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Chapter 375

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The two elders were experts in this area. Gu Qingyao didn't spend much time explaining to them.

After she explained, there was no reaction of surprise or amazement. Old Master Qin looked at her strangely and asked, "What's wrong with your brain?"

He seemed a little depressed.

There was also a hint of envy and jealousy.

Gu Qingyao smiled.

After she was ready, she started to perform acupuncture on Jiang Yiru. Half an hour later, she drank the medicine that was brought over earlier.

It had been kept warm in the pot, so it was still warm now.

After that, Gu Qingyao handed Old Master Qin a medicine bottle. "There are pills in here, one in the morning and one at night. I'll come back in ten days to continue the acupuncture."

Old Master Qin hurriedly took it and held it in his hands like a treasure.

It was getting late. Gu Qingyao hurried home.

After sending Gu Qingyao back to the Gu residence, Mo Beihan suddenly said when he was leaving, "Yaoyao, stay at home for the next few days. I have something to do."

Gu Qingyao was stunned. "Zhang Qiang?"

"Yes!"

Gu Qingyao pursed her lips. "Is it difficult? Will you be in danger? "

Mo Beihan instantly smiled. "No, I'm just worried about you."

"Don't worry, I just came here. Not many people pay attention to me. Zhang Qiang doesn't know me either. If he wants to find me, he'll need at least three to four days. During this time, I have to do something, so … stay at home and be good, okay?"

Gu Qingyao was still worried. She pulled him into her room and closed the door. She whispered to him, "That … if the Zhang family is powerful, you won't be able to fight them. As for the Ji family, Zhang Qiang dared to treat Ji Mingyue like that. He definitely won't be afraid."

"This … Brother Beihan, are you really confident? Can you find someone to help? "

Mo Beihan's eyes were smiling as he looked at her. "What do you want to say?"

"I … I … I mean, did you find some powerful people to help you?! Have you ever thought of finding a thick thigh to hug? That … don't think that you can't beat Zhang Qiang just because you were born in the countryside. You … you … your father back then … should have … some background, right? "

Gu Qingyao spoke carefully because Mo Beihan's father was indeed not a good person.

Back then, in order to have a better life in the Southern Lake Brigade, he married Jiang Yingqiu and had two children. Later on, when his family sent him back, he actually went back without a word and never came back. There wasn't even any news about him.

Because of this, Jiang Yingqiu had to work so hard to raise two children by herself. In the end, she still had to raise her grandson.

Because of this, Mo Beihan must have hated his father to death. In his previous life, Mo Beihan did not have any feelings for his father. Later on, when he went to the Mo family, he was never polite to him.

If not for the fact that there was no other way, Gu Qingyao would not have brought this up. However, the problem was that they were not worried about Zhang Qiang, but the entire Zhang family.

If it was Zhang Qiang, she could still think of a way. With her medical skills, she had many ways to deal with Zhang Qiang.

But the entire Zhang family could not be dealt with. They had to be dealt with through the outside world.

Mo Beihan's safest bet was the Mo family.

At first, Gu Qingyao thought that Mo Beihan's expression would turn ugly after hearing what she said. Who knew that this guy actually kept smiling as he looked at her.

When she finished, the smile on his face widened. He slowly lowered his head and moved closer to her. That evil smile at the corner of his eyes was too … too annoying!

"You … what are you smiling at?"

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