Time is slow

   Chapter 126 Miss Qiao is in a bad mood

   How is the patient?

   The girl in front of her asked this sentence, obviously giving the impression that she was asking by the way, but Shao Mingyuan was keenly aware that this question seemed to be very important to her.

   So he also replied seriously: "The genius doctor said that there is no serious problem, just take a good rest and recuperate."

  Qiao Zhao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

  Brother is fine.

Although I regret not being able to say a word to my brother, but knowing that he is not in serious trouble, Qiao Zhao relaxed and smiled at Shao Mingyuan: "I was with Grandpa Gan just now, but he heard that Mr. Qiao was sick. , I left in a hurry, and I asked casually."

  Shao Mingyuan: "..." Although there is no reason, this girl seems to be trying to hide it.

  Qiao Zhao quickly realized this, a smile on his lips condensed, and he took a deep look at Shao Mingyuan.

   He was more careful than she thought.

   "Does Miss Li have anything to do?"

  Qiao Zhao shook his head: "No more."

   Shao Mingyuan's eyes were deep.

   is not "no", it is "no more".

   In other words, it used to be something, but now it doesn’t.

   Then, what Miss Li really wants to know is whether her uncle and brother are all right?

why is that? Did Miss Li and her uncle know each other?

   Yes, my uncle and brother were also in the capital before, so it is possible for the two to know each other.

   Could it be that Miss Li is the admirer of your uncle?

   Shao Mingyuan lowered his gaze and looked at the girl in front of him.

   He had heard Yang Houcheng mention that Chi Can and his uncle were very popular with the girls in the capital.

   Qiao Zhao pursed his lips.

   What is this guy thinking? Always feel weird.

   "Cough, General Shao, go to work on your own, it's getting late, I should go home." Knowing what he wanted to know, Qiao Zhao owed his fortune and prepared to leave.

   Shao Mingyuan raised his head and glanced at the horizon.

   The fiery clouds in the sky gradually became dim, and it was getting late.

   "I'll send someone to see you off." He said naturally.

  Since the genius doctor wanted him to take good care of Miss Li, then he was entrusted by others, and of course he had to be loyal to others.

  Qiao Zhao was stunned for a moment, feeling somewhat uncomfortable in his heart.

   This man, does he have to send someone to send a girl to talk to him?

   I am afraid that in less than a year, the girls who want to marry him will be lined up from the Jinganhou mansion outside the city gate.

   A high-ranking, gentle and polite young prince!

  Er, this doesn't seem to be her business, but it's still a little embarrassing to think about it. Her real wife was shot dead by this guy without saying a word, but he was gentle with other little girls?

   Seeing the girl's face suddenly cold in front of him, the young general was a little dazed.

   He didn't seem to say anything?

   "No, I have a maid to accompany me. If the general doesn't leave again, the sedan chair should go far."

   "Okay then, I'll leave now." Shao Mingyuan felt that it was better to go before the girl in front of him completely turned her face. He turned around and took a few steps, suddenly realizing it.

   Miss Li was displeased, was it because that time when he dined in the Lei House, Miss Li specially prepared delicious food to entertain him, but he did not express his gratitude?

  Thinking like this, the young general turned around and clasped his fists at the girl with a cold face: "Thank you Miss Li for the hospitality that day, oh... the yam is delicious..."

  What the **** is yam delicious?

   Miss Qiao's face became even colder.

   "Farewell!" The young general was at a loss and hurried away.

  Shao Mingyuan quickly caught up with the sedan chair, and quietly ordered a guard: "There is a girl in a blue dress and a white dress in front of the medical hall. You secretly send her home, be careful not to be discovered by her."

   Guard: "..." God, their general fell in love with a girl at first sight! So excited, but can't tell!

   After discovering the big gossip, the guards who could only hold back in their hearts silently returned.

  Qiao Zhao withdrew his gaze and shouted Binglu with a sullen face: "Binglu, what are you still doing, go home."

   The little maid who had been stunned for a while now came back to her senses, covered her face and said excitedly: "Gu, girl, you are really amazing!"

   "Huh?" The little maid's adoring eyes made Qiao Zhao puzzled.

   "You actually have a conversation with the champion again!"

again…

The word    made the usually indifferent Miss Qiao suddenly have the urge to kick the little maid, and said with a calm face, "Go hire a car."

   "Ah." The fact that her own girl can talk to the champion Hou is more worth it to Binglu than watching the liveliness all day, so she immediately responded happily, turned around and walked to the street.

   There was only one person left, Qiao Zhao sighed softly and suddenly felt footsteps behind him.

   She turned around immediately, and saw someone looking down at her with a playful smile on the corner of her mouth.

   "Big Brother Jiang?"

   "Miss Li, I found something very interesting."

   "What's the matter?" Facing the famous Thirteen Taibao in Jinlinwei, Qiao Zhao put away all his emotions and asked him lightly.

   "You not only know me, but also the son of the Qiao family."

   Miss Qiao's face did not change: "Qiao Jiayulang is unparalleled in style, and the little lady who knows him in the capital is unknown. As for Brother Jiang—"

   The girl curled her lips and smiled: "Didn't we only know each other on Buddha's birthday? I still don't know where Brother Jiang's family lives, and who is his surname."

   Hearing what Qiao Zhao said, Jiang Yuanchao did not flee this time, but smiled lightly: "Then listen carefully, my surname is Jiang Yuanchao, and I am temporarily living in the Jiang Da Governor's Mansion. Is there anything else Miss Li would like to ask?"

   "No more. Brother Jiang, it's time for me to go home." Qiao Zhao bowed slightly and turned to leave.

  Jiang Yuanchao said slowly behind her: "But I still want to ask Miss Li, Miss Li should stay."

  Qiao Zhao turned around and sighed: "I have a problem again now."

"You speak first."

  Qiao Zhao looked at Jiang Yuanchao and suddenly smiled: "Brother Jiang always appears in front of me and always talks so much, I would think that you might secretly admire me."

  Jiang Yuanchao's smile froze at the corner of his mouth, obviously stunned.

   Is there such a cheeky little girl in this world?

   How old is she, how perverted must he be to be attracted to a little girl?

   Thinking like this, Jiang Yuanchao looked at Qiao Zhao subconsciously.

  The girl has a slender body and a delicate face, like a gardenia that has just bloomed, quietly blooming a little bit, although she is still very young, but there are enough reasons to be tempted.

   A girl who is delicate and youthful but indifferent and intelligent, the existence of such contradictions is enough to attract attention in itself.

   So, it’s not surprising that it will attract attention, right?

  Wait, why was he brought crooked?

  Jiang Yuanchao twitched the corners of his mouth and looked back awkwardly.

   "Brother Jiang, what else do you want to ask me?" Miss Qiao asked lightly.

   "How did you know I'm the Jinlin Guard?"

   Maybe that time when she bought Jiang He's candied haws, she just recognized Jiang He as someone she had met in the teahouse, and didn't guess that they were Jinlinwei?

   It should be that he is over-hearted, otherwise a little girl knows that he is Jinlinwei, how can she not be afraid at all, and dare to... molest him?

   Judging from his experience of living for more than 20 years, was that just a molestation?

   Jiang Yuanchao thought uncertainly.

   Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, but when others watch the Spring Festival Gala, I may be coding; when others grab red envelopes, I may be coding; when others go out, I may be coding. . . Thinking of this, my heart is filled, and I ask for a monthly ticket for comfort.

   (end of this chapter)