MTL - Rebirth Of The General’s Granddaughter-Chapter 23 Coldhearted revenge angel

So, the doctor was invited to come overnight, opened the prescription, took the medicine, and served Zhao Hongxiang, who knows less than ten minutes, and all spit it out.

Yongnanhou heard the news from his son: "Hou, the son of the world can't drink medicine, drink once, spit once, what can I do?"

Yongnan Houqi, no longer care about Chen’s blockade, used Shenhuapiao powder to flush Zhao Hongxiang and feed it.

It did have a magical effect. Not only did it not vomit after serving, but after less than three quarters of an hour, Zhao Hongxiang sent someone to tell her, he was good, his stomach was not hurt, he did not pull, and he was much more comfortable.

However, he concealed one thing from his mother, that is, he is not much more comfortable at the moment, but he is too comfortable. This is a cloud, and you have to be stunned. Even if you want to see purple, purple can appear in him. He has never tasted the taste in front of him. It’s amazing!

On the other side of the purple secluded side, the generals of Yongnan Hou, such as the generals of Mu, went to the study and bluntly asked: "Do you have a good impression of Shi Ziye?"

Purple secluded and unclearly smashed a pair of amethysts, and the crystal clear eyes replied: "Why did Grandpa ask this question? What about the singer?"

Seeing that the granddaughter is so clever, the old general admired with a smile. "Yeer did not do anything wrong, but Yongnanhou liked you very much, and proposed to Grandpa, I want you to be his daughter-in-law. I see that the world seems to have a good impression on you." I’ve been staring at you. But, so small, it’s so lascivious, Grandpa doesn’t look awkward.”

Purple secluded and looked at the old general with a glance, then whispered and complained: "Grandpa, how big is the secluded child? You said this with Youer? You didn't pay attention to the world, but saved him. At that time, I felt that he was very scared. Later, the secluded child didn't even look at him. Grandpa, You don't want to marry, You want to guard Grandpa and honor Grandpa.

When General Mu was heard, his eyes were a little moist. Looking at the purple secluded, just like seeing my most cherished baby, said with love and pity: "When you say the child, how can the girl not marry? But don't worry if it is not fake. Grandpa has to be good for my secluded child, pick A good son-in-law."

Good girl, where? Purple secluded. Except for grandfather and uncle, which of these men are not three wives? Even his own father is a kind of ruthless, cold and selfish.

I hope that one person's heart will not be separated from the desire of the white head. I am afraid that it will not be realized; therefore, this world will no longer be trapped by love and hurt by love. Purple is dark and determined.

I can think of this, I immediately plunged into my grandfather's arms and spoiled: "Grandpa, in the future, I will meet the same good guys as my grandfather and uncle, and I will consider this matter again; otherwise, I am willing to guard my grandfather and honor my grandfather for a lifetime. Grandpa Don't let me go, don't you....."

The old general was called a granddaughter, and the heart of the old man became a pool of water. Smugly patted the purple back and smiled: "Well, don't hurry, don't catch my secluded child."

The old general had a smile on his face, and he said that his heart was more distressed by his granddaughter.

Knowing the poultry shou things done by the eldest son, after all, he still hurt his granddaughter. Otherwise, the granddaughter will not be so excluded from marrying.

What the old general did not know was that her granddaughter had been a man, and the deception and injury suffered in her previous life had completely turned her into another cold-hearted, cold-hearted woman who was extremely tired of men.

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Thanks to all the parents who care about Xiao Bing and support Xiao Bing! Xiao Bing can only go home at night, bitter. . . . . . %%>_