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The room was very quiet, just now Wen Mingli came in and left the door open, but at this moment one could clearly hear the sound of people stepping on the wooden planks. —The servant came upstairs.

Shang Jing said in a very weird tone: "Keep an inch, huh?" The last tone turned into a nasal tone, which sounded very sexy.Aunt Song rushed in in the first echelon. She dexterously avoided the debris on the floor and touched the outer wall, brightening the room.

Wen Mingli squinted his eyes uncomfortably, and heard Aunt Song say: "Miss, it's time to go down to have breakfast. The carpet and the corners of the walls have to be cleaned today. Would you like to sleep in the guest room first?"

Shang Jing stood up on her legs and didn't answer. Wen Mingli realized that she probably didn't like talking very much. At least Aunt Song was quite used to it. Say nothing.

She still looked curious.

Wen Mingli was thinking about it when he saw a hand stretched out in front of him, "Are you stupid? Help me stand up." Seeing that she hadn't moved yet, Shang Jing bent impatiently and wrapped her arms around her waist, putting one hand on her shoulder He stood up and asked Aunt Song, "When will the doctor arrive?"

"Oh." Aunt Song put down her things and straightened up neatly and said, "There are still 10 minutes. Director Wang is here for a consultation today. The family doctor is here."

"His phone?"

Aunt Song: "It's downstairs, the nanny has it."

Shang Jing first helped Wen Mingli to the guest room where she lived. There was a stool at the end of the bed to hang her clothes on. The floor-to-ceiling windows let in the sunlight of the room. There was a vase of flowers at the door. There were many grasses, long and thin stems, and the flowers were white and small. On the contrary, it was not easy to distinguish. Shang Jing took a closer look before recognizing that it was Mangypsophila.

She glanced at Wen Mingli's cheek: "You bought it when you went out?" Her eyebrows raised unconsciously, as if to tell where Wen Mingli came from.

"Give it to me." Wen Mingli sat on the edge of the bed, the movement of walking just now pulled the wound on the sole of the foot again, the sole of the foot was wet and began to bleed again.She was really confused about the wound, how could it hurt so much even through the sole of the shoe even though it was not deep.She said, "What did you smash? An antique?"

"... A little thing, it's there to vent my anger." Shang Jing was still staring at Man Tian Xing, "If you weren't angry, my feet would hurt? How long can this thing last? Who gave it to me?"

The words were unreasonable, but Wen Mingli did not refute them wisely. She said: "The flowering period is here, and the property is pruning the flower branches. I will give it to me if I keep staring at it." She couldn't help but said: "Do you want to go out for a walk? In the yard There is also a wall of rose flowers, fluttering in the wind, blooming very well."

Shang Jing hummed, and took a deep look at her before going downstairs to find the doctor.

It has been half an hour since the doctor went upstairs. Aunt Song helped Wen Mingli to the small living room on the third floor and closed her door carefully. Seeing Wen Mingli staring at her, Aunt Song explained: "It's a male doctor." Well, Miss usually doesn't let doctors come to the third floor."

There is an elevator in the villa, so it is not difficult for Wen Ming to manage it, but the wounds will inevitably be pulled during the actions. Seeing the Zhou Dao arranged by them, there is no reason to make a sound to stop her. She nodded as a sign of appreciation.

Standing beside her, Aunt Song couldn't help saying: "Miss Wen, you didn't get angry when you came up?" She explained: "Miss has a bad temper, and she doesn't like being disturbed when she loses her temper."

"Angry." Wen Mingli wasn't talking nonsense: "I just threw something at me when I opened the door. Fortunately, I hid and didn't hit my head. My calf is now blue from suffering. She even dragged me to throw me out until I stepped on a piece of debris and made a big cut on my foot, so I took pity on me and let me sit down." She sighed and said, "Your lady is really hard to serve. The money is hard to get."

Aunt Song didn't follow her words this time, and defended the master very professionally: "You have hit the gunpoint, the lady is usually very kind to others, she... just throws things, rich people How many of these things are there? She doesn’t humiliate people when she gets angry, even if she takes things to vent her anger, it’s not that the merchants can’t afford them, and smashing them for fun is also the good fortune of this thing.”

It's good fortune no matter what age it is.

Wen Mingli wanted to ask more questions, but he saw Shang Jing standing in the corner with arms folded and looking at her with a half-smile. The doctor was carrying the box but his face was calm... It's not a big deal to get caught talking behind the scenes.I don't know how much the conversation between the two was heard. Wen Mingli was only paying attention to the elevator entrance just now, but he didn't expect Miss Shang to lead someone up the stairs in an unusual way.

She lowered her head obediently, and Aunt Song had already slipped away when she saw this.

The doctor seemed to be a proficient person, at least he had exercised. He didn't ask much or talk much. He just took apart the handkerchief and cleaned the wound carefully, then applied the medicine, and gave Wen Mingli a tetanus from the freezer hit.

Shang Jing helped to lift up her sleeve, and the needle stuck in, and Wen Mingli subconsciously turned his head to the side.She didn't thank her until the doctor pressed the needle with a cotton ball.

The doctor waved his hand: "You're welcome, I'm receiving the money, just now I saw that the wound is a bit big, so I can't do it if I can't move, this is medicine powder, disinfect it with alcohol twice a day, is there gauze in the room?"

Shang Jing shook her head: "It's over."

