Dear Commander-in-Chief

Gong Jue responded in a good mood: "Want to know? Give it a kiss, my husband will check it for you!"

That sulky expression is so sullen, so sullen.

Gu Qiqi was speechless for a while: "..."

Stupid man, is it really good for you to behave like a hooligan in front of your parents?

Sure enough, the next second.

Gong Qing swept over like a knife with cold eyes: "I don't know how to be ashamed, what husband! Who allowed it!"

Song Song smiled slightly, and tugged at Gong Qing's clothes corners knowingly: "Brother, don't disturb young people in dating, this will make you look like an antique, don't you become as good as your dad back then."

Gong Qing was stunned by his wife and stopped a bit, but still muttered uncomfortably: "Huh, don't think that the scandal is over and they can continue to mess around! The little actor invited by Gong Sheng, no! Knowing the origin, it is impossible to play it for a lifetime, and breaking up after a while is a lot of trouble! Gong Jue and this gold worshiper..."

As Gong Qing said, his face suddenly changed: "The woman who worships the gold, you let the old man a bowl of blood silently! A bowl of blood!! Asshole, don't stop!"

Everyone’s attention just now was attracted by Gong Sheng’s live TV broadcast. They didn’t notice at all. Gu Qiqi was still bleeding the old man, and he was putting a lot!

The old man is almost 80 years old, his body is thin, and he doesn't have much blood.

Is there a way to survive after being bleeded by Gu Qiqi?

It's not that Gong Qing was nervous and angry. Even the medical experts beside him dared not speak, shaking his head and sighing.

It's a pity that Gong Jue strongly guarded Gu Qiqi: "Since you trust her to treat grandpa, you must trust to the end. What's wrong with you halfway?"

"Haw? Your grandpa is going to die, you bastard!"

"Let Qiqi give up halfway, it is grandpa's life!"

"Gong Jue, get out of here!"

"My daughter-in-law treats the disease, and I protect the law, why should I leave?"

The father and the son are stunned again.

However, Gu Qiqi had no distractions, and continued to concentrate on bleeding the old man.

She finally stopped until the bowl of blood was almost full.

"Pour it out." She ordered directly.

Gong Qing was anxious: "Hurry up and give the old man a blood transfusion!"

"No need!" Gu Qiqi vetoed.

"You have lost so much blood, you still don't let the patient have a blood transfusion! Do you know medicine? You are a quack doctor!"

"Mr. Gong, I don’t understand that it’s not you who have the final say, but the patient’s decision. This is my grandfather’s blood stasis in his body for so many years. It’s nothing to be a pity. I will give him herbs to restore the bone marrow hematopoietic function to help him. His bone marrow regenerates new blood. The blood produced by himself is 10,000 times better than a blood transfusion."

Gong Jue looked at his daughter-in-law and his father, he was very proud.

Song Song has become accustomed to the mutually hostile atmosphere of this home, and shook his head helplessly, and moved the chair over: "Seven, sit down and rest for a while. The effect is not so fast to see. Let's wait slowly."

"Thank you, auntie, you sit first." Gu Qiqi reciprocated, politely respecting Song Song.

Gong Qing was dull again.

This gold-worship girl is so sweet that she calls her husband her son, her wife aunt, and the old man grandfather. Even the palace saint who has never met is fortunate enough to call her "big brother".

By the way, she just called him "Mr. Gong" coldly!

How discriminated against him!

How not put him in the eyes!

Gong Qing got angry and flicked his sleeves: "Huh! If she can cure the old man with her three-legged cat's martial art, I won't be named Gong!"