Nine Lord Palm Heart Little Sweet Wife

It can't be called a strange old man's voice, but it always reveals a little lack of breath.

Mu Qianqian looked back at Fang Bing, and she waved at herself.

It's all here, Mu Qianqian takes a deep breath, let's be at ease if you come, anyway, the contract is not my strong point, just do your best.

He didn't ask Fang Bing what the contract had to do with it, and Fang Bing himself didn't know what he said, but it was about Jun Jiuyan, and Mu Qianqian was willing to believe and invest in it.

The main hall of the courtyard has very simple furnishings, a table, four small chairs, and on the table, there is a very old-fashioned teapot and three teacups.

With just one glance, Mu Qianqian saw it clearly.

"This time, why aren't those people in suits and leather shoes here?" The old man quietly appeared behind him.

Mu Qianqian turned her head in surprise, and met a pair of clear eyes and a face full of white hair.

"Hello." Barely trying to stabilize her mind, Mu Qianqian still remembered to say hello first.

"What's the matter?" the old man glared at Mu Qianqian, "You are a polite little girl, unlike those who wear suits and ties, who look well-behaved, but in fact, I am so flustered that I wish the old man would sign immediately."

"Uh," Mu Qianqian looked around, and realized that she didn't even know what pose she was posing, "Well, you, what's your name?"

"The little girl asked for my name first." The old man sat down directly, "You sit down first, let you talk about the contract, why didn't I even give you a paper version of the information, don't you know it in advance, don't It's like Jun's style."

"That," Mu Qianqian scratched her head, "I, can I tell the truth?"

"Say it, sit down and talk."

"I," Mu Qianqian knew that he couldn't sit too far away from the master, so he sat next to the old man, "The main purpose of my coming today is not to negotiate a contract with you."

"Oh?" The old man said one word.

"I," Mu Qianqian bit her lower lip, thinking that she had an occupational disease, "Did you not sleep well recently, or eat poorly?"

"Hey," the old man laughed, "little girl, do you know some medical skills?"

"I study Chinese medicine." Mu Qianqian hesitated and stretched out her hand, "Can you feel your pulse for me?"

"Are you aggressive?" the old man looked at Mu Qianqian, "I'm going to see a doctor, fool me, and then sign."

"No," Mu Qianqian shook her head, "I am indeed a medical student. If you don't believe me, you can go to the hospital to find me in the future."

"No," the old man waved his hand, "No place like a hospital."

"Then is it convenient for me to show you?"

"Okay." The old man stretched out his hand, only the bones and bones were left, and the muscles and bones could be seen clearly, "Just look at it, by the way, little girl, what do you say is your name?"

"Mu Qianqian."

"Mu's family," the old man was probably recalling, tapping the table rhythmically with his free hand, "Mu's family, Mu's family...Mu..."

The old man's pupils flickered in shock, "Who are you, Mu Qingshan?"

"It's my dad." Mu Qianqian focused on her pulse and didn't see the old man's expression.

"Your father," the old man nodded, "your mother is..."

"I," Mu Qianqian withdrew her hand, "Your stomach has been a little bloated recently, you should pay attention to what you eat, and don't be greedy."

"Who is your mother?" The old man was still persistent.

"My mother," Mu Qianqian frowned, "I..."

"Okay," the old man raised his hand to interrupt, "it's definitely not this mother, little girl, do you know what my last name is?"

"What's your last name?"

"Gao," the old man looked at Mu Qianqian, "My name is Kaohsiung."

"?" Mu Qianqian.

"You probably don't know, because you weren't there at that time," the old man sighed, "but you have to remember, my surname is Gao, and you can just call me grandpa from now on."

"It should be called Grandpa," Mu Qianqian nodded, "After all, your age and seniority are all there, so Grandpa Gao, is it convenient for you to cook traditional Chinese medicine?"

"Traditional Chinese medicine," Kaohsiung said with a slanted face, "don't take it."

"That's not good," Mu Qianqian pursed her lips, "Your body is very good, if you continue to ignore it, it will not be very good."

"Then tell me, little girl," Gao Xiong narrowed his eyes, "how about it?"

"Let me prescribe some medicine for you," Mu Qianqian thought for a while, "I'll bring it to you later, it's all cooked in the pharmacy, just two packs a day, drink for a week and then I'll deliver it to you."

"You want to take care of me?" Kaohsiung's face was covered with wrinkles, and his white hair covered his forehead. He looked lifeless, but his eyes were fixed on Mu Qianqian.

"I'll fix it for you, as long as you cooperate with me."

"Yes." Gao Xiong nodded, "As long as you visit me from time to time, little girl, I will cooperate with you."

"." Mu Qianqian, for some reason, always felt that there was something in the old man's words, and after asking about his situation just now, his attitude changed a lot.

"Grandpa Gao, do you know my dad?"

"Tch," Kaohsiung said disdainfully, "I know your father turned into ashes, and I don't like to mention him."

"Then you..." Mu Qianqian hesitated, as if it was not good for her to ask people directly, but she felt uncomfortable without asking herself.

"I still know your mother, but these are not suitable for you now." Gao Xiong waved his hand, "You said that my stomach is bloated recently? I don't feel bloated."

Mu Qianqian's attention was successfully diverted, and she explained, "If you wait until you feel it obvious, it may not be what it is now."

"Oh, oh, oh," Kaohsiung nodded, "Well, then you can adjust it as you say, what about your contract, little girl?"

"Ah?" Mu Qianqian was taken aback, "I really didn't bring a contract."

"It's okay," he waved his big hand, "Grandpa has it here, just wait."

"Don't," Mu Qianqian stopped, "Grandpa Gao, don't worry, I really don't know about the contract, and a professional person is needed to sign the contract."

"Are you unprofessional?"

"I'm not professional." Mu Qianqian was very honest.

"I think you are very professional!" Kaohsiung patted the top of Mu Qianqian's head, "Wait a minute, grandpa will find you a contract, just a matter of signing, and you don't need to trouble others in the future. If you have any problems, grandpa will come to you."

"?" Mu Qianqian suddenly felt that she had fallen into a big pit. If there is a problem, she can find herself. It doesn't feel right.

"Grandpa, why don't you be in a hurry," Mu Qianqian pursed her lips, "Don't be in a hurry to sign the contract tomorrow, I will come over to deliver your medicine tomorrow."

"No, just today!" Kaohsiung was also stubborn, so he got up and left the hall.

Mu Qianqian lowered her head and pointed at her fingers, what is this called?

Mu Qianqian was a little flustered, but she didn't show anything on her face, and even smiled slightly when he was offered the contract.