Correct Posture For Redemption: Chapter 9 , puppy

Gu Miru helped Si Xianchun to go to the convenience, and went to the side of Gong bucket and put Si Xianchun down. Then holding the quilt, turned around and walked out of the washroom cubicle.

Stand outside and say to him, "If you feel you can't stand up, just call me."

She was standing by the door, and Si Xianchun could even see her clothes along the crack of the door.

He wasn't hypocritical, but he couldn't ignore her existence at all... He couldn't make it convenient.

Si Xianchun was really unable to hold back, so he opened his mouth and said to Gu Miru, "You, go further."

After Gu Miru heard this, she originally wanted to say that you won't let me go if you lie down on the ground later.

But Gu Miru still walked away and completely exited the bathroom.

Sure enough, not long after, I heard a ping-pong noise coming from inside.

Gu Miru walked over with a dark face. Before opening the door, she thought that if Si Xianchun dared to knock down the Gong Bucket, she would get dirty all over. Gu Miru will never be accustomed to him in the future, she will stare at him for convenience.

As a result, after entering, Gu Miru found that it was not the Gong bucket that was poured, but the washstand in the bathroom.

"Why didn't you call me to wash up?" Gu Miru saw Si Xianchun barely holding the edge of the tub and standing. He quickly stepped forward and put his arm on his shoulder to support him.

"Go back to the house first, I'll get you something to wash." Gu Miru helped Si Xianchun back to the bed, and then turned around and went into the bathroom.

It didn't take long for him to come out with a bunch of toiletries, and put them on the side of the bed for Si Xianchun.

He said to him, "I wanted you to sleep a little longer. If you feel refreshed, wash up. If you have the strength to eat, you can go to the yard for a walk."

Gu Miru said, "I've almost sent the servants away. Now, apart from you and me, there are only three people in the whole yard."

"There are two rough envoys named Zhang Qian and Xu Si," Gu Miru said, "there is a maid named Cui Lian."

"Cuilian will bring you medicine and rice porridge later." Gu Miru explained to Si Xianchun while putting on her own clothes.

After Gu Miru put on her clothes, she turned her head to look at Si Xianchun and said, "I will go to the street in a while, and I probably won't be at home during the day. If you have any business, ask Cuilian."

Gu Miru saw that it was very difficult for him to wash himself, he had no strength, and it was already reluctant to sit on the edge of the bed.

Everyone had already walked to the door, but when he saw that he twisted a few times, the water on the towel was not clean at all, so he pursed his lips and turned around.

He took the handkerchief from his hand, rubbed it a few times, and wrung it dry. He didn't even hand it to him and just smeared it on his face.

Not gentle but not rough, and quickly wiped his face. After repeating this several times, the hands and neck were also wiped clean, and those injuries were cleverly avoided.

Si Xianchun was a little dazed. His eyes flickered.

Gu Miru is too familiar with her work. She said before that she was taking care of herself, but Si Xianchun didn't believe it.

Why should a woman who tortured him like this take care of him with her own hands? Even if you want him to go back to Si's house to ask for money, there is no need to do so.

But Gu Miru wiped his face, the technique was too neat.

And when he put the small soft brush made of brown animal hair that cleans the mouth into his mouth, Si Xianchun realized that she was telling the truth.

But why?

Si Xianchun's chin was lifted by Gu Miru's hand, and Gu Miru's palm lightly pinched his cheeks, forcing him to open his mouth. Use a small brush to clean his teeth.

Si Xianchun's eyes were very confused, he looked at Gu Miru with his head down and serious. He quickly realized how he was being treated.

Choking, the salty water entered his throat.

He closed his mouth, put the brush in his mouth, and hurriedly grabbed the brush handle from Gu Miru's hand.

I nodded vaguely, meaning I could do it myself.

Gu Miru burst out laughing.

Of course she knew that Si Xianchun could do it, but she did it on purpose and asked him to react emotionally.

Si Xianchun's ears were pink. Not red, but pink.

He was so white that there was no trace of blood. The point that came up with great difficulty turned pink at the base of his ear.

I don't know if it's because of shame or embarrassment. Anyway, he had pink ears and a soft brush in his hand, feeling a little overwhelmed.

Gu Miru didn't tease him anymore, the sky outside was completely bright, and she still had a lot of things to do today.

She finally said: "Take care of yourself. Your sister will come in a few days. Before that, there must be someone to see her."

Gu Miru quickly opened the door and left the house, and Si Xianchun took out the brush in her mouth.

He touched the mouthwash and rinsed his mouth, clearing the bitter and salty taste from his throat. Just taking a shower, Si Xianchun exhausted all his energy.

He lay back on the bed again, slowly rolled back into the bed, buried his head in the quilt, and didn't move for a long time.

When Cuilian arrived at about the same time, she knocked on the door and no one answered. She just opened the door and walked in.

After coming in, Cuilian looked at the toiletries by the bed and was slightly stunned.

Then he put all the medicine and porridge in his hand on the table. Hands and feet are very quick to pack up those things.

Soon Cuilian sat on the edge of the bed, thinking that today he was going to pour porridge and soup into it again, and then watched him vomit less.

As a result, Cuilian reached out to touch Si Xianchun today, and Si Xianchun immediately shrank back, completely slumped into the bed.

Cuilian: "...Master Si, are you awake?"

"After drinking porridge, drink the porridge first and then drink the medicine, and then the disease will be cured." Cuilian said, "I will support the young master, Master, Master Si, will you drink the porridge?"

