Black-bellied doctor, addicted to love

"I bought this outside. Is it called Orchid? The name is so nice!" Xiaoping looked at the pot of orchid in her arms with a happy face, "I like it, I want to put it next to my bed, and open it every day. It’s great to be able to see it when you open it!” Xiao Ping was so happy for her clever suggestion.

Song Deyin smiled and shook his head, "That's not okay, Xiaoping, orchids like to be wet, and they need to be watered frequently, so your bed will swell!"

"Ah, how could this be?" Xiaoping's face instantly turned bitter.

"It's okay, you can put it in the corner of the room, but in the place facing the sun, orchids are lazy, don't like to bask in the sun and like to drink water every day, if they are full, they will bloom very beautiful flowers!"

"Really?" Xiaoping's eyes lit up.

Song Deyin nodded affirmatively.

"That's great, thank you, Miss!" Xiaoping cheered up, and ran away regardless. Needless to say, she went to fiddle with the novelty she got—the orchid.

Song Deyin was very puzzled in her heart. It's okay for others not to know about orchids, but because her mother loves orchids, she also dabbled a little. At a glance, she knew that this orchid was a precious cold orchid among flowers. It grew very well and was full of vitality. Vigorous, it is impossible to have such an effect without some careful care.

Growing orchids is different from other flowers. This orchid takes a lot of time and energy. As the saying goes, "It takes three years to grow orchids, and it takes three years to water." Come on girl, no one will believe me if I say it, the orchid seller is afraid that there is something wrong, maybe he wants to use a pot of orchids to send me a message?
Song Deyin thought about it, and it was difficult to draw a conclusion for a while, so he planned to talk to Xiaoping again after dinner.

After she made up her mind, she continued to walk towards the dining room, and reached her destination smoothly all the way, but she didn't see the figure of the old man. She probably knew that she was being ignored on purpose, and she was not in a hurry. To pass the time, I just looked at the idle books on the sofa.

After a while, I heard an old man and a young man strolling in happily.

The old man took a look outside the hall and saw that the hall was empty and there was no one there. His old face immediately became elongated. When he came in, he saw a shapeless person lying on the sofa. Who was it but Song Deyin?

At present, the old man's old face is extremely ugly. Those who are familiar with him know that he is a person who is very particular about face, and he is most proud of his own prominent background and aloofness in his life. Minutes made him want to wield a big knife.

When he thought about it, the old man was almost wielding a big knife. He took a few steps quickly, grabbed the crutch in his hand, and swung it at Song Deyin who was on the sofa.

"I beat you to death as an unfilial grandson, I beat you to death as an unfilial grandson, I don't understand any rules! Do you still know what the face of the Song family is?"

Song Deyin was fascinated by watching it for a while, but he didn't expect the old man to rush over and hit her with a stick. She was in severe pain, and immediately stood up again, jumping far away. Seeing that she was still hiding, the old man became even more angry, and stepped forward a few times Every step is a mess.

Naturally, Song Deyin would not stand stubbornly where he was before, letting him torment him.

She stepped back a few steps, her face was cold, "Grandpa, can you say a word before you want to kill me?"

"You still say?" The old man was so angry that his veins showed, "What did you look like just now, ah! Do you want to disgrace my Song family? You want to disgrace my Song family and stomp on the ground!"

Song Deyin sneered, and he kept saying that the Song family, the Song family, and everyone in S City knew that the Song family had long since failed, so you are still dreaming of your yellow beam dream, thinking that you are still the only one who respects me and enjoys the flattery and worship of the world Respect people?

What a pathetic and hateful old man!

"Grandpa, I was just leaning on the sofa for a while. You don't have to be so angry. If you don't like it, I just don't do it in front of you from now on! You don't have to hit me or something, and you don't have to let outsiders see the joke." Song Deyin bit the word "outsider" with extra emphasis, and everyone knew the deep meaning in Song Deyin's mouth.

Mu Mu Wanqing, who was watching the excitement and was happy, heard it, hated it in her heart, immediately became popular, and persuaded in a low voice: "Elder sister, it's because of you, so please stop saying a few words! Apologize to grandpa!" "

"unnecessary!"

"Okay!"

Two voices sounded at the same time, the old man was stunned after finishing the first sentence, and Song Deyin was smiling after finishing the second sentence.

In the past, Song Deyin would have scolded Mu Wanqing, then turned and left like a victorious general with his head held high. The wind direction is indeed different today, the old man was so angry that he yelled, and she laughed Calm and composed, as if he was a bystander, with a calm and breezy appearance.

This appearance made Mu Wanqing vigilant, and she looked at Song Deyin with dark eyes.

