The Strong Wife From Peasant Family Chapter 359 Sick

If Liu Zhimo dared to treat his He family like this, he would definitely not let him off.

Thinking of his nephew who had been sentenced to three years in prison, Fourth Uncle He gasped for breath as he sat on the chair. He pressed his throbbing temples. How was he going to save his nephew?

When his big brother died, he promised his big brother that he would take good care of his nephew.

Fourth Uncle He sighed helplessly. He couldn't think of a good plan in such a short time.

Just then, the butler came to find him and said that w.a.n.g Yang and the other two had come to find him.

Fourth Uncle He looked at the messy room and waved for someone to clean it up. Then, he stood up and went to the parlour.

When he walked into the parlour, w.a.n.g Yang and the other two stood up, frowning and saying that He Xin was too rash.

Fourth Uncle He walked over to a chair and sat down. He could keenly feel the dissatisfaction in the hearts of these three people.

He harrumphed in his heart, and said expressionlessly, "He was anxious to save others, so he made such a mistake. Last time, w.a.n.g Yang had already alerted the snake, but this time … "Looks like we have to push back our plans." He could accept the fact that the other two people were angry, but what right did w.a.n.g Yang have to be angry?

Hadn't he made the same mistake before?

After w.a.n.g Yang heard this, his face stiffened, and his heart was even more dissatisfied with Fourth Uncle He?

"Then when do you think we should push it?"

Fourth Uncle He looked at the tone that was directed at w.a.n.g Yang, then turned to Lin Sen and Zhao He, and asked them what their opinions were.

Lin Sen and Zhao He looked at each other and shook their heads, allowing Fourth Uncle He to share his thoughts.

After hearing what fourth uncle He had in mind, the two of them expressed that they had no objections and followed his instructions.

"w.a.n.g Yang, what about you? What suggestions do you have for me? " Fourth Uncle He looked at w.a.n.g Yang, wanting to hear his opinion.

w.a.n.g Yang pursed his lips, forcing a smile and said, he had no objections.

Even if he told them what he thought, the three of them would not agree. Why?

Fourth Uncle He looked deeply at w.a.n.g Yang, telling him to bring it up if he had any objections. They were people on the same boat, what was there to say?

"I really don't have any. Your idea is pretty good, so let's do it your way."

"Alright …" Fourth Uncle He did not question w.a.n.g Yang anymore, and since he had agreed to it, he could not oppose it anymore, "I hope that the four of us have an agreement, and do not act rashly, is that alright?" His eyes swept past the three of them and specifically stopped at w.a.n.g Yang's body.

w.a.n.g Yang was extremely resentful towards his actions. He Tao had clearly said this to him, he grinded his teeth behind his back and spoke in a low voice.

Lin Sen and Zhao He did not object and nodded.

They were on the same boat, and it was only right for them to act after the agreement was reached.

After this matter was resolved, Zhao He asked He Fourth Uncle, how was He Xin? Did he really have to stay in prison for three years before coming out?

Three years might not be a long or short period of time, but if they were locked up inside for that long period of time, they would go crazy.

Fourth Uncle He sighed helplessly and nodded, saying, "Yes?"

Liu Zhimo should be praying for him not to fall into our hands, if not we can let him have a taste of our strength. " Zhao He said as he gnashed his teeth. The first was He Xin, would the next be one of them? " Liu Zhimo, this dog official, you can't not get rid of him. "

Fourth Uncle He nodded in agreement, saying that they had to get rid of him.

If they did not get rid of Liu Zhimo, it would not be so convenient for them to do anything.

After the four of them discussed this issue for a while, they got up and left.

As for Liu Zhimo, he was in a happy mood.

After settling this case, he immediately gave Magistrate Ma and himself half a day off, and decided to rest well for half a day.

Once he returned home, Mr. Luo called him over to the study room.

Mr. Luo held his teacup and thought for a moment, then spoke out, telling Liu Zhimo to be even more careful of the He family.

He had captured Director He and sent him to the dungeon. The He family would definitely hate him to the bones, they might even want his life at any time.

Liu Zhimo cautiously nodded and said that he knew.

Although he had guards and Liu Shi to protect him, he felt that it was right to be careful.

How many people had died due to small accidents? He did not want to be one of them, he had yet to bring his wife to see the rivers and mountains. How could he die so quickly?

Mr. Luo knew that he knew his limits, so he stopped talking about it and shifted the topic to the matters concerning Ji Tian.

"When are you going to tell the Prefect about this?" This matter was too important, so he couldn't not inform the Prefect.

"In four or five days, I plan to make a trip to the magistrate court." He had to complete all the plans before he could take them to the magistrate.

Mr. Luo glanced at Liu Zhimo, picked up the teacup and drank a mouthful of tea, then said that he would go with him.

Liu Zhimo subconsciously opposed it. He did not want Master to follow him around, it was too tiring.

Raising his head and glaring at Liu Zhimo, Mr. Luo said in a bad mood. Do you know who Fang Fei is?

"Grand Master, what do you want to say?" Liu Zhimo sensed that something was wrong, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Mr. Luo, could something be wrong with Fang Fei?

