The fragrance of medicine is alluring, the farm elder sister is cool and cool

"Wen Qingcheng, are you really so ruthless to me? Even if you are bullied like this, you are unwilling to ask me for help? Before leaving, I have already told you the address. Is it difficult to write a letter?"

Although he was busy dealing with some things during the time he was back, he missed her every day!

Before leaving, she went to Wangji's main office and found Wang Bozhen, the owner of Wangji, just to let him keep Wen Qingcheng, give her an easy job, and take good care of her. But that's how they took care of her! They treated her like an animal and even tried to frame her for theft and ruin her life!

Before coming to find Wen Qingcheng this time, he passed by Tongji Prefecture and found Wang Bozhen again. He said that it was the person in charge below who made a misunderstanding in the communication, and he immediately wrote a transfer letter himself and transferred Wen Qingcheng to the pharmaceutical workshop.

Now that he saw with his own eyes Wen Qingcheng standing there pitifully, being framed and helpless, he just wanted to take her away.

"I..." Wen Qingcheng had a lot of things to say to him, but when she really faced him, she just wanted to cry and couldn't say a word.

Wen Qingcheng would not cry easily, and she suppressed her emotions. "What? You heartless woman, if I don't come to find you, you will never remember me."

"No..." Wen Qingcheng was about to explain when the carriage shook violently and tilted towards Mo Jinghong. Wen Qingcheng fell towards Mo Jinghong.

"Why is there such a big pit?" Ah Falcon, who was driving outside, said to himself. Then he turned around and asked, "Master, Miss Wen, are you okay? A child suddenly jumped out just now, and I hid in the mud pit."

"It's okay." Mo Jinghong replied calmly. But why did this voice sound like it was coming from Wen Qingcheng's...head?

Wen Qingcheng opened her eyes and looked up, finding herself lying on Mo Jinghong, her hands on his solid chest muscles, his chin resting on the top of her head. She could feel his hot and moist breath, and... his somewhat disordered heartbeat.

"Ah, sorry..." Wen Qingcheng jumped up from Mo Jinghong in an instant. She could guess without thinking that her face must be as red as a cooked prawn.

Ah Falcon, who was outside, heard Wen Qingcheng screaming and turned around to ask, "Miss Wen, are you okay?"

"No, it's okay." Wen Qingcheng was about to sit up straight, but Mo Jinghong held her tightly in his arms, and her voice sounded a little muffled.

Ah Falcon was worried and turned around to lift the carriage curtain, but was stopped by Mo Jinghong. Ah Falcon's hand froze there, revealing a look of understanding, then he withdrew his hand, whipped the horse whip, and continued on his way.

In the car, Mo Jinghong hugged Wen Qingcheng, and the atmosphere became ambiguous for a while. Wen Qingcheng coughed lightly and walked towards Mo Jinghong.

Mo Jinghong was looking at her with a smile, but her face started to burn again, and she quickly lowered her eyes and didn't look at him. "I didn't expect you would be shy too?"

What? She was shy, how could it be possible? Wen Qingcheng raised her head again and looked at Mo Jinghong unconvinced, her eyes as clear as ice and lake water with a hint of stubbornness.

Their eyes met, Mo Jinghong leaned close to Wen Qingcheng's lips, and as their breaths intertwined, Wen Qingcheng suddenly turned her head away.

"You lost. I thought you were so powerful." Mo Jinghong let her go, sat up straight, and his expression regained its calmness.

Wen Qingcheng glanced at him somewhat embarrassedly. As expected, he was teasing her. She turned away in anger and looked out the carriage window.

The carriage soon drove to the door of a restaurant, and the three of them went to a private room. Wen Qingcheng and Mo Jinghong sat opposite each other, while A Falcon stood behind Mo Jinghong.

When they met again, he was no longer as playful and carefree as before when he was still a fool. Now he was more mature and steady, which made her dare not treat him like before.

Mo Jinghong ordered several dishes, including braised pork with hawthorn, duck with chestnuts and eight treasures, roasted lamb, chicken in lotus leaves, and choy sum with fresh mushrooms...all of which were Wen Qingcheng's favorite dishes.

"These are all your favorite foods. Maybe you have forgotten me a long time ago, but I still remember." Mo Jinghong's tone was emotional, as if he was still blaming her for her indifference at the beginning.

Wen Qingcheng lowered her eyes. How could she forget him? After he left, she was sad for a long time and even dared not to enter his room. Every time she went back to his room, she went in hurriedly and did not look at his room, for fear that it would evoke the longing that she had suppressed with great difficulty.

"actually, I......"

Just as Wen Qingcheng was about to speak, the waiter started serving the dishes, filling the table. Wen Qingcheng hadn't eaten since morning, so she swallowed subconsciously, and her stomach growled.

"Let's eat." Mo Jinghong's face relaxed and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He knew that Wen Qingcheng was doing physical work now, so naturally she should eat more.

Seeing him smile, Wen Qingcheng smiled shyly, picked up the chopsticks, and started eating. Mo Jinghong watched Wen Qingcheng eat the meat in big mouthfuls, which was completely different from the way she chewed slowly at home before. It seemed like she hadn't eaten for several days. He thought she must be very tired now, and he felt even more distressed for her.

After eating for a while, Wen Qingcheng noticed that her chopsticks were sweeping across the plate on the table. She suddenly raised her head and saw Mo Jinghong staring at her with a complicated expression. Ah Falcon, who was standing behind Mo Jinghong, was also surprised to see Wen Qingcheng wolfing down her food.

"Miss Wen, please eat slowly." Ajun stepped forward to refill Wen Qingcheng's tea.

"Thank you." Wen Qingcheng held the cup. She had almost finished eating. She was so hungry that she felt dizzy and didn't care about being elegant.

Looking up at Mo Jinghong, Wen Qingcheng coughed lightly, "I didn't eat this morning. I worked all morning and I'm dizzy from hunger. Come eat."

A trace of heartache flashed across Mo Jinghong's eyes, "Don't do it."

Wen Qingcheng was startled and looked over in confusion. Mo Jinghong's expression froze, "Don't do Wang Ji's work anymore."

"...No, I'm going to take the junior pharmacist exam soon, and I've already signed up." Wen Qingcheng said excitedly.

"You are a little girl, and you are not capable of doing the work of a herbal medicine store. Besides, the people in Wang's Herbal Medicine Store are too much. They are so scheming and plotting against each other that they came up with a vicious plan to frame you."

Wen Qingcheng took a sip of tea and thought, "I am not afraid of hardship. I gritted my teeth and endured it in order to pass the exam. But... I don't understand why Wang Ji tried every means to keep me in the herbal medicine store but didn't use me. You know, they told me to be a herbalist, but when I first came, I was always a handyman. Anyone could order me around, such as carrying water, unloading cars, and weeding. I was not treated like a man, but like an animal."

Mo Jinghong's face gradually darkened, but Wen Qingcheng didn't notice and continued to talk, as if she had finally met her relatives and wanted to pour out all the grievances she had suffered during this period: "That Manager Pang is really something. He has disliked me since I arrived. At first, I respected him very much, but who knew that he would always target me inexplicably."

"...Qingcheng, actually you don't have to work so hard. It doesn't matter if you don't work. I will give you and your aunt a large sum of money, enough for you to live a good life." Mo Jinghong grabbed Wen Qingcheng's hand.