Zhou Zimo's eyes were desolate and he didn't know how to face her.

Just as Liu Fengfeng said, she would not forgive him no matter how he apologized.

Maybe it's because he is not important enough in her heart.

If it were her, he would forgive her if he made a big mistake.

In fact, Ye Yifan is not completely angry when he doesn't speak.

She just gradually realized that what she said had no meaning and was a waste of energy and no one would listen.

Her resistance was more like a joke in front of him.

Communication is a process of transmission and feedback between people, in order to achieve consensus on ideas and smooth emotions.

And her life is in his hands, how to struggle depends on his mood.

There is only forced obedience between slaves and masters, and there is no so-called communication.

Zhou Zimo picked up the medicine bowl, frowned, and was entangled for a long time. His entangled expression was clearly reflected in the medicine soup. Finally, he lowered his head and looked at her: "The doctor said you have stomach problems."

In Ye Yifan's puzzled gaze, he brought the medicine bowl to his mouth: "So, we are half of us."

As soon as he finished speaking, he frowned and drank half of the medicine in the bowl.

The remaining half bowl was handed to Ye Yifan's mouth, and said with an expression that he couldn't pull out his poop and said, "It's not bitter, I'll put the candy."

Looking at his expression, those who didn't know thought they had let Xiang go.

Ye Yifan turned his face and felt nauseous just by smelling the smell. Chinese medicine is really bad.

Zhou Zimo pursed his lips, but he didn't have the courage to pour it down like before: "Let's have a meal first, and drink after dinner."

Because the doctor said that she was weak and needed great replenishment, Zhou Zimo asked someone to search the entire Jiangcheng and searched several 800-year-old ginseng.

She was fed three meals a day, but Ye Yifan vomited. If he hadn't been scrubbing hard, she wouldn't have even been able to eat it.

Zhou Zi threw away the spoon silently, wishing to pull the maids out and whip the corpse.

He was in a hurry to nourish her, but she couldn't eat anything.

Several chefs in the yard changed back and forth, and they had tossed over a dozen tables of meals a day. Ye Yifan was held in his arms and closed his eyes, as if he had no strength to open his eyes.

Liu Junxi squatted beside a dog hole outside the Zhou Mansion gate and whistled. After a while, a snow-white little thing rushed over like a joyful thing. He ran too fast and couldn't stop the car and hit his leg.

"It doesn't matter if you break it. Can you afford to pay for my shoes if it gets dirty?"

He picked it up with one hand and hung it in the air, his eyes full of disgust: "If you ask someone, you will be fine, you will hide secretly and get fat."

"Where is the stuff?"

The little cat was held in his hand, and a fierce slap hit it on the head, making it dizzy.

"It's a promising future."

"You dare to yell at me, you're tired of living."

When he was thrown to the ground, the little cat's tail was raised and he turned around and ran back to the yard. After a while, he appeared again, but this time he had something in his mouth. After seeing it clearly, Liu Junxi turned black.

Go to his uncle, what the hell did he raise?

"I asked you to steal something that can prove your master's identity. How much does it mean to steal a bellyband?"

Liu Junxi looked over and over again, his eyes almost glaring out: "Who doesn't have this thing? You're afraid you're too careless."
Chapter completed!