Chapter 81 is worried about him
"Money, you didn't mention it and I almost forgot. Woman, aren't you supposed to compensate me for my mental distress? I was deceived by you, look at this wound, it's still from that self-proclaimed ex-boyfriend of yours." Hao Lianyuan's sharp-angled handsome face slightly lifted, his slightly curved mouth corners carrying an evil and flirtatious aura, seeming to smile yet not quite smiling.
Where did this woman get so many extreme things? The man in front of her, um, gives him a feeling, very dangerous.
Wen Tianmu didn't say a word, his dark eyes coldly swept over Hao Lianyuan and others, then pulled Ke Huan Ye to walk inside. Ke Huan Ye hesitated for a moment, turned her head to stare at Hao Lianyuan and others, and smiled brightly: "Younger brother, remember to return my money, or else I don't know what I'll do."
Hao Lianyuan smiled elegantly, his enchanting blue eyes gazing at the female doctor treating his wound. His cold voice was laced with a hint of interest as he pointed to Ke Huan Ye's disappearing back: "Sister, do you know who that man is beside her?"
A woman doctor in her late thirties had a faint blush on her face, staring blankly at the young man in front of her, subconsciously nodding: "Wen Tianmu."
Hao Lianyuan's body stiffened slightly, and then he smiled calmly. Wen Tianmu? The crown prince of the Crown Prince's faction, was that man? Looking at her expression, it seemed like she had a lot of feelings for him.
Ke Huan Ye directly pulled Wen Tian Mu into that unassuming room, on the door of which hung a black sign: "No Entry for Idle People".
Ke Huan's eyebrows slightly raised, and the corners of her mouth curled up, but when she saw Wen Tianmu's action, she froze. She stretched out her hand to grab him, but it was too late, as he had already kicked open the door with one foot.
"Which little brat is looking for death!" A loud and furious voice burst through the roof.
Something came crashing towards the door, with great force. Ke Huan Ye's mouth twitched and he took a step back, pulling Wen Tian Mu as they ran.
Bang!
A loud and violent explosion sounded, and the thing accurately smashed into the position of the door.
Ke Huan's forehead couldn't help but sweat as he looked at the medicine pot beside them, only about half a meter away. On the ground was a thick, dark-colored medicinal liquid emitting a strong herbal aroma and bubbling with bubbles, clearly just taken off the stove.
If it were smashed up like that, it would be either death or injury.
The house was somewhat dim, filled with a strong smell of Chinese medicine. Across from me, an old man over 70 years old held a fan in one hand and a handful of herbs in the other, with a medicine stove propped up by his feet, looking at the person across from him with a strange posture.
"Old man, you're looking for death!!" Wen Tianmu's cold voice rang out in the air, his dark eyes blazing with fury.
Ke Huan's mind was filled with dark thoughts as he looked at the old man opposite him, then at the demon beside him. Can't they just not be like this?! Every time they met, it was like a world war.
"Leafy, hurry up and take him away for me. Quick, quick! If the old man gets angry later on, I don't know what will happen. Hurry up and leave, don't disturb my experiment, scram, scram!" The person opposite them was still visibly holding a grudge, staring at Ke Huan Ye and the others, his three-inch long white beard standing on end as he angrily pointed at Wen Tian Mu.
This kid, every time he comes over, he breaks his door and has to redecorate again. If it weren't for Yefei's face, he would have taught him a lesson long ago. Jingran is such a good kid, every time he comes over, he calls grandpa this and that, making the old man happy. How can this kid look so steady but have such a bad temper?
