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Chapter 1090

The servants immediately scattered.

Lu Mengping's eyes dimmed and he quickly followed Qin Shu and others in the direction where they were leaving.

In the room.

Song Jinrong took Qin Shu to the bed and visited An Ruoqing.

Lu Mengping secretly pulled Xin Bao'e and winked her.

The master and servant have been together for many years and have had a tacit understanding.

Xin Bao'e quietly retreated outside the door without disturbing Qin Shu and the others.

She frowned slightly and said lightly: "Aunt Ping, what's the matter?"

Lu Mengping used a volume that only two people could hear and relayed what the servants said just now.

She is the closest servant around Xin Bao'e. She can't say that she can understand the thoughts of this fourth lady 100%, but since her various strange behaviors since she came into contact with Qin Shu, she can also guess some clues - Miss Four does not want Qin Shu to have any connection with the Xin family.

Sure enough, after she finished speaking, Xin Bao'e frowned even tighter, and her eyes that had always been cold and unwavering seemed to be surging with an uneasy aura.

Lu Mengping had a bold guess in his heart and couldn't help but want to confirm it.

"Miss Four, yesterday the old lady of the Chu family asked about the purse. What you showed her was not the one of the wife?"

As soon as she said this, Xin Bao'e's pupils suddenly shrank slightly and she stared at her warningly, "Don't mention this matter even if you don't mention it!"

"yes……"

Lu Mengping was caught by the chill that flashed through her eyes and subconsciously shrank. However, it also made her more sure of her guess.

Song Jinrong sat in a chair beside the bed, chatting with An Ruoqing, while Qin Shu stood silently and looked around without a trace.

Weiwei, who has always been lively, also understood that he was visiting the sick person at this time, and he was as obedient as a little white rabbit, sticking to Qin Shu with a straight face.

"Look, I brought Xiao Shu girl here today. She is not only good at Western medicine, but also proficient in traditional Chinese medicine. She can do everything in acupuncture and pulse. Let her show you. Maybe your disease will be cured."

Qin Shu was analyzing An Ruoqing's illness. She was named by Song Jinrong in a cold manner. She had to quickly recover her mind and look at An Ruoqing.

With eyes facing each other, An Ruoqing looked at Qin Shu's simple and beautiful face. Even though it was not the first time she saw her, she still couldn't help but feel a little strange.

It's really strange that she always thinks of herself when she was young from this girl.

Mrs. Chu's words were still hanging in her ears.

She withdrew her gaze, her eyelids drooped slightly, and a slight sigh appeared between her lips, and said to the old lady: "I appreciate your kindness. But I have been sick for so many years. I know better than anyone else what is going on in my body. This disease can only be dragged to prevent it from happening, and it is impossible to cure it."

Not to mention her suspicion of Qin Shu's medical skills, just talking about her disease is useless to say that many famous doctors have seen her. The long-term medicine has long wiped out her expectations for healing.

She had no intention of seeking medical treatment at all.

Weiwei frowned and said in a safe manner: "Grandma Xin, my mommy is amazing. You can tell if you ask her to treat it!"

Qin Shu quickly pulled him and shook his head.
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