Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss

Song Ning was still making up some fantastic images in his mind, and soon heard Huo Yao's voice coming over again.

"This Ningxiang Pill is only an auxiliary drug and cannot be used for a long time. If you want a complete cure..." Huo Yao paused and said, "I'll... let my friends send me some other targeted medicines when I have time. ."

Hearing this, Song Ning's eyes widened, "Are you saying that there is a cure for Mommy's headache?"

Huo Yao raised his eyebrows frivolously, "Of course."

Others may not be, but she, sorry, this is just pediatrics.

Song Ning touched the tip of her nose, but didn't take her daughter's words seriously. After all, this is a problem that even the doctor said can't be cured. When she turned her eyes, her eyes fell on her husband's hand, "Your dad's bottle is what it is. Kagome?"

Although it is a modern society, calling medicines such as pills and using ceramic bottles will inevitably give people a very ancient and primitive feeling.

Song Ning thought strangely in his heart.

Huo Yao shook his head and said softly, "No."

"Then what kind of medicine is my bottle?" Huo Jinyan was very curious. Just now, his attention was on his wife, and he did not open the small porcelain bottle.

There was a strand of hair hanging down from Huo Yao's cheek, she hooked her hand behind her ear at will, and replied lazily: "It's not really a medicine, but you can treat it as a Shiquan Dabu pill and take one a month. Get fit and healthy.”

"puff……"

Huo Jinyan's lips twitched fiercely, his face quickly turned red, and the small porcelain bottle in his hand almost fell to the ground.

As if male dignity was greatly insulted.

"Hahaha." Song Ning looked at her husband's expression, couldn't hold back, and laughed outright.

The daughter is too cute, she actually gave her father a bottle of big health care.

After a while, Huo Jinyan, who sighed silently in his heart, turned around and found a delicate mahogany box in the cabinet, and put the small porcelain bottle in it.

Although it is not useful, this is also the first gift from my daughter and must be cherished.

Song Ning rolled his eyes beside him.

Huo Yao was thinking about Song Ning's migraine as he prepared to go upstairs.

Seeing that she was going back to the room, Song Ning suddenly remembered the business and stopped her again, "Look at my memory, I almost forgot about the important thing."

Huo Yao raised his eyebrows and looked at her quietly with big black and white eyes.

"It's about transferring schools," Song Ning explained. The school will start in a few days, so try to confirm the school in one or two days.

"My dad and I have looked at a few schools. I'll show you the information. You can choose one." Song Ning bent over, opened the drawer of the coffee table, and took out a stack of booklets from it. .

"Look at this No. 3 middle school, the teachers are reluctant, and they are mainly close to home. We can consider day school."

"In this eleven middle school, the admission rate of one and two is a bit low, but the admission rate of art candidates is higher than other key high schools."

"There is also this Desheng Foreign Language School. Although the fees are a bit expensive, it is the second best school in this city after No. 1 Middle School. Your father and I both like this."

Song Ning took out Desheng's school profile, opened it page by page and handed it to Huo Yao, "Originally, the school required to take the entrance exam, but I made a relationship with your father and said that now we can study directly without taking the exam. ."

Huo Yao, who has been unable to speak, her eyes fell on the introduction page, her expression was very complicated, she was not looking at it seriously, but was thinking about a question.