My Mysterious Doctor and Blessed Little Wife Is Such a Tease

   Chapter 103 Holding Golden Thighs

fragrant!

  It is sweet in the throat and leaves a lingering fragrance.

   Good tea!

  Wan Shiyue and Wan Jiuyang were shocked, they both felt an unprecedented warm current flowing in their belly, and even their spirits were much better.

   "Good tea!"

  Wan Shiyue's eyes were full of shock, and he raised his thumb without hesitation.

   "I didn't expect Xiao Qin to be able to brew such good tea at such a young age, but he is much better than my old man."

   Qin Xi smiled, neither humble nor arrogant.

   After chatting for a while, Wan Shiyue got to the point, "Xiao Qin, do you think my disease can really be cured?"

   You must know that even the sage of Chinese medicine said that it is difficult to recover. It only takes 20 minutes to get to Qin Xi. Even if he knew that Qin Xi would not lie to himself, he still didn't quite believe it.

   However, this disease has plagued him for decades. Although it is not fatal, it is also very troublesome.

   "I'll see if it can be cured or not!" Qin Xi smiled, "Don't worry, Grandpa Wan, I said 20 minutes is 20 minutes."

   Seeing her confident appearance, Wan Shiyue nodded immediately, "Okay, let's cure it!"

  After 20 minutes.

  Wan Shi Yue only felt relaxed all over, especially when he was breathing, as if a passage had been opened, which was very enjoyable.

   "How does Grandpa Wan feel?" Qin Xi asked with a smile, putting away the acupuncture bag.

Wan Shi said with a loud laugh like Hong Zhong, "Hahahaha, it's very enjoyable, it's like I haven't breathed fresh air for a long time, and I don't have to breathe so hard. My whole body is relaxed, God, Xiao Qin, you are so amazing. ."

  Wan Jiuyang's serious face also showed excitement, and he looked at Qin Xi gratefully, "Xiao Qin, thank you so much!"

   Qin Xi said, "Uncle Wan is very polite, I have a relationship with Grandpa Wan, and naturally I can't stand idly by when things are within my power."

  Deng Xinhe looked at Qin Xi even more frantically.

Of course, he would not dare to blaspheme against her with a hundred courage. His fanaticism was limited to Qin Xi's ability. It was worship and reverence, and he even swore in his heart that he would hold her golden thigh tightly, and he would die. won't let go.

   Qin Xi and Deng Xinhe didn't stay much. In the afternoon, Qin Xi planned to go to the mall to buy something for the family.

  Thinking of this, Wan Shiyue couldn't say anything, and asked his personal guard to send them away in person.

  In the jeep, Deng Xinhe looked at Qin Xi's 100,000 passbook, and said enviously, "Auntie, you are making money too fast. At this rate, you can definitely become a multimillionaire in less than 3 years."

   Of course, the premise is that the people who get sick are rich people.

   "What, do you have an idea?"

   took back the passbook, Qin Xi gave him a lazy look, and the conversation suddenly changed, "When are you going back? Are you afraid that things will change?"

  Deng Xinhe felt guilty, he quickly showed his big white teeth, and flattered, "With my aunt covering me, those grandchildren can't run away! Besides, since I came with you, of course I will accompany you to the end."

   In fact, he was more anxious than anyone else.

   Let me ask, with the truth in hand, who is willing to go out to eat, drink and have fun with human life, and how much experience can they do?

   However, the old man gave a death order, no matter how much money, he must buy the calligraphy and painting back, if he can't complete the task, don't go back.

  Emotions are not as good as a pair of calligraphy and painting, which makes him dumbfounded.

  Qin Xi grinned, knowing what he was doing in the event of an abacus, and deliberately said, "Well, I want to go to the auction house later to see if I can sell the calligraphy and painting."

  Deng Xinhe snorted in his heart, and the smirk on his face immediately solidified on his face, as if he had been struck by lightning.

   He smiled shyly, "Auntie, are you going to sell the calligraphy and painting?"

   "Otherwise, do you keep the firewood?" Qin Xi asked rhetorically.

   (end of this chapter)