She was not used to calling Si Xianchun like that. They were all recruited by the young mistress before.

Young mistress does not allow them to call Si Xianchun Young Master, but a monster.

Cuilian has never called, but neither has called Master Si, so she stuttered for a while.

Cuilian tried to drag someone into the bed again. After a while, the rice porridge and soup became cold, and it was easier to vomit after drinking it.

This time, Si Xianchun finally made a sound, but his head was still stuffed under the quilt, and he refused to even look at Cuilian.

"Put it there, I'll drink it myself..."

He could recognize just by listening to the voice that this maid once helped Gu Miru beat him.

Si Xianchun was a little scared, but compared to the fear that came from Gu Miru's heart, it was better to face these servants.

Cuilian knelt on one knee on the bed for a moment, and then said happily, "Master Si, are you awake?!"

This is really good!

Cuilian is a very simple person. Although she has done things to help Zhou and abuse before, she was forced by life.

After serving Si Xianchun for so many days, I knew that the medicine he drank was extremely expensive, and that it was like running water.

Seeing people finally sober at this moment, the joy comes from the heart.

"It's fine! Then I'll leave it here, Master Si quickly get up and drink it."

Cuilian got out of the bed and didn't try to go to Lassi to offer spring. Arrange all those decoctions on the small table by the bed.

He also said, "Master Si, please don't vomit again. These medicines were found by the young mistress after searching several towns..."

After Cui Lian finished speaking, she quickly exited. Si Xianchun slowly got out of the quilt, and then sat up again.

He stared at the rice porridge and soup medicine in a daze.

He remembered the last words Gu Miru said before leaving.

She said his sister was coming to see him.

This is another small goal that Gu Miru set for him.

Have a personal appearance first, and then meet my sister.

Si Xianchun froze on the bed for a while, then moved to the edge of the bed and picked up the bowl of porridge with a suitable temperature, and devoured two mouthfuls first.

Feeling a little nauseous, I slowed down and drank little by little.

He wants to be a person.

Not a monster, not a dog on a leash.

He wanted to see his relatives as a human being.

He drank the whole bowl of porridge, and then started to drink the bowl of medicine.

The medicine is particularly bitter, so bitter that the base of the tongue tingles. But Si Xianchun drank it all cherishly.

Still feeling sick, but he was leaning against the edge of the bed, his lips and face pale and his mouth tightly shut.

He wouldn't let himself spit the stuff out.

He worked **** this side, and Gu Miru also worked **** the other side.

If you want to take back that shop, it is impossible for Gu Miru to open the door by herself.

Even if Gu Miru had some residual martial arts on her body, it would not be a problem to deal with ten or eight country men.

But relying on force to resolve matters is not advisable. After hitting someone, it was really relieved, but the other party reported to the official, Gu Miru couldn't kick the mayor, and punching the official was bad.

There are loopholes in this matter, so Gu Miru plans to outsmart it.

Of course, outsmarting can't rely on her. Gu Miru was in Xinyang Town, and the only people who could use it were the two or three kittens in the house, and they still couldn't afford it.

She must pull a strong alliance, and then rely on the alliance's momentum to do things well.

However, the alliance she came to find was not very easy to talk about.

Gu Miru was standing in a yard where all kinds of pork, pig heads, pigs were thrown into the water, and the ground was black with blood. Looking at a woman with a big shoulders and a round waist, holding a kitchen knife and slashing Gu Miru's former face - Zhang Wenyan.

"Okay, Zhang Wenyan, even if you steal food outside, how dare you bring someone to my house?!"

"I will endure whatever you do outside. There is a little widow and a young grandmother on the left. Now everyone has come to the house. You can explain to the old lady what is going on?!"

"Did you make people's stomachs bigger!"

Seeing that the kitchen knife, which was chopped on the pig's bone, and the bones were broken with one slash, flew around Zhang Wenyan's face and neck, Gu Mi raised her eyebrows.

This pork woman is a master of body strokes.

It can be seen that she still has a lot of affection for Zhang Wenyan. If she is really willing to cut him off, this is the quasi-head... Zhang Wenyan's bones have been shaved so much that there is no meat left.

From the moment she walked into this yard, although this pork woman looked very bad, she was driven out without raising a knife.

He didn't get angry at her, but put down the half-killed pig and cut Zhang Wenyan with a knife.

Gu Miru felt that this woman could be dealt with. She definitely found the right person today.

The truth of the world is like this, what's the use of cutting off the mistress if something happens? Killing your husband first is the right thing to do.

A bunch of working men in the yard were obviously accustomed to this kind of scene. Quickly retreated to the edge of the eaves to prevent accidental injury by the kitchen knife.

The half-killed pig was still wailing, as if playing music for this farce.

Gu Miru quickly made a judgment on the pork woman in her heart. She didn't open her mouth to explain, and now this woman must have no way to calm down and listen to her.

When Gu Miru asked her to discuss things, she had to calm down.

"Zhang Wenyan! The old lady will hack you to death today!" A roar, mixed with the howling of a dying pig, sounded very mournful.

Zhang Wenyan was so frightened that he almost wet his pants, was blocked in the corner, and could not even explain a word.

Seeing that the kitchen knife was really about to slash his head, the pork woman was really angry—

Gu Miru walked slowly to the half-dead pig and picked up the half-arm-length pig-killing knife that was stained with blood.

Holding the big ears of the wailing pig, he stabbed the knife slightly above its front legs and below its chin, and stabbed it hard.

The pig's howling stopped.

This farce also seems to have hit the pause button.