Song Deyin looked at him frankly, smiled and bowed to the old man respectfully and apologized, "I'm really sorry, old man, I can make you lose your temper just by sitting, I will pay attention next time, don't be angry anywhere If you are so angry, your granddaughter Qingqing will die in a hurry. Okay, I have finished apologizing, can I have dinner? I am hungry." Song Deyin spread his hands, pretending to be innocent.

The old man's eyes widened, and he wanted to get angry for a while, but there was nowhere to get angry. This girl changed too fast, and he didn't play cards according to the routine, so he couldn't react for a while.

There are two grandparents, like enemies across the river, one is responsible for staring, the other is responsible for pretending to watch the scenery leisurely, and the third person wants to watch the show and join the battlefield. The scene is really not too good.

After a long time, Zhou's mother outside the door finally got a headache and said, "Master, the food is ready, can it be served?"

old man...

"Hmph," he handed the crutch to Mu Wanqing who was next to him. He didn't want to see Song Deyin very much, so he casually said to Zhou Ma, "Bring it up."

Mother Zhou responded, turned around and went into the kitchen. Mu Wanqing put the crutches on the side and slandered in her heart. It's fine that the old man likes to order her to play in private, but Nima dared to do it in front of so many servants. Order me?Whether it was intentional or not, this succeeded in intensifying Mu Wanqing's secret hatred for Mr. Song.

The servants brought up the dishes plate by plate. As I mentioned earlier, Mr. Song is an old stubborn who clings to the old yellow beam dream and refuses to wake up. It has been like this for many years. Except for him himself believing in this illusion, everyone has gone from contempt to numbness. Oh, and now Mu Wanqing is added. She looks at a large table of delicious food that can rival a full banquet of Chinese people. The son almost stared out, and secretly sighed in his heart that the local tyrants of the Song family would all belong to his mother one day!

Song Deyin, like all the servants of the Song family, has been numb since seeing the stomach pain. The man in charge must make such a toss, what else can he do?Who can beat him?

Just put her head down and finished eating, Song Deyin sighed, anyway, he earned the huge property of the Song family by himself, and it is reasonable for him to lose it in the future, and she doesn't care about those, so she is just stupid Mu Wanqing, who got stuck in Qian's eye, would feel very itchy.

Song Deyin smiled at Mu Wanqing, who had bright eyes on the other side. There was a weirdness in that smile, which made Mu Wanqing shiver. She turned slightly and rolled her eyes at Song Deyin from an angle that the master couldn't see.

It looked very much like SpongeBob SquarePants in the cartoon, ah, rolled his eyes, poof, scared Song Deyin who was drinking soup, choking.The old man gave her a dissatisfied look, but he strictly abided by the old saying "Don't talk when you eat, don't talk when you sleep", and didn't say anything to reprimand her.

Poor Song Deyin, her face was flushed from a frightened cough, and it was Zhou's mother who couldn't stand it and brought her a big glass of warm water to calm down.

Song Deyin tried her best to hold back her laughter, buried her head and continued to eat obediently. Although she sometimes deviated from the norm, she was deeply rooted in the way of being a lady. Every movement she ate was elegant and beautiful, and no one could find any faults.

Of course, the choking just now does not count.

The old man looked satisfied, of course, if the stare just now didn't count.

Not mentioning the scene where the father and grandson were secretly competing, Mu Wanqing, who was watching, was not happy. Once she was not happy, she would start to do it.

"Grandpa," Mu Wanqing pushed the empty rice bowl in front of the old man, with a puzzled look on her face: "Grandpa, why are you preparing so many dishes? Qingqing doesn't even know which one to choose! Really, even if it's a welcome You don’t need so many of them when you come back!” In the end, she still pretended to be a white lotus who fell into a difficult choice and was so painful and entangled.

Song Deyin froze when he heard the words, Emma, ​​sister Wanqing, I really misunderstood this time, the old man did it with such a big fanfare, it was not for you at all, people have been red and purple for many years, okay?But it's not easy for you to be passionate about yourself, haha.

The master is very helpful to Mu Wanqing's aggrieved and weak face, but it's the use of it, this man's problem of principle cannot be changed.

He moved his lips, and said earnestly, "Qingqing, this is the regulation of our Song family, and it cannot be easily changed from the day it is established, do you understand? Our Song family is a big family, how can those small families outside compare? Be good, don't talk, eat quickly, and then play a few games of chess with grandpa." After speaking, he kindly added a piece of fish head and poured it into Mu Wanqing's bowl.

Mu Wanqing...

She doesn't eat fish heads.

It's not my business?Song Deyin lowered her head, and carefully and attentively ate the food in her bowl. Her appearance was as quiet and elegant as it could be. No one knew that she was overjoyed at this moment.

A meal ended perfectly in such a quiet and weird atmosphere. After Song Deyin rinsed his mouth, he continued to exit the dining room under the old man's stares and ignorance. As soon as he walked outside, he felt that he had regained his new life. Much fresher.