Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

After all the dishes were placed on the table, yesterday's steward named Mo Suiyun walked into the dining room.

He bowed to everyone and then said: "Everyone, our head and wife are on their way here. Please wait a moment. We have also prepared the specialties of the clan for you. The turquoise on the porcelain plate in front of you is The fruit is the Qiling Fruit, a specialty of the valley. Eating it can relieve fatigue and help you sleep, and it tastes very sweet. Why don’t you try it?"

Song Ci picked out a fruit that looked like a winter jujube and took a bite. The taste was indeed very sweet. Song Ci took a bite and felt nauseous.

She put down the fruit and didn't touch it again.

A female scholar in her early thirties said: "This is my first time eating this fruit. I have never seen it on the market. It tastes really good."

Mo Suiyun laughed contentedly, and he said proudly: "This kind of fruit is only produced in our valley. They grow on the hillside in the west. This kind of fruit suddenly appeared two hundred years ago. Its The fruit is sweet and you can sleep well after eating it. Because the yield is small, it has never been sold."

"That's a blessing for us."

Song Ci asked, "Could it be that the soil in the valley is special, and that's why this strange fruit was born?"

Mo Suiyun looked towards Song Ci. He smiled enigmatically and did not explain in detail. He only said: "Miss Song is right. It is indeed because the soil is too fertile that this kind of fruit can grow." .”

As for why it is fertile, Mo Suiyun did not elaborate.

During Song Ci's afternoon break, she carefully looked at the four mountains in the southeast, northwest and northwest of the Mo family. She noticed that there were almost no houses on the west mountain, but that mountain had the most rare and exotic plants.

A vague idea emerged in Song Ci's heart.

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Perhaps, on that mountain, the bones of generations of medicine practitioners were buried. The flesh and blood of a medicine man are treasures, so the bones will naturally have an effect as well.

Once this idea came up, Song Ci stared at the fruit in front of him and almost vomited it out on the spot. She quickly picked up a glass of sweet juice and drank it, suppressing the nausea.

At this time, the head of the Mo family came with his wife.

The new member of the Mo family is named Mo Suixin. Mo Suixin was the only son of the old family leader, Mo Zhangkuang. Mo Zhangkuang was a child of old age, and he only got such a son when he was over thirty-five years old. Mo Suixin is also very talented in Chinese medicine and has been trained by Mo Zhangkuang for a lifetime. Now he is also a powerful figure in the field of Chinese medicine.

Mo Suixin is Mo Fengying's father. His face is very elegant and there are no signs of age on his face. At first glance, he looks like an ordinary middle-aged man.

Mo Suixin was wearing a black gown with an improved tunic suit underneath. As he walked, he looked like a majestic master of the family. The wife of the housekeeper who was following him was wearing a winter cheongsam, with a cloak draped over her shoulders, and her hair pulled up, revealing a face that could be considered delicate and beautiful.

Mo Fengying's appearance took after her mother's, delicate and delicate.

Song Ci stared at Mo Suixin's face, thoughtfully.

According to their biological relationship, this person should be her and Song Fei's cousin.

Song Ci knew that the old head of the Mo family, Mo Zhangkuang, was still alive. He was now in his seventies and in good health. Song Ci originally thought that the old master would also appear at the banquet tonight, but he was a little disappointed when he didn't see him.

Then I thought about it, the head of the old family had a distinguished status and it was only right not to attend such a small occasion.

Probably, only when the game is over and the top three are born, will the mysterious old family leader show up.

As soon as Mo Suixin sat down, he noticed a pair of twins behind the banquet table. He had already heard that the wife of the CEO of Zeus International and her sister were also on the team this time. It seemed that these two stunningly beautiful women were Song Ci and Song Fei.

Mo Suixin looked away, raised his glass, said a few words to the occasion, drank a few glasses of wine with everyone, and then started chatting.

Everyone was talking about things related to traditional Chinese medicine. Some were sharing interesting stories they had encountered during their working lives, and some were making fun of the ridiculous controversies they discovered when they came into contact with Western medicine.

Song Ci listened quietly and rarely spoke.

But Mo Suixin had noticed Song Fei a long time ago and knew that Song Fei was the oldest virus expert in the country. When he thought that such a genius also had extensive research on traditional Chinese medicine, he felt proud and deliberately wanted to sell Song Fei's thin noodles. .