"Fang Fei is Yuan Zhihua's disciple, and the Yuan Family is the nemesis of the Liu Family." If Fang Fei knew that Liu Zhimo was a member of the Liu Family, would he really let Liu Zhimo down? "Can you agree to his terraced plan?" If I were here, he wouldn't dare to target you. " He, the emperor's tutor, was quite useful.

Hearing that, Liu Zhimo was quiet for a moment, then nodded his head: "Grand Master, it's been hard on you again." He would never forget the teacher's kindness to them.

Mr. Luo waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "What do you mean 'hard work'? As long as you guys are fine, I can go see your father peacefully in the future."

Thinking about his Junior Disciple, his heart ached.

Liu Zhimo pursed his lips and acknowledged.

He knew that his teacher and his father were like father and son. Every time he spoke of his father, his teacher's mood would become downcast, so they tried their best to avoid such questions.

The two were silent for a long time, before Mr. Luo spoke up with a smile. Why not take those few little fellows to the city for a walk? Reading ten thousand books is better than walking ten thousand miles, more out to see the world, good for the children's vision.

Liu Zhimo frowned and said, could it be too troublesome?

"What's the trouble? Isn't it just two extra cars? " Mr. Luo glared at Liu Zhimo, "It's decided then, I will go tell this good news to the children." After saying that, he stood up and quickly walked out.

"..." Liu Zhimo looked at his grandteacher's back, and was speechless.

He reached out for his teacup and drank a cup of tea before slowly standing up and returning to his room to look for Li Qingling.

When he returned to his room, he saw Li Qingling sewing a white robe. The size of the robe seemed to be for him.

At that moment, his heart was full. He stood at the door for a long time before he walked over.

He squatted in front of Li Qingling and focused on her.

Li Qingling was shocked by the sudden appearance of the person in front of him, and accidentally poked his finger with an embroidery needle.

"Does it hurt?" When Liu Zhimo saw the droplets of blood on her fingers, he put them into his mouth and sucked without hesitation, "I'm sorry I scared you."

Li Qingling looked at the door that was not closed, and awkwardly pulled back his hand, telling him to let go of her hand.

Liu Zhimo kissed her hand again. Seeing that there was no more blood, he felt at ease.

"Is this for me?"

Li Qingling smiled and nodded, "I saw that your robe was a little short earlier, so I wanted to make some for you." She watched as he dug his mouth out. "Zhi Moge, you're growing too fast."

She was almost a head shorter than him.

Why couldn't she grow taller?

Right now, she was only about 1.6 meters tall. She was a bit short, so she wanted to grow another 5 centimeters.

Looking at the wronged her, Liu Zhimo chuckled. Raising his head, he kissed her lips and consoled her by saying that she was very well.

He knew what she was thinking, but he couldn't help her.

However, he really liked the pet.i.te and exquisite her. Hugging her in his arms was just right for him.

Li Qingling pouted at him, telling him to rest and not to disturb her sewing.

Liu Zhimo reached out and put the robe in her hands to the side, then lifted her up in one go. He quickly walked to the bedside and put it down, then lowered his head to look at her and said, Accompany me.

"..." Li Qingling nodded his head helplessly.

Unfortunately, she nodded too quickly. It was too late to regret it.

"Liu Zhimo, what are you doing? Didn't you say that you want to sleep? "

"He's sleeping."

"Ai ai, no way. It's broad daylight."

"Is it getting darker like this?" Liu Zhimo put down the thick mosquito net, and the inside of the bed became pitch-black.

Li Qingling: "..."

In the end, it was once again won by someone.

Li Qingling didn't want to speak anymore. She glared at him and closed his eyes to sleep.

Liu Zhimo hugged her with a face full of satisfaction. He had been too busy these past few days not to have time to get intimate with his wife, making him extremely sullen.

The occasional holiday was not bad, as he could accompany his wife.

If Li Qingling knew that he meant "accompany" like that, he would be so angry that he would kick him off the bed.

After about fifteen minutes, Li Qingling suddenly opened his eyes and called out with a frown, "Husband …"

"Hmm? "What's wrong?"

"I... "My stomach hurts a little."

Stomachache?

Liu Zhimo touched her stomach and asked if she was in pain.

Li Qingling lightly shook his head, saying that it was not really painful, and was feeling dull pain.

Could he be thinking of going to the toilet? Thinking of this, she got up and wanted to put on her clothes to go to the latrine.

"Darling …"

The voice of Li Qingling's husband caused Liu Zhimo to jump in fright, and anxiously asked her what was wrong, what was wrong?

"You … Get someone to get a doctor, quick... " Li Qingling looked at the blood droplets on the bed and thought of some possibility. She quickly laid back down on the bed with a pale face and asked Liu Zhimo.

Seeing that Li Qingling's face was as pale as paper, Liu Zhimo did not dare delay and quickly put on a robe and ran out to call Liu Shi, telling him to get a doctor.

After giving instructions to Liu Shi, Liu Zhimo ran back to the bedside and held Li Qingling's hand tightly: "My wife, is your stomach really painful? Endure it any longer, the doctor will arrive soon."

Seeing him so fl.u.s.tered, Li Qingling forced a smile and said that she was fine, and told him not to worry.

Seeing his disheveled appearance, she urged him to quickly put on his clothes.