I'm the Villain's Mother in Time Time

Chapter 75
In the early morning of the next day, Lin Chuqian was awakened by overwhelming pain.

When she opened her eyes, it was broad daylight, and Sheng'er had already left for class. She clutched her stomach and hurried to find the latrine.

"Aunt Bai, are you up?" Hui'er set breakfast, looked at Lin Chuqian who had just finished going to the latrine, and greeted with a smile.

Lin Chuqian's face turned pale, and she twitched the corner of her mouth in response. "Hui Er."

Hui'er thought that if Sheng'er could go out alive and kicking early in the morning, Lin Chuqian, an adult, would probably be fine, so she didn't notice her complexion at all.

She raised her hand and said, "Breakfast is ready, Aunt Bai."

"Okay," Lin Chuqian replied, and then turned around and squatted in the latrine, clutching her stomach with an ouch.

Seeing this, Huier frowned, stood up and followed, and asked worriedly outside the hut: "Aunt Bai, how are you, are you alright?"

"It's all right." Lin Chuqian squatted in the hut and spoke with difficulty enduring the indescribable taste. "I just have diarrhea."

Hui'er walked away a few steps in embarrassment, and after Lin Chuqian made a deafening noise, she silently pinched her nose, opened her throat and said, "Then take your time, I'll go first, just call me if you need anything." .”

Lin Chuqian couldn't care less about the shame at this moment, she felt sadly that she might be dragged down again, and she might fall into the pit with her legs limp while squatting.

Fortunately, she didn't collapse to the point of collapse, but her legs were a little weak when she finally walked out of the latrine.

Hui'er looked at her from a distance, wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, so she ran over and helped her into the house.

"Aunt Bai, are you alright?" Huier asked.

Lin Chuqian flatly raped her, smiling uglier than crying. "Do you think I look okay?"

Seeing that she was unhappy, Hui Er laughed a few times and poured her a bowl of mung bean soup.

Regardless of status, whether she has money or not, Lin Chuqian has no choice but to find a doctor to look at her.

There is nothing to do, but to drink mung bean soup honestly.

A large bowl of mung bean soup was poured into her stomach again, and she let out a long sigh of relief, looking at the breakfast on the table without any appetite.

She just wants to go back to her room and sleep.

Hui'er shouted: "Aunt Bai, you don't want to eat breakfast?"

"Don't eat." She replied without turning her head, and returned to her room in a state of desperation.

On the other side, Sheng'er also went to the hut twice, and when she came back, she lay on the table and insisted on practicing calligraphy with a brush
Seeing his pale face, He Mingqiu couldn't help frowning and asked, "Sheng'er, are you feeling unwell?"

"I'm fine." Sheng'er shook her head, pulled herself up straight and picked up the brush.

Seeing that he was unwell and still persisted, Xia Yuanming couldn't help sighing, walked to him, and looked down at the words on the rice paper.

"Not bad." He stroked his beard in a little surprise. "The fourth young master is making rapid progress."

No wonder Xia Yuanming was surprised. He knew that before Sheng'er came to class, no one taught him to read and write, so he didn't pay attention to him at first.

But looking at his handwriting today, I found that he has made great progress.Although it is still crooked, but fortunately it is concise and neat, and the distance between the lines is also very appropriate. The immature font has a vague and unyielding style.

This can be regarded as a unique top-notch figure among beginners.

Sheng'er was very happy to hear her husband's praise, she pursed her lips and smiled shyly, and replied modestly: "It's all thanks to Mr. You's copybook."

Xia Yuanming was very useful. He always liked modest students, so he nodded with a smile. "Fourth Young Master can have such a mind at such a young age, it's rare."

As soon as he saw his handwriting, he knew that he must have practiced hard after returning home.

Sheng'er pursed her lips and said nothing, her face still turning blue.

Xia Yuanming stroked his beard, looked at the immature and stubborn Sheng'er, and thought that he must study hard because he wanted to get ahead in the future and not be trapped in this mansion and be suppressed everywhere, so he couldn't help feeling compassionate. "If the fourth young master is not feeling well, you can go back earlier to recuperate and come back to class tomorrow."

"No." Sheng'er bit her lip stubbornly and refused. The ninja had a stomachache, and said crisply: "Sir, I am fine. You can continue to practice calligraphy here. You really don't need to pay attention to me."

In fact, it's not that Sheng'er doesn't want to go back earlier, but he, who is eager to learn, wants to practice calligraphy here and listen to his teacher's lectures.

Xia Yuanming couldn't squeeze him, so he sighed and turned around to continue teaching.

(End of this chapter)