"Miss Song Fei, I wonder what your views are on traditional Chinese medicine?"

Song Ci, who played Song Fei, was suddenly called. She put down her drink cup, raised her face, and imitated Song Fei's cold face in a subtle way. If she didn't get along day and night, she wouldn't be able to tell the difference between her and Song Fei.

Song Ci said: "Traditional Chinese medicine is our country's traditional art and a culture, but I don't think it is perfect. Although it has developed for thousands of years, it is still a stumbling toddler. But I don't deny it either. , it is indeed a very remarkable and huge knowledge.”

"It's like standing on the top of a mountain and looking at a valley. I can clearly see the division and structure of every house in the valley. I can figure out the name and gender of every resident, but this does not mean that I am qualified to be the leader of this tribe. . As for Chinese medicine, it is the valley we live in. You think you have seen it through, you think you have understood it, but in fact, what you see is always just the superficial, the most superficial layer."

"Traditional Chinese medicine is an empirical medicine. Endless learning is the attitude you should have when studying. Previous predecessors compiled the Huangdi Neijing, Shennong Baicao Jing, and Treatise on Febrile Diseases based on experience. And I also hope to see In the future, there will be "Song Fei's Record of Differentiating Medicines" and "Xixin Pharmacy Experience"."

After Song Ci said something, the whole place fell silent.

Then, there was thunderous applause.

Song Fei looked at her sister's profile and thought: You blow, you keep blowing.

Song Ci's words made Mo Suixin's blood surge with enthusiasm, and he shouted "Hello" twice in a row. "Good! Good! What a "Song Fei's Record of Distinguishing Medicine" and "Xixin's Experience in Medicinal Medicine"! Young people should have such great ambitions as you!"

After a long talk, we were finally able to have a good meal. Song Ci used chopsticks to pick away the coriander on each dish, then lowered his head to eat. She thought to herself, it would be great if Han Zhan were here. He likes to eat coriander so much, and the coriander here can make him full.

After dinner, it was already dark. Song Ci and Song Fei took the cable car back to their room.

As soon as she returned to her room, Song Ci immediately took off her clothes and untied the restraints on her chest. She bent down and took a long breath.

Staring at the position on her chest, Song Ci said worriedly, "Song Fei, will my breasts deform if this continues?"

Song Fei said she didn't know. She was somewhat melancholy and said with a hint of pity in her tone: "Don't ask me, this question is out of line." Only Dabo would worry about sagging and expanding breasts, and none of them, the small-breasted family, had the same problem. This worry.

There is no reason to worry.

Recommend the article "Mr. Gu's Canary" by my friend Li Buyan

Everyone in City C knows that Gu Jiangnian, the richest man in City C, keeps a canary.

Canary's overall understanding of the overall situation is a model for a wealthy family. Everyone envy Mr. Gu's lovely wife.

But Mr. Gu knew that his canary would fly sooner or later.

One day, the chairman of Junhua Group attended an international business meeting. Reporters chased him with long guns and short cannons and asked: "Mr. Gu, how did you and Mrs. Gu get together?"

Gu Jiangqian paused in his steps, turned slightly, and smiled lightly: "Draw the ground as a prison, and slowly draw it."

My friend smiled and asked, "How about the canary flying?"

The man leaned on the seat, slightly hooking up the corners of his lips, and tapped the cigarette ashes with his slender fingertips. His words were cruel and ruthless, "Then break your wings, destroy your dreams, and keep them in a cage."

【About marriage】

In 2008, Jiang Muwan was framed by his friends. There was only a thin line between filling the 800 million shortfall and going to jail.

Late at night in the middle of winter, with a steady drizzle, Gu Jiangnian stood at the door of the police station holding a black umbrella, lighting his cigarette ashes, looking at her like a bereaved dog with a light smile, and said with a smile: "I will marry Miss Jiang for 800 million yuan. how?"

【About after marriage】

She was trapped in the fire, standing in the firelight and looking at Gu Jiangnian. Her clear eyes fell on the man and her words were plain: "Husband and wife are birds of the same forest. When disaster strikes, they die together."

He responded: "Okay."