"What's wrong?" Yang Ruoqing stood still and looked at him.

But she saw Yang Yongxian raised his hand and swept it over her head.

Then he said gently: "It's okay. I just saw a little dust on your hair. I have already removed it for you."

Yang Ruoqing chuckled: "So it was dust? When my scalp hurt earlier, I thought my elder brother was pulling out my gray hairs."

"How can you have gray hair? Qing'er, you are in your prime." Yang Yongxian said, putting his hands behind his back, his wide sleeves falling down, and his fingers clenching into fists.

Yang Ruoqing seemed unable to see his nervousness and went straight to the backyard.

When she left, Yang Yongxian breathed a sigh of relief, quietly opened his fists, and there was a black hair lying in his palms that were soaked with cold sweat.

The birth date, horoscope, and hair are all ready. As long as the master comes out of confinement, he can do something to Qing'er to snatch her luck. That's great!

Yang Yongxian left so excited that he temporarily forgot about Yang Yongqing's affairs. Anyway, he had no intention of killing Yang Yongqing. It was just to punish him and make him suffer.

When the doctor can't cure him, he has to come back to the village. After he returns to the village, he can give him hints and let him beg him, and then he can cure him of the poison.

The top priority is to send this hair back first.

Yang Ruoqing walked around to the back of the kitchen in the backyard and stopped. She turned around and looked at Yang Yongxian's determined look, with a sneer on her lips.

Fool, my aunt didn’t let you succeed on purpose. Do you have the ability to wear a piece of my clothes next to me?

He has a birth date and hair, so he is very courageous, and he even made an idea for his aunt.

Yang Ruoqing also opened her palms, and in her palms, there was also a piece of Yang Yongxian's hair.

Humph, you want to play, right? My aunt will play with you to the end!

…

Because Sanwu had been in seclusion, Yang Yongxian did not dare to disturb him, so he had to keep the hair stolen from Yang Ruoqing properly and wait until Sanwu came out of seclusion before giving it to him.

As for Yang Ruoqing, she was not idle either. When Luo Fengtang came back, he asked him to quickly send all the strands of Yang Yongxian's hair and the birth date to Yu'er.

A guest came to Yang Huazhong's house.

There were three women, one was Zhao Dagou's mother-in-law Hong Ge, and there were two unfamiliar women.

The older one has a similar look to Hong Goose. She claims to be Hong Goose’s mother-in-law, and the one next to her is Hong Goose’s mother-in-law.

These two people specially accompanied Red Goose to Yang Huazhong's house.

"Red Goose, you are still sick. If anything happens, you can just ask your mother or your sister-in-law to come over. Why do you need to come over in person?"

Mrs. Sun looked at the red goose in front of her, which looked like it had shed several layers of skin. She felt really distressed and sympathetic.

Red Goose shook his head, his pale lips murmuring, his voice hoarse, tearing people's eardrums.

"Auntie, I'm here specifically to file a complaint against Zhao Dagou, that evil-hearted beast!"

"What's wrong with Zhao Dagou?" asked Sun hurriedly.

Subconsciously, he turned his head and glanced at Yang Huazhong beside him. Yang Huazhong was holding a cigarette pole in his hand. The cigarette was not lit, and he was also looking at the red goose.

"Tell me about it," he said.

Red Goose closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her eyes were filled with hatred.

A hoarse voice sounded with difficulty: "That beast Zhao Dagou actually sold Xiao Mao's body for money!"

Boom!
Chapter completed!