Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss

Song Ning was still filling up some pretty fantasy scenes here, and soon heard Huo Yao's voice come over again.

"This Ningxiang Pill is only an auxiliary medicine and cannot be used for a long time. If you want to completely cure it..." Huo Yao paused, only said: "When I have time later, I will...let my friend send me some other targeted medicine. ."

When Song Ning heard this, her eyes suddenly opened, "Are you saying that mother has medicine for this headache?"

Huo Yao has frivolous eyebrows, "Of course."

Others may not work, but she, sorry, this is only for pediatrics.

Song Ning touched the tip of her nose and didn't take her daughter's words seriously. After all, this is a problem that even the doctor said is incurable. She turned her eyes and fell on her husband's hand. "What's your father's bottle? Fragrant pills?"

Although it is a modern society, the medicine is called this kind of pill, and it is packed in a ceramic bottle, so as not to give people a kind of ancient primitive feeling.

Song Ning thought strangely in her heart.

Huo Yao shook his head and said quietly, "No."

"Then what kind of medicine is this bottle of mine?" Huo Jinyan was very curious. Just now, his attention was on his wife, and he did not open the small porcelain bottle.

There was a strand of broken hair hanging down Huo Yao’s cheek. She hooked her hand behind her ear and replied lazily, “It’s not a medicine, but you can treat it as a Shiquan Dabu pill and take one pill every month. Be strong and fit."

"puff……"

The corners of Huo Jinyan's lips twitched fiercely, and his face quickly burned red, and the small porcelain bottle in his hand almost fell to the ground without holding it firmly.

It seems that male dignity has been greatly insulted.

"Hahahaha." Song Ning on the side looked at her husband's expression and couldn't help but laughed directly.

My daughter is so cute, she actually gave her father a bottle of health care.

After a while, Huo Jinyan sighed silently in his heart, turned around and found a mahogany box with exquisite workmanship in the cabinet, and put the small porcelain bottle in it quite preciously.

Although it is not needed, it is the first gift from my daughter and must be cherished.

Song Ning rolled her eyes suddenly.

Huo Yao was thinking about Song Ning's migraine and was about to go upstairs.

Seeing that she was going back to the room, Song Ning suddenly remembered what was going on, so he stopped her in a hurry, "Look at my memory, I almost forgot the big thing."

Huo Yao raised his eyebrows and looked at her quietly with **** and white eyes.

"It's about the transfer." Song Ning explained that the school will start in a few days, so I have to try my best to confirm the school within these two days.

"Your dad and I have looked at a few schools, I will show you the information, you can choose one." Then Song Ning bent over, opened the drawer of the coffee table, and took out a stack of books from it. .

"Look at this third middle school, the teachers are barely, and the main ones are relatively close to home, so we can consider day school.

"In this eleventh middle school, the admission rate for one and two books is a bit low, but the admission rate for art candidates is higher than that of other key high schools."

"There is also this Desheng Foreign Language School. Although the fees are a bit more expensive, it is a good school second only to No. 1 Middle School in this city. Both my dad and I like this."

Song Ning took out Desheng’s school profile, opened it page by page, and handed it to Huo Yao, “Originally, the school was required to take the entrance exam. My dad and I found a relationship. Now we can go to school without the exam ."

Huo Yao, who had been unable to speak, fell on the introduction page with a complicated expression. She was not looking at it seriously, but thinking about a problem.