let the slave sell the house?

"I sympathize with you, but I can't just sell you this house." Song Rong's tone was clear and didn't mean to step back.

The two men have been grinding their skin here for a while. Now they hear song Rong say so seriously that he doesn't sell the house. Duke can't sit still: "you little girl, what are you doing if you don't sell the house?"

"Well, if you like the house, you can live there. You can take whatever you want from the house. The servants in the house also regard you as the master. We don't talk about tacky business, we have the right to make friends." Song Rong said with a smile.

Mr. Du pondered for a while and suddenly said, "it's good. I don't need the whole house. I just need the bamboo house in the bamboo forest. I don't want anyone to bother me except the servant girls who send food and clean every day."

Yunxia over there looked at Mr. Du coming into the house like this. She was very puzzled, but she temporarily suppressed the problems in her heart. The young lady would do so. Naturally, there is a reason for the young lady.

It's just that Mr. Du has a thick skin. He has been eating and drinking for free for so many days and pretending to frighten people. Now he still has the cheek to live!

Seeing that childe Du was left behind, Song Rong looked at Chu Yunqing and said, "Yunqing, let's live in Rongyuan these days. Childe Du and I are very congenial. We can be close when we live together."

I don't know if Chu Yunqing saw Song Rong's intention, but Chu Yunqing didn't stop Song Rong from doing so, but nodded and said, "listen to you."

Mr. Du has lived here.

Song Rong wandered to the wooden house where Du childe lived from time to time. Du childe hated Song Rong very much at first, but later, he got used to it.

On this day, Song Rong politely put a handful of newly opened plum blossoms in Duke Du's house, and put some snacks in person.

Mr. Du finally couldn't help it: "Miss Song, just tell me what's wrong with you. You can't be so attentive."

Song Rong smiled and felt a little embarrassed for her excessive hospitality.

"Mr. Du... Since you have asked, I won't hide it." Song Rong suddenly stood still and looked at Mr. Du seriously.

Then Song Rong gave Duke a gift and said solemnly, "I want to ask Duke to diagnose a person."

Duke Du said, "Miss Song, I'm afraid you're looking for the wrong person. Where can I see a doctor?"

"Mr. Du, I know you have a means, so I beg you. After you've done it, this house can be given to you." Song Rong stared at Mr. Du, with some water mist in her eyes.

Song Rong learned this move from Qian Jinbao. She thought that Duke would be a little softhearted if he didn't have such a cold heart and cold heart?

Mr. Du looked at Song Rong and said, "Miss Song, I see that Mr. Chu is also very good at medicine. If you have any patients, go to Mr. Chu for treatment."

Song Rong said, "he is the one I want to treat."

"Excuse me, there's nothing I can do." Mr. Du said faintly, with theout any softhearted meaning.

Song Rong looked at Mr. Du dejectedly. She opened her mouth and said, "don't you say that you heal your parents? You can't..."

Dugongzi waved to interrupt Song Rong's words and said to Song Rong, "who told you I was a doctor."

"It is said that the miracle doctor Miaoxin is not only good at medicine, but also kind-hearted. I never thought he should be such a cold-hearted person." Song Rong was already angry at this time.

Childe Du looked at Song Rong strangely and said, "when did I say I was the old man of Miao Xin?"

Song Rong looked at Mr. Du in surprise when she heard the speech. She said in amazement, "that's you..."

Song Rong would say such words. In fact, he wanted to test whether Duke Du was the person he was looking for. Unexpectedly, Duke Du's words were full of disdain for Miao Xin.

If you say Miao Xin like this, nine times out of ten, Duke Du is not Miao Xin, but Duke Du should know Miao Xin.

People who can know wonderful hearts are naturally not ordinary people.

Chu Yunqing examines the pulse of Qingshan and Qinghu. The conclusion is that the two people were poisoned by drugs and then saved. Moreover, Chu Yunqing himself admits that his medical skills may not reach such a level.

Mr. Du smiled and said, "if you want to find the old man Miaoxin, find it on my head, it's really the wrong person..."

Dugongzi looked at Song Rong sympathetically and continued: "everyone calls me poison childe..."