Accountant of Tang Dynasty, starting to liquidate the family property.

"Sir, sir. Madam fainted……"

The door gradually opened, and Qin Fugui walked out with a lonely look. For a moment, he seemed to be much older. He walked staggeringly to his beloved wife and stared at her for a long time. in silence.

If you don’t want a son, you have to have a wife. If this family doesn’t have a wife, they’ll have no future in life.

"Call the doctor!"

When the doctor came, he twirled his beard to check his pulse and nodded:"Except for Mr. Qin, my dear wife is just suffering from a sudden rage, but it's nothing serious... You will wake up after a short rest."

The maid Xiaochan pulled the doctor and cried:"Master, look at our young master quickly."

"Alas, Miss Xiaochan, your young master’s soul is no longer here, and I have no way to recover. Please forgive me.……"

With a pop, Xiao Chan knelt down:"Please, please, Xiao Chan kowtows to you. Please save the young master.""

"So, I will give you a prescription. Whether you live or die, it depends on his fate."

Since the old wife is fine, Qin Fugui is relieved. He thinks that after his wife wakes up, she will seek life and death with him again, which will make everyone unhappy. It is better to go out for a few days to clean up. If that doesn't work, then marry a concubine. I will be exhausted and don't believe it. If I don’t have a son.

If one doesn’t work, I’ll have ten. I don’t want any kidneys.

"Tell shopkeeper Du to prepare a good coffin to see the young master off."

Xiao Chan knelt down, pulled Qin Fugui's clothes and cried:"Master, please do me a favor and leave the young master for a few days."

Touching Xiaochan's head, Qin Fugui couldn't help but sigh. This child was picked up when he was less than three years old. He is no different from his own girl.

"Oh, you silly girl, that kid bullies you every day, and you still protect him. If he really leaves, our master and servant will be clean."

"Three days, sir, can you do it for three days? Please. Xiaochan kowtows to you"

"You just figure it out, I don’t care!"

Seeing the master go out angrily, Xiao Chan quickly ordered someone to carry the young master back to the room. Under the dim lights, with a drizzle falling outside, a woman was wiping his body. Perhaps she was nervous or tired, and finally lay down on him. He fell asleep next to him.

I don’t know how long it took, Qin Song slowly opened his eyes and looked around. He saw the antique furnishings and the pure red sandalwood. Just the smell of it can activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis.

This red sandalwood has been around since ancient times. How much does it cost to make cabinets and beds without large materials? Although Qin Song is also a person who has seen the world, the red sandalwood in the room really surprised him.

And in front of Qin Song, there was a huge There seemed to be a few hundred square meters of space, and as his spirit shifted, the space disappeared.

Beside his bed, there was a girl lying next to him, sleeping heavily, holding herself with one hand, There is only a towel in her hand. The little girl has beautiful features, pink skin, black hair, thick eyelashes, and tears still hanging from the corners of her eyes. Qin Song is a little confused, where is this?

Qin Song is from a multinational company The financial director has hundreds of people in the accounting department. He controls the data of the entire multinational group. He is a figure that every major CEO wants to fawn over. He just had a drink. How did he get to this place? Even if he wants to move, his whole body hurts. Did I get hit by a train and all my bones were scattered...

With a slight movement, the girl next to me woke up. She looked carefully, touched it again, and said tremblingly:"Master, are you awake?"

"water~water~"

"Okay, okay, Xiaochan, let me get you some water~ Master, open your mouth!"

A stream of sweet spring entered his throat, and Qin Song felt as if he had come to life. He smiled at the girl in front of him and said,"Thank you~ You... why are you going?"

"I'll tell the lady to go……"

Qin Song moved his neck, pulled out a porcelain pillow, and held it for a long time. What kind of pillow is this? So hard.

Looking at the quilt covering myself, well, it's made of satin, and the workmanship is so good, but what is embroidered on it? longevity? Crane? Green pine?

Qin Song was so frightened that he threw the quilt to the ground. Isn't this a quilt for the dead?

He moved his limbs and his body gradually began to feel. Except for pain, it seemed that there was no broken place. Slowly sat up and sat in a daze beside the bed……

"Son, son, son, you are scared to death."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Song was hugged by the woman in his arms without even seeing his face clearly, and his head was touched, which felt a bit like petting a dog!

"Son, you are going to kill your mother. If you leave, your mother will not live anymore."

Listening to the woman's cry, Qin Song stretched out his head and asked:"Excuse me, relax, I'm going to die from suffocation, who are you? The woman pushed Qin Song away and looked at him with tears in her eyes:"Silly boy, I am your mother. Why don't you even recognize your mother?""

"Are you my mother?"Qin Song raised his head in confusion.

The woman nodded fiercely:"Yes, I am your mother."

"So, who am I? The woman looked at Qin Song in surprise, and held the maid's hand helplessly:"What's wrong with this child?""

Master, Master, why don't you even recognize yourself?

Qin Song looked at her:"Who are you?"

"It’s over~my son~" The middle-aged woman couldn’t take a breath, rolled her eyes, and fainted.