The charming girl from the 70s seduces her rough husband until he vomits blood

Mingzhu frowned suspiciously: "Besides the medicine, there's nothing he can do with me. What other purpose could he have? You don't think...you think he's attracted to me."

Jiang Duo looked serious: "It's not impossible."

Mingzhu couldn't help but chuckle, raised her hand and patted his arm: "What are you thinking? If his mysophobia is true, then everyone except him, in his eyes, are virus carriers and full of How can he see a piece of virus in a dirt covered with bacteria?"

"But you are an exception to him," Zhuzhu's fragrance can help him. You can imagine how curious he is about Zhuzhu now.

He really doesn't like his little girl being coveted by others.

"Mysophobia is a psychological disease that cannot be cured by Lingquan water. Even if his insomnia and bipolar disorder are cured, he will not be able to break through the psychological barrier and get close to the 'filth' in his eyes. Husband, I am Doctor, you have to listen to me, you are definitely overthinking this."

It's best that this is the case. The Kang family he has dealt with in the past few days is considered very important in the Kang family, enough to make the Kang family drink a pot.

If Kang Jingzhi dared to have any evil thoughts that he shouldn't have, he wouldn't mind peeling off another layer of skin for the Kang family——

"In short, it's better to be more vigilant and be careful when sailing the ship of ten thousand years."

Mingzhu saluted Jiang Duo and smiled: "Yes."

Jiang Duo looked at her naughty look, raised his hand and pressed her hand, smiling warmly: "Naughty."

In the afternoon, Jiang Duo was mainly responsible for cleaning.

When the Niu family left, they had already cleaned the east wing, so Jiang Duo focused on cleaning the west wing and the five south-facing seats.

Several houses were empty and cleaning was easy.

Mingzhu wants to use the south-facing seat as a studio and needs several rows of shelves.

She took Jiang Duo and walked around several rooms, roughly comparing the shelves and desks she wanted.

Jiang Duo quickly drew the drawings and asked Mingzhu to confirm them before going to find someone to do it for her after work tomorrow.

He has always been a man of action. On the afternoon of the third day, the shelves in several rooms were ready and brought back.

Qiao Bin and his two little brothers helped carry the shelves into the house and place them according to Mingzhu's requirements.

It was almost time to get off work, and Qiao Bin had to go back to pick up Jiang Duo, who had been meeting all afternoon, so he hurriedly took the people away after work.

Mingzhu filled a basin of water and wiped the shelves briefly. She was thinking about where to start the business here when she heard a knock at the door.

Since the people on the east and west sides moved out, no one has visited the house.

Mingzhu opened the door in confusion and saw Kang Jingzhi and his driver in white standing outside Guangliang's door, their expressions suddenly solemn.

It was the driver who knocked on the door. Kang Jingzhi stood a few steps away, with a slight curve at the corner of his lips, looking at her seemingly gently.

Mingzhu raised her eyebrows: "It turns out to be Mr. Kang. What's wrong with you?"

Kang Jingzhi looked at Mingzhu's face. After sleeping peacefully three days ago, he had trouble sleeping again in the past few days.

Even when I was busy doing business during the day, I couldn't help but think of the fragrance on her body, and then I thought of her little face that always had a bit of a cunning smile.

He seemed to be poisoned, unable to control his thoughts, and thinking about her was heartbreaking.

This has never happened before.

He calmed down his increasingly intense gaze and said in a gentle tone: "Little girl, I have a visitor, why don't you invite me to come in and sit for a while?"

Mingzhu didn't react at all, but the driver standing opposite him looked shocked.

Ever since I followed Mr. Kang, I have never heard of him visiting other people's homes. Mr. Kang has been acting uncharacteristically these days, maybe he is sick.

Mingzhu crossed her arms across her chest, showing no intention of inviting anyone into the house: "My house has not been tidied up. Everywhere is dirty. This small temple really cannot accommodate a big Buddha like you. If you have any questions, just say it here."

"What I want to talk about is all business, related to these products," he said, taking out a clean tin can of medicinal cream from his pocket and placing it in the palm of his hand.

Mingzhu raised her eyebrows. It seemed that he had indeed checked Nanshi and even got samples of his own cream.

"This product must be your masterpiece."

"Yes."

"I have inquired about it. The medicinal patches and creams you make are very popular in Nan City, with excellent reputation and excellent results. You should also know that I am half a businessman, and I have some factory resources on hand... …”

Mingzhu understood that although the current factory was state-owned, he could cooperate with the state-owned factory through some 'special' channels, and after transferring profits to the factory, he could act as the shopkeeper and get commission.

This is indeed very tempting for my current situation.

After a moment of silence between the two, Kang Jingzhi raised his eyebrows: "There is some cooperation, and it's not appropriate to talk about it here. Little girl, are you sure you don't want to invite me in to sit down and talk?"

Mingzhu is a discerning person. She turned sideways and made an invitation: "Since Mr. Kang doesn't mind that my house is shabby, please come in."

Kang Jingzhi raised the corners of her lips and stepped into the door.

Mingzhu had just planted the flowers that Jiang Duo bought at noon into the flowerpot. Before she had time to clean up the soil and flower planting tools around the flower bed, Qiao Bin and the others came to deliver the goods.

So the yard at this moment is indeed not clean.

Kang Jingzhi's steps stopped in the hanging flower door, and he frowned at the mess in the courtyard.

Mingzhu walked past Kang Jingzhi, deliberately stepping on the dirt on the ground, and looked back at Kang Jingzhi: "Why don't you move, Mr. Kang? Don't you want to talk about business? Come in quickly."

Kang Jingzhi's expression tightened. Even if he tried to persuade himself to endure it, he really couldn't walk in. It was too dirty, really too dirty.

He glanced sideways and saw that the stone tables and benches under the wisteria trellis in the west wing were relatively clean.

He pointed over there: "The room is stuffy, so let's sit here for a while."

"Over there...Jiang Duo just killed a rat over there this morning and hasn't cleaned it up yet."

Kang Jingzhi, who was walking, suddenly stopped, frowning tightly, and turned around: "Why haven't you cleaned up those who were beaten to death this morning? Don't you guys dislike the smell?"

Looking at Kang Jingzhi's expression, Mingzhu suddenly thought of her elder brother.

In fact, she is usually a clean person, but after working in the hospital, sometimes she is really spinning. When she comes home, she is so tired that she falls asleep, wakes up and leaves, leaving no time to take care of the house.

One time, her eldest brother had no classes in the afternoon and came to visit her in the apartment. He happened to bump into the room that she had not had time to clean for three or four days.

The eldest brother was cleaning up after himself at home while scolding her for being so lazy.

He also piled the dirty clothes in front of his nose and asked angrily: "You are a girl, how can you live like this? Can't you just throw these clothes into the washing machine? Smell it yourself, don't you dislike the smell?" "

The expression on his face at that time was really... very similar to Kang Jingzhi's look now.

Seeing Mingzhu looking at him, his expression suddenly became dazed, and even... a little sad.

Kang Jingzhi instantly softened: "Did I speak too harshly just now?"