It was a sweet dream. When she woke up the next day, Ye Zhenzhen's health improved slightly. Yuxiu helped her wash her face and said happily: "Madam, her face looks much better today. It can be seen that she is about to recover."
Ye Zhenzhen took a look in the glass mirror held up by the jade tray, and it was indeed as Yuxiu said, and her mood improved accordingly.
She remembered her important matters and looked at Qiu Wu: "Have you sent the small box and silver charcoal?"
Qiu Wu nodded repeatedly: "Madam, please rest assured, what I personally handed over to Manager Zhang should have been delivered to Mr. Lang by now."
Ye Zhenzhen nodded with satisfaction.
She sat in front of the dressing mirror, letting the maid take care of her hair, and listening to Yu Xiu's report on the past few days. From the corner of her eye, she saw Yu Zhan walking to Qiu Wu in a panic, muttering something unknown.
Something, the eye circles seem to be a little red.
Yuzhan is the maid in charge of clothing.
There was something in her mind, and she probably had a guess, but she still called someone over: "What happened?"
Yuzhan came up with red eyes and said hesitantly: "Madam, slave, I have just checked the clothes you are wearing today, and I found that the number of clothes is wrong, there is a small coat and a coat missing... I clearly remember to familiarize myself with it."
After that, they have all been stacked up. I don’t know where the slave went wrong. Please punish me, madam.”
A housewife's intimate clothing is extremely important. Not a single stitch or thread should be left outside. If it falls into the hands of a foreign man, it will be a serious matter that ruins the reputation of the family.
The matter was so important that Yuzhan was so panicked because he was afraid that he would make a big mistake.
She often touched her wife's clothes lightly, fearing that something would go wrong. Unexpectedly, a problem actually occurred today.
Ye Zhenzhen felt very guilty. She never expected that Yuzhan would count the clothes today, but she discovered something was wrong by such a coincidence. She also thought about waiting for Cui Weizhen to come back and then secretly put the clothes back.
It's all her fault for being careless. She thought she had so many clothes and no one would notice if she was missing one or two pieces. Who would have expected that Yu Zhan was so careful.
You can't let Yuzhan take the blame.
She coughed slightly in embarrassment: "It's none of your business. I took it for other purposes, so don't panic."
Yuzhan breathed a sigh of relief. She stuck to her duty, didn't dare to ask any more questions, and just retired to work.
Ye Zhenzhen moved her body, suppressed the discomfort in her heart, and asked about the situation of her two children. She was relieved when she learned that they had finished their breakfast and went to school.
The flowers bloom and have peduncles, with one branch on each side.
Gongyuan.
Although the marking was later than when he went to school, Cui Weizhen still got up according to his biological clock and went to the yard to do a set of boxing regardless of rain or shine. He could only skip other exercises because of the venue. He didn't finish until he was sweating slightly and went back to his room.
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Mo Yan came back early with the water for washing, and Cui Weizhen didn't need him to serve him. He washed and changed clothes by himself, and added a few pieces of charcoal to the charcoal basin, hoping to ask Zhen'er to send some charcoal over. There was not much charcoal left in the fire.
Just thinking about it, Mo Yan came back with twenty kilograms of charcoal.
Mo Yan thanked the servant who helped with the transportation, put the small box and food box on the table of the Eight Immortals, and said: "Lang Jun, today Madam sent twenty kilograms of silver wire charcoal and a small box. Manager Zhang said that the small box contains Madam
Please be sure to open it when no one is around."
Cui Weizhen was extremely curious and nodded calmly: "I understand, you can go down and have a meal."
Mo Yan responded respectfully and took his share of breakfast. Cui Weizhen then opened the small box. The first thing that caught his eye was a neatly folded coat. He recognized that this was Zhen'er's favorite one.
pieces.
I picked it up with some confusion and found the small clothes covered by the outer clothes.
Cui Weizhen: "..."
No wonder I was told to open it only when no one was around. It turned out that I had put my personal clothes there.
Cui Weizhen's jade-like face was stained with a blush. He put his fist to his lips and coughed lightly. He took out the small clothes. The soft fabric was filled with a familiar fragrance, and his face became even redder.
He began to suspect that Zhen'er was deliberately provoking him. No matter how strong-blooded a man was, he would not be able to withstand his beloved wife's underwear at first glance.
Suppressing all the inappropriate thoughts in his heart, he quickly picked up the letter at the bottom to divert his attention. As soon as he read the letter, his mood gradually calmed down.
Although Mo Yan had learned from Zhang San yesterday the fact that Zhen'er was infected, when he read the letter today, he still couldn't hide his worry, and he didn't know whether his health had improved today.
Putting down all kinds of complicated thoughts, Cui Weizhen took the letter and wrote a reply: "I have received the reply... Be sure to attach a copy of the pulse report at noon so that I can understand the situation..."
After writing eloquently all over the paper, he thought of his wife's request and couldn't help but blush. He took his personal clothes and the letter and put them into the box. When Mo Yan came back from breakfast, he ordered: "Put the small box in at noon."
Give it to Zhang San to take back."
Mo Yan responded honestly, and Cui Weizhen began to eat the already cold meal.
At noon, we had our meal directly in the marking room. Mo Yan brought a food box and a small box as he did in the morning.
After more than ten days of business, everyone became familiar with it. Zhao Shilang looked at the small box and joked: "Is it a letter from home? Uncle Jing Ning and Madam really have a deep love for each other."
Cui Weizhen bowed his hands in embarrassment. He brought the box to him and opened it a small crack to make sure there were no private items inside.
Inside the box was a letter and a pulse record. The pulse record recorded Ye Zhen Zhen's pulse condition in the past few days. Although Cui Weizhen did not have medical skills, he had read the medical books over the years. He could clearly see that Zhen Zhen's pulse condition was consistent.
It's getting better day by day, and I finally feel relieved.
He was afraid that Zhen'er would report good news but not bad news, but Dr. Yu's pulse record could guarantee that.
Zhao Shilang took a look out of the corner of his eye and knew clearly that it was a pulse record, so he asked with concern: "Is someone in the family sick?"
Cui Weizhen was not in a hurry to read the letter and put the pulse record into the box. At the same time, he answered Zhao Shilang's question: "Thank you very much for your concern, Shilang Zhao. My wife has been ill recently, but she is no longer seriously ill."
Ye Zhenzhen is very popular, and those present accepted her favors and expressed some concern. Bai Hanlin boosted morale: "Everyone, if you work harder, we will be able to do the job the day after tomorrow."
Grading is a hard job, especially after being locked up in the Gongyuan for more than ten days without being able to go out. Everyone was a little impatient. After hearing this, they cheered up and cheered each other up.
Cui Weizhen also breathed a sigh of relief. Zhen'er said in the letter that his uncle is expected to arrive in Beijing tomorrow and there will be no one at home to entertain him. It would be best for him to go out early.
Because of the hope, everyone who was a little tired regained their energy, and the grading speed also became faster, and maybe it could end early.
[The author has something to say]
I accidentally made a mistake in the timing, please forgive me...I cried for my stupidity.