The doctor took out a large roll from his carry-on bag, and he said, "Individually packaged ones are more hygienic. I only have this. You can make do with it. Now that the weather is hot, it is normal for the wound to suppurate. First, apply the powder and observe yourself. If you can't stop it, then call me." "

Before the doctor's back disappeared, Shang Jing said: "I'm difficult?" Seeing Wen Mingli lowered his head guiltily, he snorted, "Then you go back by yourself." After speaking, she really shook her hands and went upstairs.

Wen Mingli sat there staring blankly, it was too hard for her to shout.Fortunately, there were two magazines by the table to entertain her. When she opened the cover, she found that it was an exclusive interview with Mr. Qi. The title was very eye-catching and provocative: How strong women balance family and work.

In the edited picture of the magazine, President Qi is wearing a neat black suit and only lipstick, but she doesn't feel perfunctory at all. She first denies: "I am not a strong woman. If I really want to say it, I can barely be called a professional woman. The times are different now, and most of the girls have jobs just like me.” Then the conversation changed: “I can achieve what I am today, so I don’t need to say much about my personal efforts, but I also want to thank the nanny for her help and my husband’s support. The support of my career…”

husband……

Wen Mingli knew that the famous mistress next to Shang Jiantao was a well-known female star in Hong Kong and Taiwan, and she often attended charity events. She was there in the charity bazaar held by Galileo in Hong Kong.

Hong Kong and Taiwan may be due to legacy issues. People are somewhat subtle about family ethics. The media are keen to dig out gossip about wealthy businessmen all day long. Knowing how to advance and retreat, Mr. Qi's situation is not so ugly, after all, he hasn't torn his face...

Wen Mingli waited for an hour, and the sun was about to go to the west, before Shang Jing climbed down from the top of the building holding the stairs.

At this moment, she seemed too lazy to care about Wen Mingli's offense, and said, "Are you hungry?" The antique clock in the collection room struck the time on time—it was twelve o'clock at noon.

Wen Mingli nodded, and Shang Jing walked in and picked up the magazine in her hand, "It's been several months ago, and I still read it with gusto." She lit one of the lotus root pink fragrant grandma suits, and said, "This one really suits you. Call and ask."

The Liupin Pavilion takeaway for lunch, Shang Jing seemed to be tired of eating the dishes made by her aunt. Aunt Song took the soup to the third floor, spread the tablecloth on the small table neatly, and the two of them ate on the spot.

The main dish is eight-treasure duck, but it looks like an improved version. There is not much stuffing in the duck belly, and the bracken is the most stuffed. The vegetarian dish is also very fragrant when it is stained with meat. Wen Mingli likes to eat the one as big as a baby's fist Small buns, it is said that buns look like dim sum, with cornmeal and purple potato noodles filled with wild vegetables.

Seeing how delicious her food was, Shang Jing picked one up, and finally put down her chopsticks and said, "What kind of taste do you have?"

Wild vegetables are boiled and mixed with sesame oil, mature vinegar, and light soy sauce. It is very refreshing. To be honest, Wen Mingli should be a commoner taste. Wen's mother didn't know how to cook before. Fortunately, Wen Mingli has always been good at feeding and eating whatever he has. Mother Wen sometimes took Wen Mingli to play by the river when she was in the mood, and every time she went back, she would pick some wild radish leaves, wash them and eat them like this.

Wen Mingli: "That's because you are not used to it." She picked up another one.

Naturally, she couldn't go out with the eldest lady because of her foot injury. Finally, Shang Jing calmed down and crawled out of the game hall. She had nothing to do and called the brand store. In the afternoon, she saw a few shop assistants bringing clothes and bags for her to choose.

Aunt Song then helped to set up hangers and move the space, sweating profusely.It wasn't until the clothes slipped out that Wen Mingli realized that they were three brands. The shop assistants stared at each other with their heads up and chests up, like fighting cocks.

All they brought were new models or limited editions that were not pictured above. The lotus root pink suit that Shang Jing wanted to see was out of season long ago, and it was not at all eye-catching among the clothes that were updated every season. She is not happy either.She frowned and walked around in the pile of clothes. The shop assistants sniffed out that she was in a bad mood like a human being, and no one said anything.

Shang Jing stood still in front of Wen Mingli, and said, "Anyone you like?"

Everyone's eyes gathered, Wen Mingli said, "You want to send me off?"

Shang Jing: "Nonsense, do you want it?"

She thought for a while and said, "Choose two dresses for me. I didn't bring a skirt when I came here." In fact, she didn't bring any trousers either, but she felt that the rare trousers of the brand were not good-looking. These luxury goods were gone abroad. The exchange rate is not expensive, but she prefers a more comfortable niche brand.The intersection with the brand is the bag that is carried on a formal occasion, but it is impossible to pick it yourself.

Shang Jing compared a denim shirtdress and a floral dress to her, both of which had a sense of design. Seeing Wen Mingli nod, I don't know if it was an illusion, but she was much happier.

The clerk also began to introduce the clothes one by one. Shang Jing came up to shop and bought more than ten pieces of clothes, as well as the latest pink woven handbag. She spent more than one hundred thousand on the POS machine without blinking.

When Aunt Song led this group of smiling shop assistants out, they all had one foot deep and one foot shallow. It seemed that she had never watched her lady's shopping up close.

Shang Jing threw the clothes on her, "I'm going to wear it after I bought it, so I'll change it up and have a look." The few pieces she picked out for herself were put in the cloakroom for ashes. There is no day to come.